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Little Fugitives

by Broken Bricks

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1.
Pop Song (free) 02:48
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.
2.
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.
3.
Boom 04:12
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.
4.
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?
5.
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
6.
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
7.
Jigsaw (free) 04:59
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Little Fugitives - Release Date: February 8th 2011
More information: www.broken-bricks.com

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released February 8, 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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Broken Bricks Toronto, Ontario

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

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