RUBY CIKADA  ----   EP II

Lennox Campbell-Berzins – Vox, Guitars, Mandolin, Digi Guitar, and percussion. 
Aniqa Qadir – Vox 
James Atin-Godden – Bass, Backup Vox, Guitar, Keys, Melodica, Violin, and percussion. 
Daniel Staples – Drums
All songs written by Lennox Campbel-Berzins
Produced and Arranged by Ruby Cikada
Mixes by James Atin-Godden and James Mulvale
Mastered by Noah Mintz at the Lacquer Channel Studios
Album Art by Allison Boddy

Special thanks to James Mulvale, Allison Boddy, and Ma + Pa.

EP II

I Know You Pray To God

I heard you speak when you thought I was asleep.
Giving your thanks like as if you said,
I’ve got my friends, but they’re no one you know,
and family, but none that know me well.

tell me again whom you are a child to
name me a friend someone you can’t lose
show me the right stranger on the street
and when you speak know that I’ve got mine

I know you pray to God
But I know a better father
I know you pray to God
But I know a better mother
I know you pray to God
But I know a better sister
I know you pray to God
But I know a better brother

She cut your hair when you were a child
The way you like a little off the side
Drove you to school and tucked you in at night
Kept on the light to make sure you were fine

Bare feet and loose clothes that she would clean
And wiped your tears when the other kids were mean
and we will walk like young men and women
Someone might die but it won’t be me

I know you pray to God
But I know a better father
I know you pray to God
But I know a better mother
I know you pray to God
But I know a better sister
I know you pray to God
But I know a better brother

Into the night that’s always there for me
the dirt and loose earth slips off my feet
I fell asleep somewhere
but don’t look for me, you will not find me there

I know you pray to God
But I know a better father
I know you pray to God
But I know a better mother
I know you pray to God
But I know a better sister
I know you pray to God
But I know a better brother

04 When I Was Younger

03 The Vanishing Act

Helping Put Your Dress On

Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 

Windows shake from passing cars 
CDs skip, repeating parts. 
We’re hummingbirds, we’re small talk, 
never know the words, hollow thoughts. 

Pulling in your hips, kissing your mouth 
Nothing to be figured out 
My fluttered little heart 
Flecks feathers slowly apart 

Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 

Parting your hair around your face 
Slipping the hairpins into place 
Are these the days that I would replay? 
Moments I remember when we fade away 

Heavy heart, another ticker-taught part 
Our flirting feelings, let’s stay in the dark. 
But I’m pretty sure I’ve always heard 
Someone calling my name when I stood 

Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on 
Helping put your dress on

02 Helping Put Your Dress On

01 I Know You Pray To God

Blue

Mourning About You

The ************* of ****** *****

Tuff Turf

Week 4

No Future For you

Lyrical abstract, a modern day musical rebel 
Chime in the bass and treble when the beat kicks in
Don't forget the mids when we're in the middle of the 
thick of it, time is always fixing it, the impervious smooth bit 
of a man who understands his own mortality, grounded in reality

We need a world that is open to the notion that ideas arise 
and fight conventional intention that our fears divide
and suppress our motion to the enjoy the ride,
yet we're never on the same side.  

authoritarianism and various isms to prison systems
make the tradition of good intuition the superstition 
to the point of abolition, turn on the ignition and you got
my disposition, then you listen to the mission. 

They take our place, smash our base and erase any voice or opinion, 
unique artistic vision with precision. 
When it's finally time to step up and take due, 
it's simply put, 
No Future For You

---
 
Greatness awaits when you confiscate the irate nature humans face, human hate,
incubate their idle traits
don't be a player, they fake their way up a chain, and stick to over blown 
synthetic vapor, that drives them insane, and stained

A plain brain filled with nothing but the need to complain
poor terrain, weak environment to maintain in vain
So stop it, dial the clock back, unchain, crop it, 
Now it's the time for mentality to swap prior
vitality, replacing knowledge banality in rhyme, pop it

Balance and discipline is the key to life,
path of goals you will lead, to eliminate the strife, 
and fight to educate and demonstrate the purpose of words
serve the message of truth that is normally unheard,  

the imperial bacterial will witness a miracle of voodoo rituals, 
and the residual officials be in awe of the empirical through and through,
We brang it raw to stereo two for two
When it's finally time to step up and take due, 
We simply tell them  
No Future For You

No Future For You

Step Into The Fire

Let me take you back ten years or so 
To the buds i knew in around my home 
Middle school mayhem made us feel the same 
We were a motley crew, a sight to see 
A goth, punk, metal, hippie family 
At night we waltz these streets in drunken harmony 

We wept and bled, some even got head 
From devil's peak to the forest bed 
Hallowed times in the skirmish line 
These were some friends of mine 

Chorus: 
Oh, Roncy Renegades take me back 
The party, the glory of the first attack 
The older i get, the more i miss the act 
The old brigade of the Roncy Renegades 

Some went high and some went low 
We got a feeling or a promise from an undertow 
Trade nights for day and bathe in the afterglow 
A comradery we could never see 
The days flew by in the revelry 
We clocked some hours in this feral company 

Soon enough we had enough 
The love we felt was getting rough 
Too much confined to too few 
What were we gonna do? 

Chorus 

Well the times have changed we all grew up 
But somehow drink from a heathen cup 
The places change but the people stay the same 
On a friday night the streets are dead 
No goths, punks, or stoned metal heads 
Where did all the freaky people go? 

But i'm not about to give up the fight 
I still believe in a marauder's plight 
The boys will ride again 
Even if it's at the very end 

Chorus

RUBY CIKADA ---- EP II 

Lennox Campbell-Berzins – Vox, Guitars, Mandolin, Digi Guitar, and percussion. 
Aniqa Qadir – Vox 
James Atin-Godden – Bass, Backup Vox, Guitar, Keys, Melodica, Violin, and percussion. 
Daniel Staples – Drums 
All songs written by Lennox Campbel-Berzins 
Produced and Arranged by Ruby Cikada 
Mixes by James Atin-Godden and James Mulvale 
Mastered by Noah Mintz at the Lacquer Channel Studios 
Album Art by Allison Boddy 

Special thanks to James Mulvale, Allison Boddy, and Ma + Pa.

Roncy Renegades

All for nothing and everything spent 
When i could have stayed content 
Though i never know love's intent 
Even when it ate my rent 

But i don't mean to whine or vent 
I take it as a compliment 
That our moment came and went 
Though you wore another man's scent 

Bridge: 

Even though, I feel alone (aye) 
I don't need to envy you, 'cause i'm 
Better off now, on my own now 
And you haven't got a clue 

Chorus: 

All you pretty girls 
Go get your boyfriend and leave me alone 
x3 

All those nights we chased the dawn 
Wondering if i was doing wrong 
But i'd never make a cuckhold of him 
Even when we sipped our gin 
One year passed when you parted at last 
There i thought i'd make a pass 
But the colour faded from your cheeks 
There i knew this game had peaked 

Bridge 

Chorus 
All you pretty girls 
Go get your boyfriend and leave me alone 
x4


RUBY CIKADA ---- EP II 

Lennox Campbell-Berzins – Vox, Guitars, Mandolin, Digi Guitar, and percussion. 
Aniqa Qadir – Vox 
James Atin-Godden – Bass, Backup Vox, Guitar, Keys, Melodica, Violin, and percussion. 
Daniel Staples – Drums 
All songs written by Lennox Campbel-Berzins 
Produced and Arranged by Ruby Cikada 
Mixes by James Atin-Godden and James Mulvale 
Mastered by Noah Mintz at the Lacquer Channel Studios 
Album Art by Allison Boddy 

Special thanks to James Mulvale, Allison Boddy, and Ma + Pa.

All You Pretty Girls

I cut corners with a flight of ease 
My dancing shoes only aim to please. 
I’m burning up like smokestack lightning 
I’ll put it down in tiptoe tapping. 
I can rattle and roll like Pinnochio 
Play Mariotnette like Antoinette. 
I shuffle better than a deck o’cards 
Give Fred Astair my kind regards. 

Chorus: 

Melody can be my baby 
Harmony can be my daddy 
I don't need to be wary 
When I dance we are a family 

I'm sidewinder, a trailblazer 
I got more twang than a sci-fi laser 
I'll cut you down like an Eastwood villian 
All the while i'll just be chillin' 
I groove harder than a spinning screw 
Got more moves than i know what to do 
Make no mistake, i'll instigate 
Get your feet pumping till they detonate 

Chorus

RUBY CIKADA ---- EP II 

Lennox Campbell-Berzins – Vox, Guitars, Mandolin, Digi Guitar, and percussion. 
Aniqa Qadir – Vox 
James Atin-Godden – Bass, Backup Vox, Guitar, Keys, Melodica, Violin, and percussion. 
Daniel Staples – Drums 
All songs written by Lennox Campbel-Berzins 
Produced and Arranged by Ruby Cikada 
Mixes by James Atin-Godden and James Mulvale 
Mastered by Noah Mintz at the Lacquer Channel Studios 
Album Art by Allison Boddy 

Special thanks to James Mulvale, Allison Boddy, and Ma + Pa.

Sidewinder

Seems to me, from what I see	
My vantage point, it wasn’t free 
This little hole, that I have dug	
Gives little warmth, even to a slug 
And if I were, a gun for hire	
It still leaves much, to be desired 
My back is broke, I’m out of rope	
I need a drink, to help me cope 

Chorus 

But I won’t be here for long	
And I can sing an evening song 
I’ll climb above this world of hurt	
All and all, it all just looks like Dirt. 

I’m sifting through, some wood n rust	
Prompted by, a golden lust 
But what would I, ever aim to be	
In a town, without economy 
And so my days, are shaved and spent	
Just so I, can pay my rent 
And so I say, I’ll pay my dues	
But what about, the richest few? 

Chorus


RUBY CIKADA ---- EP II 

Lennox Campbell-Berzins – Vox, Guitars, Mandolin, Digi Guitar, and percussion. 
Aniqa Qadir – Vox 
James Atin-Godden – Bass, Backup Vox, Guitar, Keys, Melodica, Violin, and percussion. 
Daniel Staples – Drums 
All songs written by Lennox Campbel-Berzins 
Produced and Arranged by Ruby Cikada 
Mixes by James Atin-Godden and James Mulvale 
Mastered by Noah Mintz at the Lacquer Channel Studios 
Album Art by Allison Boddy 

Special thanks to James Mulvale, Allison Boddy, and Ma + Pa.

Dirt

We were born of an amber flame 
Kindled By a spark we claim 
Fueled by a fairytale game 
Wild hearts can never grow tame. 
We were destined for a happy end 
Hand-in-hand while running round the bend 
No rule to Comprehend 
No tracks, no letters to send. 

Bridge: 

Oh, I can’t let go of what I know 
Come comfort me, race me to the sea. 

Chorus: 

On the run, on the run Again, 
We were on the run again, 
On the run again. we were 
On the run 
On the run 
On the run again 

I think we met at a game of skip rope 
Never danced till we eloped 
Always running out of dope 
Open road was our only hope, 
But we lost it by the sea 
Candle burnt its ends in glee, couldn’t find that old alchemy in the cape of Love (G) & worry (A). 
Bridge 2 
Oh, I can see now the why and the how you, could’ve marry me but now we’ll always be.


RUBY CIKADA ---- EP II 

Lennox Campbell-Berzins – Vox, Guitars, Mandolin, Digi Guitar, and percussion. 
Aniqa Qadir – Vox 
James Atin-Godden – Bass, Backup Vox, Guitar, Keys, Melodica, Violin, and percussion. 
Daniel Staples – Drums 
All songs written by Lennox Campbel-Berzins 
Produced and Arranged by Ruby Cikada 
Mixes by James Atin-Godden and James Mulvale 
Mastered by Noah Mintz at the Lacquer Channel Studios 
Album Art by Allison Boddy 

Special thanks to James Mulvale, Allison Boddy, and Ma + Pa.

On The Run

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