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You Can't Do This

by My Son The Hurricane

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Étienne LB
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Étienne LB What a Saturday night. These fellas and ladies are something else, I tell you. You absolutely must see them live. Then you'll do just like me : buy the entire discography the next morning, enjoy all of it, listen exclusively these albums since then. Favorite track: Cookie Monster.
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Spleen 63 Du jazz-funk à la sauce hip-hop relevé d'un zeste de rock, voilà la recette maison des canadiens de " My Son The Hurricane", c'est à la fois léger et piquant mais toujours très structuré, comme quoi le mélange des genres ..... Favorite track: Longhair's Lament.
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Doombringer 01:29
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Pushin’ Up Daisies It’s getting there from here It’s the other side I want to be I’d leave the money and the women For what I believe c Hey Baby, how you been lately? We’re at that age now, life’s getting crazy We’re at that age now, sink or swim We’ve got a taste now, don’t eat the whole thing We grew up knowing we could do anything But anything quickly turned into everything & everything is more that we could have imagined & then what happened? v.1 (Bergsma) So shout out to every time to got 3rd instead of 1st I want the best, so I sit through the worst I want it all, the good & the bad & I’ve already got more than I could have imagined Shout out to all the fella’s & the ladies That ain’t giving up ‘till they’re pushing up daisies Do what you got to control the gears It’s not about being there, it’s about getting there from here v.2 (Nigel of The Pocket Dwellers) My son’s a hurricane he’s tearing up my life Only a few months, its how I planned it with my wife We dreamed for him but soon he’ll dream all on his own Make his bad decisions from the things his life was shown I tell ‘em, yell ‘em, teach ‘em preach ‘em then release ‘em Baby’s gotta’ do it all alone Be his own man or grow up to be a clone Life’s written with chalk in rain not carved in stone
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Honour Among Thieves v.1 You know, When you’re this cool, they say that you can smell & I’m so hip that I’m the whole damn pelvis & we’re so cool, we’re downright frigid We’re fresher than the freezer burnt broccoli in your kitchen & all the kids say “damn! that’s wicked” & all the old dudes that are with it are buying tickets & you’ve got your health Use of your appendages I know you’ve got it in you I just need some fucking evidence c Hit the ceiling If you feelin’ what I’m feelin’ v.2 Now, your head needs to shut it Listen to your body talk Ligaments like licorice & open up like bottle tops Bass pounds, brass bumps Head nods to the sound of the bass drum & all the ladies screaming “play another slow jam” But right now, it’s time to tear this shit wide open You’ve got your health Use of your appendages I know you’ve got it in you I just need some fucking evidence
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Cookie Monster v.1 I don’t know ‘bout them bitches Bringing back shit, on the lips, from the ass they be kissing Right? Oh, wait no! They don’t get out at all, so they smell like play-doe & I know, you all know that, the hurricane’s coming, it’s goin’ storm for sure. Raincoats, RAINCOATS! Shit’s getting wild, ain’t nothing goin’ stop it. Kick, hop, give it a throw. Stick your hands on up, like a stick in the snow so. All the kids, they all know that the hurricane’s coming it’s goin’ storm for sure. Clouds crack, rains goin’ pour. Toto, you ain’t in Kansas no more Toto, you ain’t in Kansas no more, Toto.. yo! c Oooooooooooh no! You Ain’t in Kansas anymore. v.2 I don’t know about them bridges Burnin’ ‘em down like we did with the witches But this is the new age, every bodies livin’ it up like two-face & I know, you sitting at home, praying for the day that you see the storm Well, hop on your laptop, photogenic’s the game & we are the mascot & we be making them sounds that pick you up when you’re feeling down & I know, that you know, that they know, that we know, that shit sucks even harder than starving mosquito but damn! It’s the eye of the storm, kick up dust and get your dancing on! I’m coming for you.. & your little dog too! v.3 I don’t know about them dumb kids Gettin’ out tryna’ make something out of nothing When, truth be told. We’ve got more hook than a fishing pole Me? I’m creaming on the inside, push it up & out through the windpipe I more like a doughnut or pastry. Ladies love my dough-NUTS ‘cause they crazy Sturdy & certain, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain I’m actually this rugged, I keep my jeans ripped and my spit in a bucket
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Barrachone 03:13
Barrachone c. & I think we gotta’ take time to make time Take all that wine back to the grapevine Put on your shoes before you start climbin’ Rise like the sun and shine like a diamond Cause the man in your head, Need’s a spot in the week were y’all can break bread and this is the time yo cause after today it’s nose back to the v.1 steady, pay, everyday routine the cross-roads, potholes, two sugars, the cream the meaning, as demeaning as it has to be getting past that whole death & taxes thing co-habiting, standing on the 90 ain’t leaving nothing or nobody behind me and then it’s back to climbing again, so live it on the weekend. v.2 need for food, so you work for that food then you buy the food and say goodbye to that food and do it over again, so live it on the weekend.
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Longhair’s Lament v.1 Oh, I don’t know Can’t judge a man by the look of his clothes I bet he cleans up well, eat his vegetables and does something that makes him feel incredible and how’s a man supposed to feel when he’s trying to deal and live the good life still and hell, I bet he’d love to cruise in a Cadillac but he works for what we earns and the Chevy gets his there & back & I bet he remembers what it’s like to walk it Loves his vehicle, thinks it’s funny when you talk about it Cause he, sleeps better when he’s actually tired He eats better when he’s actually hungry And all sweat that it takes to make ends meat makes him feel like he’s actually something and how’s a man supposed to feel? when he’s trying to deal and live the good life still c. Cause he, sleeps better when he’s actually tired He eats better when he’s actually hungry And all sweat that it takes to make ends meat makes him feel like he’s actually something v.2 Oh, I don’t know Can’t judge a man for doing something he knows That suit fits well, it’s all up in the style But i sweat it’s something else that makes his smile And something that cracks that hard shell Trained to straight face like lifting a barbell and really.. how’s a man supposed to feel? when he’s trying to deal and live the good life still
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Sullivan 03:11
The Sullivan v.1 And yeah she knows, Which way the wind blows, And she goes, she goes Cause she knows, That these windows They won’t hold, they won’t hold c. When all of the walls have crumbled And all of the roads have broken And all of the winds won’t whisper Once all of the winds have spoken And all of the people shout out So all of the town can listen And these are the new beginnings Yeah these are the new beginnings Now watch it being. v.2 And yeah she knows That she can’t go eyes closed out into the storm anymore That cellar door, she knows it won’t hold, it won’t hold It won’t hold b. When all of the walls have crumbled And all of the roads have broken And all of the winds won’t whisper Once all of the winds have spoken And all of the people shout out So all of the town can listen And all of the plugs split open And all of the water gets in ... And these are the new beginnings

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released January 1, 2011

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My Son The Hurricane Toronto, Ontario

My Son the Hurricane is a 14-piece brasshop funk beast with the mantra: anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Hailing from Niagara/Toronto, the band mixes New Orleans style grooves with funk, jazz and hiphop.

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