Høyeste Gang

by Oh My Snare!

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released February 3, 2015

Jorel : Vocals/Guitar/Keyboard
Dan : Guitar/Vocals
Lily : Bass/Vocals
Seb : Drums

Most lyrics by Jorel.
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Mario Ouellet.
Artwork by angoissedesign.tumblr.com

Released on vinyl by Say-10 Records, Sick Scene Productions and Fireworks Collective.

For booking inquiries or bulk/distro orders, please write to frank@sickscene.com

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Track Name: Unforetold Hands And Voices
We tried to make things work, we did our best to keep the plane in motion
But 7 years went by and now we’ve had enough, so watch us crash this thing in the ocean
Half of our friends got a toddler now, the other half's in jail
Our couches complain about our asses now, we need to cut them some slack

This is the perfect timing for our boredom’s demolition
Just bring the crowbar, I’ll bring a twelver
And who can stop us now if we want to kill our livers?
While we bring our souls back from the dead

I tried to make things work, I did my best to repress all emotions
But I grew tired of standing still in a bus, waiting for some sudden commotion
It all just doesn’t do it for me anymore, I want fucking goosebumps
Let’s smash the TV and pump up the amps, make the evening count

This is the perfect timing for a lifestyle revolution
Just bring your great mind, I’ll bring a twelver
And who can stop us now if we want to kill our livers?
While we bring our souls back from the dead

We all, we all, we all, we all, we all need
To recover a soul that was lost at sea
We all, we all, we all share the same sore
The disruption of a love we once bore
Track Name: "Hearken Unto My Behest, Biatch, For Thou Has Boobies"
"I don't know where to start
I'd like to see you try to talk through all the lipstick
And I'd love to see you play Spartan citizen with all the oxytocin
It's not easy to be a woman these days
No!”
Well baby girl if you can't express yourself, just use an emoticon
I am 27, almost famous, that means OD's on its way
What I'm trying to say
Is that there ain't nobody
Got time for deciphering your body language
Talk to me, talk to me
Won't you ever speak your mind?
Oh it could be so simple
Just cut off the crap
Drag me in your circle
I swear, I’ll make you forget the gap
Between our fortresses
"Simple?
On planet Bro?
It took millenia of work to get some womens' rights
One single decade of Photoshop
And I'm throwing up my breakfast to have dinner with you"
Come on, I'd never ask you to do that, oh wait... Yeah I kinda do
Well you know it's not easy to deal with women these days
"That's just because it's not easy to be a woman these days.”
Oh no it's not easy to be a woman these days
But what do I know?
Oh it could be so simple
Just cut off the crap
Drag me in your circle
I swear, I’ll make you forget the gap
"How could it ever be simple
On planet Bro?
I'm expected to be naive but smart
With boobs off the charts
No wonder the confusion"
No wonder the confusion!
Track Name: If Krillin Came Back From The Dead Like 3 Times, I Think We Can Do It Once
‘Cause there ain’t anything else but us
This vibrant feeling in our guts
Our reddened cheeks the sunlight met
Way too often to forget
With this freezing wind in our hair
We are the Montreal corsairs
Our greatest act, our easiest role
We play ourselves once and for all

Nanana na na na na
I guess someday we’ll fall
Some god will make this call
That will put us back into our place
Nanana na na na na
I’m not afraid to die
If only you and I
Can let the fucking phone ring

I’m not afraid to die! I’m not afraid to die!
I’m not afraid to die!
We already lived a million dragonfly lives
And kissed the skies a thousand times
I’m not afraid to die! I’m not afraid to die!
I’m not afraid to die!
Take a look at the head on our ales
The panic in our legs
All the neutrinos our boiling qi sprays
I’m not afraid to die! I’m not afraid to die! I’m not afraid to die!

‘Cause there ain’t anything else but us
These shallow footsteps in the dust
Mere evidence of a common past
Clad in the shadows present casts
With this melody in our ears
We are the urban bucaneers
We sing fists high and voices loud
The warcry of an eternal crowd!

Nanana na na na na
I’m not afraid to die
Just let us kiss the skies goodbye
Track Name: All Sauron Needed Was A Little Love
Tonight I'm striving and I'm trying to tell you how bad I cope with loneliness
I did let you go a long time ago, I'm just not that cool with the fact that you did too
And anyways what we had hadn’t been love for a damn long time

Well it's boiling inside me
I know we agreed we'd be better off without each other
I put all my clothes in plastic bags with the dog on the backseat of my car
Rebooted my whole life from scratch, no remorse, no looking back
But I guess I just want you to thank me somehow
Or maybe I just need to feel love again

I couldn't care less for all the serene things I think
They're not in synch with all the shitty things I feel
And if I was a buddhist monk or even just an actual punk
I wouldn't worry all that much
And if I was a buddhist monk or even just an actual punk
I wouldn't worry all that much
But instead of that…

It's boiling inside me
I went in your room to get the dog's toys, I swear I wasn't peeking
Saw a condom package on the floor, yeah right, I'm seeing other people too!
Came back to my old car, no toy, just resentment
So I guess I'm just jealous that you're winning the breakup
Or maybe I just need to feel love again

I couldn't care less for all the serene things I think
They're not in synch with all the shitty things I feel
And if I was a buddhist monk or even just an actual punk
I wouldn't worry all that much
And if I was a buddhist monk or even just an actual punk
I wouldn't worry all that much
And with a little fuck
I'd feel love again
Track Name: I'm Not Robocop Material Anymore :'(
“It’s all just a myth!
There’s no such thing as growing old”
Well wait a couple of years
Till your bones crack and your spine bends under the strain of

This constant fear that
Disillusion will kill hope once again
As if the dice had been
Fiddled with by this loathsome place
And my cigar, my suspenders
My powdered wig replaced my Che beret
As hope was murdered somewhere in my cells

Wow. This does sound like growing old…
It’s not just a myth!
Wow. This does sound like growing old…
It’s not just a myth!
Yeah, sounds an awful lot like growing old
Well I guess you can take it from here

Look at me
Old-timey sobs his failures away with resignation
I finally see it from behind the curtains
Old, jaded, wine-tasting ghouls suffering from
Chronic lack of giving a shit
We run this loathsome place!

Wow. This does sound like growing old…
It’s not just a myth!
Wow. This does sound like growing old…
It’s not just a myth!
Yeah, sounds an awful lot like growing old
Well I guess you can take it from here

It’s not all just a myth!
It’s a fucking disease!
Track Name: If You Smell Flowers, Look Around For The Coffin
So much for surfing the thin line between working here and being dead
It's fucking torture
I can swear I hear the baritonal humming of afterlife echoing in my head
Some sort of tinnitus from the future

I see people on the street
Well they’re like obstacles to me
Get out of my way!
I have to go to my own funeral
Can’t you see I’m all dressed up
With grey clothes that hide my neon green mind?

It’s so bad, I tend to ignore the beauty of life even when I’m off
So I can barely tell a dog from a car
Unless they’re on my cellphone screen
Or flowing through my hipster headphones
I’m a worker, I’m a success, I'm fine!

Those damn people on the street
They’re like obstacles to me
Get out of my way!
I have to go to my own funeral
Can’t you see I’m all dressed up
With grey clothes that hide my neon green mind?

So if you see me on the street
And I’m looking at my phone
Would you be so kind as to punch me in the face?
And if I don’t get an epiphany
After you break my nasal bones
Well you have my permission to kill me right away
Right away!
Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!
Right away!
Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!
Right away!
Track Name: Høyeste Gang
Well aren’t we all but clueless clusters of water, salts and fear?
Just like you I slave under the deck, but I can smell that land is drawing near
The simplest way to happiness is still whispering:
Fuck this shit, I’m happy
Fuck this shit, I’m happy
Yeah!

You swim, you swim, you never reach the shore, but, man, the ocean is yours
Your life might be a fucking shipwreck, but the morning is always yours
The simplest way to happiness is still screaming:
Fuck this shit, I’m happy!
Fuck this shit, I’m happy!
The morning is always mine
The morning is mine

The morning is mine and I’m eager to find out
What wind will be blowing in my sail
I bet you a scotch it’s a full gale
I’ll tie my GoPro to a seagull’s neck
And I’ll broadcast it live on the Internet
Zoom and see me duck
Under the flapping ropes
My heart pumping salt
Salt, water and hope
Think… Think… Think… Release the sheets!
And as the priar blocks knock me overboard
I shall become a legend
Zoom and see me drown
The morning is yours!

So now the morning is yours!
The morning is yours!
The morning is yours!
The morning is yours!