I'll speak out of context just this once. 
I never take orders even from my love. 
And I'm gonna stand here, 
Being told what to do. 
I need you, that's it. 
Anything less is bullshit. 
No, I won't be controlled. 
No, I'm not letting go. 

Oh no. 
Not now. 
Say when. 
Cause I'm not waiting. 
Please change. 
Order Age. 
This is not what I had in mind. 

I know this guy and he loves his girl. 
Not saying it's wrong, but she controls his world. 
He's under her thumb and that's that. 
Better break it off before he's trapped. 
But girl, you're on my mind. 
But baby, I have no time for myself. 
This is hell. 
Let me out. 

If she ain't happy, nobody's happy. 
Not what I had in mind.

If She Ain't Happy, Nobody's Happy

Concentrate on nothing, 
Now you've lost me out in the rain. 
Light the flame that guides, 
All of god's puppets to their graves. 
Where we can sing and dance, 
Swim in the ocean free. 
Lost horizon, 
Ties that bind us to these subtle thieves. 

Carolina, won't you shine on us, 
And make me feel whole again. 
Carolina, won't you shine on us, 
And make me feel alive. 

Based on facts, 
And all the tattoos that you have. 
A story that words can never tell. 
Live in a frame painted by another. 
Don't bother, clouds start to cover. 
One man's paradise is another man's hell. 

Rip me out of this world. 
I'm scared but learning how to fool you. 

Anticipate everything that I do. 
Try to predict my next move, 
But I'm going along pretending that you're the best at what you do. 
Stop, stand still. 
Grab that thrill. 
The gun with the bullet that moves faster than your mouth. 
Make sense to the replying thoughts in your head. 
When the sun is high, 
You're just like them.

Carolina

I take a peak when I see you walking around. 
When I talk, I admit, I always look down. 
I wonder what you're thinking in that beautiful mind. 
Wonder if you think we could do some time. 

I believe I'm a plant. 
I'll stand so still. 
Get you from the back. 
Get you I will. 

You're beautiful, 
I'm jealous now, jealous again. 
You're beautiful, 
Gonna stab you in the back. 

I remember a time I saw you in the halls. 
It was the first time I saw you and I wanted it all. 
Get you in that place where it feels so right. 
Wonder if you think we could do some time. 

I'm cautious but not afraid. 
And I've learned my ways. 
Gotta stop right now but I can't. 

I've got a plan. 
I'll stand so still. 
Get you from the back. 
Get you I will.

What I Need

Sharp words like a dying man. 
Leave from your mouth, it's crimes against. 
A symbol used to catch your stare. 
Wake up to find everyone over there. 

Can you look me in the eyes and say it again? 
I don't want you to know it but can you say it again? 
I've got flawed ideas that killed tomorrow. 
A perfect soul so hollow. 

Tell me who you want me to be. 
All the lies I'll make you believe. 
Steal your creativity. 
Won't impress. 
Won't be a novelty. 

Tomorrow, we're singing sorrow. 

You're so drunk you don't know what you're saying. 
I've got a god but I don't feel like praying for you. 
Listen to that praise as you sit on top. 
Scarred from being push off of that spotlight, 
Shines and will burn right through. 
Something clever and something new. 
People, don't cheer just yet. 
Last a moment longer and they'll soon forget. 
Your name, your place in our hall of fame. 
They stole my plans. 
I'll never mean anything now. 

A touch so cold, I need a heart I can borrow.

Tomorrow

The Tragically Hip led by Gord Downie are an iconic Canadian band. Over a 30-year career, they have cemented themselves as a staple in Canadian music and identity. Gord Downie announced earlier this year that he was diagnosed with brain cancer. In Hip fashion, the band embarked on a final, cross-Canada tour culminating with a final performance in their hometown of Kingston, Ontario and broadcasted to almost 12 million Canadians. We wanted to give back to a person who has dedicated himself to creating and connecting through music and is so important to Canada. ‘Poets’ is available for purchase/download from our bandcamp page. All sales from the song will be donated to the Gord Downie Fund for Brain Cancer Research (link below). You can purchase the song for $1.00 (or more if you choose). Let’s honour the legacy of the Tragically Hip and Gord Downie. 

Gord Downie Fund for Brain Cancer Research:
https://donate.sunnybrook.ca/braincancerresearch

To Purchase 'Poets':
https://strandedcruiser.bandcamp.com/track/poets

All rights belong to The Tragically Hip. 

Album: Phantom Power (1998)

Poets

Stranded Cruiser is not here to join in the Pop music of today, but to exist on their own terms. Taking a little taste of punk and rock ‘n’ roll, the band has been refining garage music since 2011. Most notably, Stranded Cruiser’s performances release aggression and rage in an unapologetic manner. Not everything can be blissful and there needs to be people yelling about it. Stranded Cruiser has remained a band in the independent music scene for almost 5 years due to the support of an audience sharing similar DIY ideals. This relationship with independent artists grew when the band signed with label, Get Bent Records, in 2014. The band has continued to captivate audiences throughout Toronto and the GTA with its raw power.  
‘Pretty, Fantastic’ is an album capturing several years of blood, sweat and tears for the band. The energy evident throughout the album reinforces the band’s crazy and wild attitude that is displayed on stage. Opening the album is the catchy, guitar-riff based song, ‘Shark Tank’. This song criticizes the state of modern music with pained melodies over a sporadic rhythm section. ‘Fuck’n Real’ seizes the youth of its audience and swings them through soft verses and waves of noise in the chorus. Songs like ‘Another Misery’ and ‘Mother Abbey’ are classic punk rock songs that will give you a familiar feeling of teenage angst. Listening to the album, one can identify the influences of Pixies, Fugazi, Cage the Elephant, with a splash of Iggy Pop. Stranded Cruiser has tweaked the garage rock formula just enough to sound new again.
