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Pilgrimage to Bugarach
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We're off
To Bugarach.
Where we will rock
And beat the clock.
And find
New ways to blow our minds,
'Cause we're running out of time.
The blind leading the blind.
Away we go.
We're on our way.
The end of the world's
Just a month away.
Worship in the caves
When we arrive.
It's the only way we'll get
out of this alive!
Thousands
Upon thousands of these dingbats
Stinking up a village
Of about 200
And performing
Goofy hippie rituals
And talking suicide
On a massive scale.
Skyclad on a mountain.
The locals just look away.
Chicken Little fucks keep counting.
How many days away.
And so
The time has come
To gather all the dumb
In their UFO garage.
And when
These lemmings realize
They're living all these lies
They'll shrivel up and die.
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"God" this and "Prayer" that
As if a god would care about pro fuckin' sports!
And getting traded for a bag of pucks
does not entitle you to float all year.
Millionaires are baiting bears
And hiding in the trees with an entire film crew.
It's still legal in Alberta, and it
Gives you a super manly photo to tweet.
Now you badly pulled your groin
On day one of training camp.
Stay on the IR.
Get bought out next summer.
Stay on the IR.
Get bought out next summer.
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Footin' the bill
For eight billion
For natural gas
We'll never see
Blasting sand and water with mystery chemicals in the groundwater
Helping themselves to all our water for their fucking fossil fuel
The carbon imprint just to get this shit ain't ultimately worth the cost
So - for public interest and water resources - all is fucking lost?
Talisman, and Encana and Canbriam are foes
We got no choice we got no voice, so I guess we're in their throes
Ministers consulting with First Nations? Yeah - whatever you say
We will not be fucked around, but we've been ripped off.
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Paul's Mom Met Saga
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His brother knew them well
Always watched them jam
Hoped he could play keyboards
For them as a stand-in
Then one day he brought them over
To Paul's Mom's house an' shit
It's here that Paul cannot recall
Exactly which member was it?
Paul's Mom met Saga
Paul says Saga like Mississauga
But we say Saga like an Indian raga
No one can stop us now
Tonight we got no fuckin' excuse.
Paul's Mom met Saga
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I'm another a city person
I know stuff, like how to pay my bills
But now I'm lost and alone in the woods
And no one taught me any survival skills!
Those things look like raspberries
But how do I know for sure?
If eating that mushroom makes me sick
What do I eat for a cure?
Will I have to kill an animal?
Holy shit, isn't that cruel?
Kinda wish they'd taught me
Some of this shit in school!
Argh! Rescue
Me! I can't
Live! Out of
Doors!
This "web of life" shouldn't include me
It's mostly for trees and bears
Return my corpse to my concrete habitat
And bury me in Tupperware
Argh! Rescue me.
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6. |
Fred Willard
02:00
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At first we knew him as
Jerry Hubbard!
Greatest living sidekick.
Made Barth Gimble proud.
Too many highlights
To mention in his career
But there's definitely a couple gems
That gotta be mentioned here.
Lookin' sharp in Spinal Tap
Rockin' Lieutenant Bob
Crackin' jokes about long hair
And requesting slow numbers.
As Ron Albertson and Buck Laughlin
And Mike "wha' happened?" Lafontaine
These are immortal icons
Who should be etched into your brain.
Portraying Traggs with Tim and Eric
Or the Restaurateur of Cheese
Or Mancierge to help you out
For all your organizational needs.
Poor guy gets busted for whackin' off in a fuckin' porn theatre!
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Soy Victoria, British Columbia
Soy formed in 1996, put out a cassette and a 7-inch, toured a bit, broke up in '97, reunited in '11, and played a few shows
and recorded some new stuff in '12. Scheduled to break up again in '14, so enjoy it while you can. RIP Richard Dunn.
Drums/Vocals: Doug
Guitar: Paul
Bass/Vocals: Cruiser
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