Excellent Party @ Reagans Rayguns

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Everyone is kissing and drinking at this party.

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released January 18, 2014

Sean Boyer - guitar, vocals
Adam Kierstead - bass, vocals, keys
Dan Boyer - drums
Chris "Stop" Braydon - guitar
Drew Sweet - "Sean's Dad" vocals on The Bracist

This is Studio Boytimes release BOY017

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Reagans Rayguns St John, New Brunswick

Reagans Rayguns: Janky, unnecessary, intentionally annoying, yet always poppy somehow. No matter how hard we try to write the most inaccessible song, someone always finds a way to dance to it.

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Track Name: Tom Brokaw I (Million Years Old)
I cough, you cough
we all cough for Tom Brokaw
Except I cough first because I'm catching a cold

I cough, you cough
we all cough for Tom Bro-Cough
Except I cough twice because I do what I'm told

I cough, you cough
we all cough for Tom Brokaw
Except I cough first because I'm catching a cold

I cough, you cough
we all cough for Tom Bro-Cough
Except he coughs twice cause he's a million years old
A million years...
OLD!
Track Name: Tom Brokaw II (Sentimental Cough)
Well I have got the most sentimental cough
I cough with much more feeling than the next guy
I cough my heart out
I cough my lungs apart
I'll put my bloody sputum art on display

As I lie dying down in the TB wing
My friends and family all come and visit me
I take my mask off
I cough into their face
They're relegated to this place
Where we'll die! Oh!
From my sentimental cough
Track Name: Montreal
I went to Montreal
and the sun was shining every day
The open liquor laws didn't seem to apply on the trains
Downtown, patios, shows, cheap beer, and poutine
Being a bike messenger isn't all it's cracked up to be

In Montreal, the students began to complain
100,000 strong, in the streets, oh man it was insane!
The cops barricaded the street of the bar where we decided to go
They broke my friend Mike's arm right before he had to play a show
That's when the tear gas grenades went off on the patio
Pepperspray in the eyes, of the girls in the front row

Yeah in Montreal, one night you might meat Tesco Vie
and then the next night comes and you're getting beat up by police
Just wash some more speed down with an Old Mill that you got for free
Yeah, in Montreal, the old Fattal's the life for me
C'mon guitar, you know how it goes!
Track Name: Greg is the Concept
I came home on a Friday night
Looked for Greg but he was sleeping
So I woke him up and we washed the soap
When that was done we did the laundry
and then we swept and did the windows
til there was nothing left to do
Then I suggested we go out
and then Greg said to me "yeah, let's go drinking!"

Let's go drinking, again

We went down to the bar
But it was pack with whores to the rafters
So we went down to the local pub
ate ourselves some delicious grub
But then those whores found where we were to
and there was nothing else we could do
Out the kitchen door we went a-sneekin',
and then I said to Greg "c'mon let's go drinkin'"

Yeah let's go drinking, again

As we were walking home
Greg was attacked by a group of kittens
they fucked him up like pretty bad
had to take him away in an ambalance (sic)
When he got back all bandaged and tubed
there was nothing else he could do
So that cats and I smoked his crystal meth
Then the cats said to me "Boyer, let's go drinking!"

C'mon let's go drinking, again
Track Name: The Bracist
One more night, one more night
I just need one more night with you
One more night, one more night
I just need one more night with you

After all that we've been through
It's the least my dad could do
Give us this one last date
Before he decided our fate

One more night, one more night
I just need one more night with you
One more night, one more night
I just need one more night with my overbite

Adult braces will make me look dumb
After 20 years of sucking my thumb
Adult prices my dad will pay
Just to see my teeth go straight
my teeth go straight

Pull the wires tight
Close the gaps
That prevented me from scoring
Pull those wires tight
What the fuck...?
was I so afraid of?
5000 bucks my dad will pay that I never have to pay

(This is my dad talking now...)
I will pay to straighten out
The mess inside your mouth
For your crooked teeth annoy,
And you are my good boy.