Little Fugitives

by Broken Bricks

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Little Fugitives - Release Date: February 8th 2011
More information: www.broken-bricks.com

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released 08 February 2011
Producer: John Critchley & Broken Bricks
Engineer/Mixer: John Critchley
Recorded at Green Door Studios - Toronto, Ontario
Mastered at Heading North Studios: Ron Skinner
Tracks 1, 2, 5 and 6 written by Luke Kuplowsky
Tracks 3, 4, 7 and 8 written by Marlon Chaplin
Broken Bricks is: Marlon Chaplin, Luke Kuplowsky, Matthew Duncan

Track 7 engineered by Dave Plowman and produced by Broken Bricks
Track 8 engineered and produced by Marlon Chaplin


Additional instrumentation:
Drums: Mark French
Bass: Charles James
Trombone: Ewan Kay
Trumpet: Rachel O'Connor
Violin: Taylor Nelles-McGee
Cello: Rafael Kuerti
Pedal Steel: Lonny Knapp

Album cover photo: Lewis Hine, Published 1910 (From the Library of Congress - National Child Labor Committee Collection).

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tags: blues folk indie rock rock & roll rock 'n' roll Toronto

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Broken Bricks are an exceptionally unique brand of rock 'n' roll music. With two tremendous and uncompromising releases ... more under their belt both backed by critical acclaim, the band continue to write, record and perform regularly. Their notoriously energetic live show has gained them an ever increasing following from their hometown of Toronto, to their second base in NYC. less

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Track Name: Pop Song
Pop Song

A funny feeling to be natural
Is so very consequential now
It comes so freely with the territory
That it means so little to me now
Well the boys in the back with their eyes to the floor
Are breaking down the chains that hold the palace to The door
Just to write a silly pop song like they do in the charts

A flannel shirt and a fender box
Is not enough to make me care
But its your lack of devotion
That makes me swear almighty prayer
Well the kids in the street with the second hand beat
Are clinically clumsy and kissing your feet
Just to write a silly pop song like they do in the charts

It's something like a burly chant

It ends with a forward slant

But you write it like you wrote when your writing tanks down low


A holy bible and a microphone
Is not enough to make your cause
You've got to twist it till it fits just right
And fix it like the cardinal laws
The girl with the sling and the cheshire grin
Will make you want to plead and shout
They'll break and they'll bruise you till you think just right
And make it so you give up the fight
Just to write a silly pop song like they do in the charts.
Track Name: Boy Dressed In Blue
Little Boy Dressed in blue with the pompadour dew
See he's feeling for some healing, boy that ain't really new
You've got him reeling and a rocking like he's mister Johnny hurricane too

Got to wait by the gate where the lovers debate
Over who's using who (will you just keep it straight)
You know the cat's are really jumping when the clock Hits a quarter to eight

You know its Saturday night
and
I ain't got nothing at all

See my tongue, yes its stung, with a lovers supply
Keep it coming till its running low and stupor and dry
You know its got that magic something that you just Can't really deny

Don't mistake me let me take you to a lovers retreat
Where succeeding is just feeding you the answers discreet
When i howl you just cower you like already admitted defeat

You know its saturday night
and
I ain't got nothing at all

Just a child, young and wild, like a boy of sixteen
Set his sights on those heights were we not all so keen?
You know its got to hit hard when the light comes in for the clean

Well I'm sorry if you worry 'bout the blue little boy
Every weekend he is wound up like a blue soldier toy
Rest assured, he'll be cured, when the moon comes hanging in joy.
Track Name: Boom
Deep in the streets of the American life,
A meaningless noun he calls his wife,
Dies on the steps of the kitchen stairs,
Screams aloud as he tugs her hair,

And the TV broken, smashed on the floor,
Electrical currents a'running out the door,
Walls stained red with the blood of she,
The neighbour next door is fast asleep,

Heaven and hell was a great big lie,
And I never wanted to know,
Another day spent in that dusty old room,
It happens when life goes boom,

Now I'm running back again,
I got to get to the end before tomorrow is spent,
With a one way ticket to Mexico,
To meet a man called Fidelio,

I got my eyes in my pocket,
My hand on my shirt,
I got nothing to pay,
Nothing to work for and,
It's just another day,
And I think that I lost my way,

Heaven and hell was a great big lie,
And I never wanted to know,
Another day spent in that dusty old room,
It happens when life goes boom,

Now I'm running back again,
I got to get to the end before tomorrow is spent,
With a one way ticket to Mexico,
To meet a man called Fidelio,

I got my eyes in my pocket,
My hand on my shirt,
I got nothing to pay,
Nothing to work for and,
It's just another day,
And I think that I lost my way,

Heaven and hell was a great big lie,
And I never wanted to know,
Another day spent in that dusty old room,
It happens when life goes boom.
Track Name: I Met A Robot
I Met A Robot

Running through the winter sun,
There aint no warm breeze here,
And the fires burning bright across the lake,

And I see you there with your flag wavin' high,
The clouds moving slow across the sky,
High,

City life aint meant for me,
I'm making ends meet,
High upon my jewel encrusted thrown,

You were meant to be something more than that,
Let it wash away into the deep sea,

Can I ask a question pretty please?
I built a robot but it won't believe in my song,
Is it wrong, is it wrong?

The sun it sets on the horizon,
Right before it smashes as it hits the floor,
And the lights go out on this darkened town,
Let it wash away once again,
Hey,

Can I ask a question pretty please?
I met a robot but he looks like me,
And now he's left,
Oh my, where could he be?
I turned him on,
Where's he gone, where's he gone?

Can I ask a question pretty please?
I met a robot but he looks like me,
And now he's left,
Oh my, where could he be?
I turned him on,
Where's he gone, where's he gone?
Track Name: It's All Lost On Me
Well it seemed so sudden
Motor running turned to nothing
When the blind boys hit on the pavement gunning
For a sunset strip of lime green collars
And bell boys tripped up running for their mothers

He was young and solemn
Sweet and common
Down through raining street flash running
Broken bones for the poor-man's loins
Ripe for the beat down, bounce in the coins

And he should have known better in spite of having met her
She was violent green with a sideline sweater
In some ways she was quite appealing
But the brand on the brain said its not for feeling

Oh, it's all lost on me
Sail across the sea
And take me home

Well he can't decide on the morning tide
Current waves roll in suicide
Either way its going to teach him a lesson
Either way its going to make him confessing

Well a single match and some serpentine
Will put an end to this whole damn scene
Show some truth in a little destruction
Build it up with a little construction now

Oh, it's all lost on me
Sail across the sea
And take me home

I don't care anymore

You're going to have to

Do like your papa says

Well he drove out late to the pharaoh's gate
Swore out rightly and pardoned fate
(it's always prettier to think so
you can't ignore it if it looks so)

Well police cars sound like an old greyhound
Tale upright and safe for ground
(hear a little better only if you let her
no i said it wouldn't do much better)

But its a sheen, its a dream, its a funny illusion
I could swear it was real if it wasn't delusion
Yet the sunset's only one man's regret
Of a day the came, and stayed, and went...

Oh no
Track Name: Pack It On Up
Wake up no time to waste
You've got to be here and everywhere else at once
You've got to pack it up and pass it to me

Someday not so far away
You'll wish you were anyway else but here
You've got to pack it up and pass it to me

You see the further you travel
The less you will know
The wind on the willows
Show the forces that flow
And i'd rather live in a small country town
And i'd rather live with my head in the ground

Come over here my boy
You stand like a solider and fall like a toy
You've got to pack it up and pass it to me

Old habits seldom pass
The sooner you cut it, the sooner you last
You've got to pack it up and pass it on over to me

Little boy with his feet in the sun
And his heart with the one who could take him away
You've got to slow yourself down
You've got to slow yourself down
You've got to slow yourself down