So this is a contest with myself to see how many clichés I can cram into three minutes and I think I won, no?

I’m all about the cheese on the first tune. In the lyrics, I reference Blue Öyster Cult’s “Burnin' For You” and hence the title, a reference to the unadulterated, unabashed schmaltziness of the track. “Burnin' For You” is one of the all-time greats and if you disagree you’re dead to me.

Blue Öyster Schmaltz

So this is a song about hanging off of every word your lover says. Real love is about an intellectual match. “Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments”…

The title of “Argot Poisoning” is a pun about being intoxicated by talking to someone you love: ergot poisoning is when you eat bread made from wheat with a certain fungus in it, and it makes you trip (some people think it caused the Salem witches). An argot is a peculiar, idiosyncratic dialogue… as C.S. Lewis would’ve called it, “little language.”

Argot Poisoning (Talk My Ears Off)

Basically, this is a song about how we all have a destructive impulse inside us, and we're all monsters somewhere in our souls. It is thematically quite indebted to Wintersleep's  "Orca" and "It's The Fear of Myself That Keeps me Odd" by Alexisonfire.

"Windigo" (pronounced WIN-di-go or win-DEE-go) is an anglicized form of the Cree word wittigo, which is a terrifying monster that conspires with starvation and cold to kill the Cree in the harsh Hudson and James Bay winters. They can also turn people into windigos, much like vampires or zombies. You might not even notice that you're going windigo until you've killed and eaten your family... something that really happened over and over in the early 1900s.

The water snake in the song is from Plains Cree/Sandy Lake Cree mythology. The description of hypnosis in the song is taken directly from the legends.

Windigo

This is just a late-night, coffee-fueled cover of one of my favorite songs ever. I first heard it in the movie Strigoi, a hip Romanian vampire flick that's worth watching twice. I'm getting better at recording I think... "Windigo" sounded pretty bad but I'll re-up soon. Cheers. 

This is NOT monetized in ANY way. I do not claim to own the rights to this song and am not nearly as good as Mr. Condon... so I can't imagine I'm stealing his profits! LOL

Postcards From Italy (Beirut Cover)

This is about the town I call home, Chisasibi, QC. Annie Whiskeychan Day is a day we have in the schools to celebrate a great teacher who worked there many years ago. Some Cree words here: "mitchuap" means "teepee," "sigabon" means roast goose, "sabtuan" means "longhouse."

Annie Whiskeychan Day

I wrote this one for my father-in-law on Christmas cos we had to make something for our gift exchange, not buy anything. He commonly opines that lattés are for sissies so this is his anthem!

John Wayne Drank Black Coffee

A lot of guitarists I know complain about how I only know a handful of chords and mostly stick to to G, C, D, and Em. Because THOSE ARE THE BEST CHORDS, GUYS. For some reason GarageBand put two minutes of silence at the end of this song. Probably for my career.

Four Chords

This version is how I play it live... it's a little more concise and no effects on anything. But rawer I think!

John Wayne Drank Black Coffee (New Version)

http://rapgenius.com/Wild-rose-chance-only-partly-broken-lyrics

[Verse 1]
Here we go, Pierre Trudeau, Montreal airport
ᒋᔖᔨᔨᐆ sipping chai, you know that I care for it
I'm gonna get on that plane, I'm gonna subdue that pain
I'm gonna get back to the ocean, salt wells up inside my veins
Well up in an aeroplane, looking down on hills and plains
Roads they run through forests like some wasted giant's crooked veins
And arteries, "Artillery" in my headphones, I'm just meat on dead bones
Were it not for the hottie next to my body, I'd be rocking headstone
And when I read the comments on the Facebook and the online fora
It's enough to make me wanna get on-flight to Bora Bora
I say, "Now I can run, lay down in the sun"
Weighed down like a ton, ate cow on a bun
Cos I'm from the agricultural heart of the multicultural art called Canada
But these vultures are smart when they pannin' ya
And it's hard to halt yourself when they handin' ya
Trinkets full of gold to appeal to the man in ya, fannin' ya, then cannin' ya
Ya walked, then ya ran an' ya

[Hook 1]
Ran too far to tell
Stumbled and you fell
Into the cavern mouth of your special breed of hell
Where you’re waiting for the day
That they can break away
And it doesn’t even matter if you tell them you can pay
Because regardless of the cost
Your little ones are lost
Another non-existent phone call, while your hair mingles with moss
And you’re screaming in your soul
In that nigrescent hole
Deaf ears are all that catches protest: “I can pay the toll”

[Verse 2]
But... yes! I love it, I'm back in the land of the seagull
Yes! Covet it like it's the hand of Smeagol
This is my precious, pretty nets to enmesh us
Makes me wanna coat myself in glitter, gaudy stuff like Ke$ha's
Gotti stuff like Jay Z, by the waves I'm chillin', lazy
Maritimes been on my merry mind, yeah, lately I've been fucking crazy
For Adirondacks over them them wrong tracks, it's like Adderall to me
You add it all up 'bout your Rockies, rockin' these wings to the sea!

[Hook 2]
Swim in azure waves
Right out of the cave
Feel the dappled sunlight banish misery of slaves
And the cool wind soothe the burns
Animates ash in the urns
Depression dissipates, and tell it, “Have to wait your turn”
With your family alongside
Feel the gravity of tides
And the salt is lighter in your blood, feel it move inside
Dysphoria recedes
Diaspora it bleeds
We’re home and we are happy, not a single care or need

[Bridge]
I know we’ve got problems
But if you’re honest, so does everywhere else
We’re only partly broken
More than I can say for myself...

[Hook 3]
I know that you’re peeved
You think you wanna leave
But I’ve seen the vanquished wasteland that I wear upon my sleeves
I love it where I am
It’s made me a better man
No serious complaints about it, it’s a glorious land
But you only have one home
And no matter where you roam
Bon Jovi wrote a song about it, "Who says, who says...?"
That you can’t wield your clout?
Find solution to your pout?
When you talk about destruction, you know you can count me out

[Outro]
Count me out
Count me out
Count me out
Count me out

Only Partly Broken

Max a.k.a. Wild Rose Chance is currently recording his debut album. In the meantime... check out his demos. They're pretty good!

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