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Cashing A Dead Man's Cheque (EP)

by My Son The Hurricane

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Pigeon Park With open eyes Big picture, little things The calm explodes, pixel and everything Expand and grow, darkness or happiness It comes and goes Big picture, little things. One, one, wonderful to meet you I can tell that you the kind of people that Two, three, form your own philosophy Crawling ahead gracefully and honestly Five, six with an extra thumb Making it gone, go get it done Seven, eight, but it ain’t finished yet This ignorance is only bliss to the inconsiderate And it’s cold and mold’s crawling through the window-wells Where old can sound like dinner bells It’s a hold up, smoke out, breathless and choked out No help for those who don’t help themselves It’s growing out the armpits It’s a leak in the ceiling, not a stain in the carpet And I could try to explain but the big pictures too big to be contained in a frame.
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Call Me Mr. I must confess, I’ve been doing it right So when I close my eyes I can sleep at night And I know, I’ve been sleeping well But there’s a part of me that’s sleeping still And I guess, I been holding in But I’ve grown over with confidence And I don’t, think you’re saying my name right So let me just explain myself. I’ve got a mortgage ion my head A driveway paved with cement A couple bucks in the bank A little gas in the tank I think it’s becoming evident Come on, ladies and gentleman Break out the suit jackets a liquor I think it’s time you call me Mr. And you can catch me on a Saturday morning Feet up, with a cup of joe, newspaper, 610 on the radio Chatting with my wife about kids and taxes Reminding myself to wear jacket (it’s cold outside) And other preservatives Olds not so bad when you consider the alternative And if you’re still not saying my name right Let me better explain myself.. I’ve got a lot of shit ahead I’ve got another body on my bed And I’ll bite off all I can chew for something to come home to I think it’s becoming evident Come on, ladies and gentleman Break out the suit jackets a liquor I think it’s time you call me Mr. I’ve got to get this off my chest I need to keep myself impressed And if that’s enough to make you hate a man Than frankly my dear, I just don’t give a damn. I think it’s becoming evident Come on, ladies and gentleman Break out the suit jackets a liquor I think it’s time you call me Mr.
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My Son The Hurricane's new EP, “Cashing a Dead Man's Cheque" coming out on independent label, Vegas Funeral Records finds the 14 piece band pushing the limits of their sound, a mixture of brass, hip-hop and heavy metal. The album features U.S.S.(Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker) frontman Ash Boo-Schultz and 3 time Juno/Polaris nominated emcee D-Sisive.

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released March 5, 2013

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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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