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H​ø​yeste Gang

by Oh My Snare!

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1.
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
2.
"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!
3.
‘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
4.
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
5.
“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!
6.
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!
7.
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!

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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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