Rock, Blues & Roots With A Twist

Recorded at Meech Creek Studio, Farm Point, QC
Mixed by Jason Jaknunas at Metropolitan Studio, Ottawa
Mastered by David Cain at SoundMaster Studios, Ottawa

Written and arranged by Greg Paul Stone [APRA]
Copyright 2014 © All rights reserved
Produced by Greg Paul Stone and Neal Sundet

The Legend of the Pom Pom Kid

There’s a new kid in the yard today
I saw him with Miss Hathaway
Looked jumpy was a nervous cat
And sitting on his head was a pom pom hat
Don’t you ever touch his hat or
Quick as you can blink you’ll be on your back
He’s studied in Karate they said
Don’t mix it, mix it with the pom pom kid

Don’t mess up with the Pom Pom Kid
Like Bobby Boy Loranco did
Bobby Boy can hold his own
But the kid’s got a mean streak hard as stone
I heard he learned to fight in jail
When his momma wouldn’t pony up with the bail
The cops couldn’t make it stick 
Don’t mix it, mix it with the Pom Pom Kid

I heard his parents died in a crash 
When the plane they were flying simply ran out of gas
Funny how the last thing they did
Was mix it with the Pom Pom Kid
The kid’s got a rep don’t you know
And a list of arrests as long as your arm
But no convictions they said 
Don’t mix it, mix it with the Pom Pom Kid
[CHORUS]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
The girls stare when he goes by
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
The boys won’t look him in the eye
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
I wonder if he really did
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
All the things I heard about the Legend of the Pom Pom Kid

I went up to the kid today
Asked him if he could explain
Why he got such a bad rap
& why he’s always wearing that pom pom hat
It was all lies don’t you know
‘Cept his parents really died and the pain did show
Like the scar on his head
From the crash that created the Legend of the Pom Pom Kid

Copyright © 2012 Gregory Paul Stone [APRA]

Touch The Sun

The Legend Of The Pom Pom Kid

Recorded at Meech Creek Studio, Farm Point, QC
Mixed by Jason Jaknunas at Metropolitan Studio, Ottawa
Mastered by David Cain at SoundMaster Studios, Ottawa

Written and arranged by Greg Paul Stone [APRA]
Copyright 2014 © All rights reserved
Produced by Greg Paul Stone and Neal Sundet

Touch the Sun
Wily was wiry with a ganja tattoo that you knew that he already regretted
Time was parceled into tin foil squares but time won’t stand to be indebted
So don’t you let it 
So don’t you let it 
Don’t forget it
Time won’t stand to be indebted

Duane was as plain as the nose on your face oh what a shock when I heard
He rode the white horse to the cemetery gates and nobody said a word
At least I heard
At least I heard
At least I heard
Nobody said a word

Brent was bent like $3 bill he never came home one night
He jumped in the river trying to get away boss got him locked down tight
He’s a sight
He’s a sight
He’s a sight
Boss got him locked down tight

Gord was bored with suburban life decided to make a change
He became she seemed a blink of an eye now nothing of Gord remains
And that’s okay
Was a jerk anyway
Now she’s Jane
And nothing of Gord remains
Stanley was manly and a total nutcase he came with a party trick
Batter up he cried as he cracked the kid’s skull and the sound of it made me sick
Lickity split
Lickity split
Lickity split
The sound of it made me sick

Shawn was born with a hole in his heart momma tried to keep him safe
But momma wasn’t with him in the car that night when they hit the emergency brake
Was just a prank
That really stank
Was just a prank
They died near the river bank

I was a fly on the wall of your life ain’t no saint it is sung (tried to touch the sun)
The city will eat you if you swallow it spit you out when it’s done
One by one
One by one
One by one
Spit you out when it’s done
On the run
On the run
On the run
Trying to touch the sun

Copyright © 2012 Gregory Paul Stone [APRA]

Recorded at Meech Creek Studio, Farm Point, QC
Mixed by Jason Jaknunas at Metropolitan Studio, Ottawa
Mastered by David Cain at SoundMaster Studios, Ottawa

Written and arranged by Greg Paul Stone [APRA]
Copyright 2014 © All rights reserved
Produced by Greg Paul Stone and Neal Sundet

Honey Took the Money
I threw the baby with the bath water and said goodbye to that town
Went looking for the funky people they’re the ones who wanna get down
I nursed that wreck up across the state line
Find a little honey gonna have a good time

Well I got more chicken than KFC
The whole cell block will be proud of me
I catch a little speed and the madness begins
Honey starts a stick up and I jump right in
But Honey had some other plans I found out
Honey took the money and ratted me out

I ain’t one to go down without a fight
It took six of ‘em to get me in the squad car that night
If I wasn’t on parole I probably would’ve lied
If I wasn’t on the come down I probably would’ve tried
I’ll catch another long stretch there’s no doubt
‘Cause Honey took the money and ratted me out

Copyright © 2012 Gregory Paul Stone [APRA]

Honey Took The Money

Recorded at Meech Creek Studio, Farm Point, QC
Mixed by Jason Jaknunas at Metropolitan Studio, Ottawa
Mastered by David Cain at SoundMaster Studios, Ottawa

Written and arranged by Greg Paul Stone [APRA]
Copyright 2014 © All rights reserved
Produced by Greg Paul Stone and Neal Sundet

Greg Paul Stone - Guitars, vocals, drums, harmonica
Joe Hincke - Bass
Rod Fotheringham - Piano, organ

Choir - Parker Stone, Tasha Forget, Eden Lavoie, Neal Sundet

I Told You So
[Verse]
I don’t trust you now
Since you broke my ship when you broke down
So take your medicine
And stay the hell away from me we’re no longer friends

So throw a dog a bone
My love has hit the rocks in parts unknown
It’s sinking like a stone
But I won’t go down with the ship I wouldn’t dream of it

[Chorus]
We all knew I’d need some convincing
Just to carry through with this thing
If you need me I’ll be listening
For that writing on the wall
The stumble ‘fore the fall and I’ll be gone
Na na na na na na I hate to say I told you so
Na na na na na na I hate to say I told you so

[Verse]
And then you come around
You try to play the part of the sad clown
But I’m not buying it
I tried to help you out and this is what I get?

I tell you when it rains it pours
I’ve got problems of my own I don’t need yours
So take your medicine
I’d like to wish you well in your self-created hell

[Chorus]
We all knew I’d need some convincing
Just to carry through with this thing
If you need me I’ll be listening
For that writing on the wall
The stumble ‘fore the fall and I’ll be gone
Na na na na na na I hate to say I told you so
Na na na na na na I hate to say I told you so

I Told You So

Throw Your TV In The Pool EP
STONE AGE MAN

Save Me
Carry Me Back
Look At What The Cat Dragged In
Faithless
Lullaby For The Dreamer

Lineup: 
Greg Paul Stone (gtr, vox, drums, keys)
 Bethan Nodwell (vox)
Anouk Grégoire (vox)
Bruce Cawdron (per)
Jeff Asselin (drums)
Rod Fotheringham (keys)
Marc Decho (bass)
Guest - James Stephens (vio)

Released April 4, 2016
Produced by Greg Paul stone
All songs written by Greg Paul Stone [APRA]
Copyright 2016 © All rights reserved

Throw Your TV In The Pool

Faithless

Look At What The Cat Dragged In

Carry Me Back

Save Me

Roguish genre-bending Canadian band with a healthy love of beauty and chaos. Perfect for your short attention span types;) 
Free downloads at http://stoneageman.ca

Rock, Blues & Roots With A Twist

Stone Age Man