Hope Like Hell

10 Tera Ohm

Star Of The County Down

The Foggy Dew

This is a tune about how much I LOVE punk music.

I heard it on Let's Face It, and on Question the Answers
More good times that I can count listening to those records
I heard it in the pit where I was singing with my brother
A torch was lit, a torch was passed from one band to another

And when I got the music 

I can hear it, I can hear it loud and true
I hear Radio Clash down Armstrong Avenue
I can hear it, I can hear it loud and true
I hear London Calling down Armstrong Avenue

I heard it on Suffer, and on No Control
I don't hear so well no more thx to Sick Of It All
Black Flag inspired Pennywise way, way back, back in the day
Fight till You Die was the best request I ever made

I got a place to go

I hear evolution, new bands and new songs
I hear the tried and true, who still soldier on
Good Riddance, McKenzies, Strung Out, NoFX
I listen to Rancid, I will until I'm Deaf

I can hear it, I can hear it loud and true
I hear Radio Clash down Armstrong Avenue
I can hear it, I can hear it loud and true
I hear London Calling down Armstrong Avenue

Armstrong Ave

This one is about Ayn Rand and her followers. The ones who think that being a greedy prick is a virtue. She didn't like religion, so I called her a saint(to those who like her bullshit) in hopes that it would piss her off.

At the altar of St Ayn the apostles reconcile
Bible vs and line with the greed they hold divine
At the altar of St Ayn the apostles get in line
To pledge themselves to Grover and St Ayn

At the altar of St Ayn they'll bend a knee to the swine
The silver spoon club still recycle Milton's lies
At the altar of St Ayn secret handshakes pass the time
For the pious scions of supply side

All hail the matron saint of avarice
Plutocrats professing piety
All hail the matron saint of avarice
Congressmen kneeling at her feet

At the Altar of St Ayn they'll erect a fucking shrine
To voodoo economics and budgets designed
With dogma contrived in Strauss' ugly mind
At the altar of St Ayn

The apostles of St Ayn, Blue blooded time and time
Again profess the virtues of toil and sacrifice
From offices so high, bestowed as a birthright
And baptized on the altar of St Ayn

2, 3, GO!!!!!!

The Altar Of Saint Ayn

This here is a drinking song. It's about the really good times that ensue when your old crew gets together. In my case it's people in bands that I've played in, as I count those times as some of the best I've ever had.

This tune is for John Nygren, Rob James, Jeremy Webster, Mike Eckinger, Jordan Eggers, Craig Burnett, Mr Carter, Megan Dobbs, Mark Amero, Garielle Brown, Rochelle Daniels, Tracey Wells, Lisa Phillips, Karen Trotter, Jeremy Fiddy, Graham Specht, Alison Crowe, Jamie Martini, James Mark, Kevin Clevette, Tamara Mark, Chris Burness, Lisa Burness, and Curtis Galambos. 

I look back on all the music I've made with this amazing list of people and I can't help but smile. You're all awesome as all hell.

Whisky With The Lads

Updated recording of Plutocrass. 

Enjoy, and as always, Faux Snooze sucks.

The St Padraig's EP MP3

Plutocrass

Across a picket line
A man with no loyalty walked
Down into the mines
Because his honour had been bought

And over bodies he would step
To line his bank account
While other men's families 
Learned to go without

1887 at Nanaimo #1 
An explosion killed 148
Men condemned to die by conditions in the mines
Trying to put food on their plates

On broken strikes and broken backs
The king built his castle
And he paid a pittance for the lives
Lost deep down below

Halfway to hell at the morning bell, into the mines for coal
While the king of scabs clawed wages back
From high in his castle

The men got locked out of the mines 
For talk of a better wage
Robert's greed and Robert's pride
Would see them all as slaves

Hired thugs and police 
Harassed the picket lines
Until men accepted starvation wages
In collapsing mines

The Grinning Barretts

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