Post America

by Kurtis Kanttila

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1.
Mr. Steak for when you make a mistake and have to barbecue Your family She sent him our for napkin rings Who even knows those kinda things He bought the wrong ones, but his wife said it was fine But Mr. Steak can't make mistakes so he barbecued his wife The neighbhours came for a BBQ so he had to take their lives In the kerfuffle, knocked over the grill Now the police, fire and news spill All the exposure, just more for the dying Mr. Steak must cover up his mistakes now that word of mouth is flying From Town to County, City to Valley, everyone is frying The number of victims is starting to gain Does he need charcoal or propane He's adding some spices, and a hint of lime Mr. Steak! Why did you have to kill your family? Mr. Steak! You didn't have to but you did n Mr. Steak has barbecued all of America Like a Dad he sighs Planning out his world tour and Ontario, it's time! Mr. Steak had to kill but his barbecue could no longer grill So he sets his sights on the sun, now his job is done Mr. Steak for when you make a mistake and have to murder our planet Mr. Steak for when you make a mistake and have to murder our planet
2.
I thought the world moved at my pace I thought I had more time to waste But as it's clear I've stuck here in this place I thought someone would wait for me I thought I'd overcome insecurity Now I find I'd cemented my mind on what to be I don't know love, I don't know love I don't know love, and I don't think that I ever will I thought it'd always be the same I thought nothing of stupid games So it seems truth in my dreams can't lie It's not that I'm unlovable Just we seem too destructible Pain and heartbreak for one's sake, that's not cool I don't know love, I don't know love I don't know love, and I don't think that I ever will Pain I just don't, ever want to feel Change I just don't, ever seem to want to make
3.
The sun is out and I'm shining I need no doubt this time My ideal self is thriving Until I go home and forget You need to work for the good times They just don't come to you Everyday you lose the shine and fall in pity with nothing to do Power and light is here tonight For so long, outta my sight Power and light is here tonight For so long it's a ugh! You never forget your good times The rain that beats you down Tells you life never will shine Again like it did so long ago Hurts to learn reality Comes at you like - I'm sure someday eventually You can live like you did that time oh ho Power and light is here tonight For so long outta my sight Power and light is here tonight For too long outta my sight
4.
Country Club 02:30
One lone spec in a city of lights Disguised by her toque and fear Fixes her bangs long as the night To hide her shifity eyes that peer At people living bold and brass The bonds of life are undone for now Watch us run to something unclear Here today but I don't know how To enjoy this moment as it disappears Tonight it's the Kusokawa Party Alright Looking for segments to replay In her head she thinks up some They haven't happened yet but one day She'll be able to reflect on what's been done The fireworks you can never miss The country club is forever The country club can never die
5.
They say Columbus discovered the coffee shop, I know this is a lie At Dunkin's I'd sunked Canadian pride, and slurped Yank brew inside The lid was shocking and my face was barfing, Tim I'd let you down This eagle fuel couldn't fly high enough to rule, anything higher than a frown America runs on lies, only good at burgers and fries America can't beat Tims, Dunkin's can roll up the rim Nebraska Furniture Mart really blew my mind, with the Desert Eagle from Cabela's Home for so long maybe my view was wrong, but Dunkin's said I was right all along Joe's BBQ was fine as a KC girl's shine, Tim I'd let you down But this coffee cup just ain't the stuff, I knew we're still the best around America runs on lies, only good at burgers and fries America can't beat Tims, Dunkin's can roll up the rim America runs on lies, only good at steak and fries America can't beat Tims, Dunkin's can roll up the rim You can do things better than us, but I'll throw you under the bus You're full of snot and puss, if you think there's a prog band better than Rush
6.
Soap smells like Eisenflowers Clock tells the Eisenhour Feel the Eisenpower Soaked in the Eisenshower Plans are nothing, planning is everything Stand like an Eisentower Reject with an Eisenscour Eisen can never cower In this finest houe On my desk, I leave you the rest My vacation in Aruba, your distress in Cuba On my desk, I'll leave you the rest Eisenhower's theorem Eisenhower's wisdom Makes you the serum To turn you fearsome Plans are nothing, planning is everything My vacation in Aruba, your distress in Cuba (Ah, ha, ah ah) Eisenhower's theorem (Ah, ha, ah ah) Eisenhower wisdom (Ah, ha, ah ah) Makes you the serum (Ah, ha, ah ah) To turn you fearsome
7.
Rolling down the highway with the force of a thousand guns Chiyomi like Mussolini got her spagetthi on the run Down on the Missouri side a station wagon roams One table left at IHOP for a single party alone Not even American, but that's the plan for her The cultural experience this tourist prefers I need my pancakes, get out of my way I'll make your back ache, in the International House Of Pain Throw this girl in Leavenworth, she's caused quite a scene Tipping cows not waiters and drinking like a fiend The Midwest station wagon will shut this coward down But never doubt a woppino who's hungry with a frown At IHOP I was offended, at the Swedish crepes They're actually Finnish pancakes that my Grandma makes and now I'm mad, I was telling a story But this is gory, in the International House Of *fuh* I need my pancakes, get out of my way I'll make your back ache, the House Of Pain!
8.
I've seen a tree, before And I've seen the clouds I've seen a lake, before Superior and proud I've taken for granted, things that Appear everyday I've never noticed, things that Paint my way Our cities dreams die, it's just A feeling we share Our flag flies sweeping, it's just Looking for a care Now I watch it waving, and I Know where we stand If my spirits where that high, and I Could do all I planned It would be impossible To feel so grey again In a landscape new With everything to do I feel confused, still About where I am I know of origins, from The old bloodlands But this is today, now So here I stand I can do anything, I just Need to make a plan
9.
I 4 35 Exit 17, Missouri From a high fly Toronto plane, with no worry I drive my own personal highway, to a land I bought out right But here in the KC county, something ruins my sight It's real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished Endless corn grows to the left, and mighty farms are on our right On the Northwest Barry road, these are the first sights Tires blown and litter thrown, all over the ground Rotting away Midwest decay, Truman starts to frown At real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished Out on a Kansas road, saw the words Yang Ming On a truck of unknown origin, that was littering Could that be a Danish name, Lativan, Croatian or from Spain Giving the Swedes benefit of the doubt, but really this is all about Garbage! 2 Litres full of Apple juice, flying on the highway excused From the truck titled Yang Ming, can't assume it's an Asian thing You never know with folks these days, crazy for something to slay They should focus on real issues, that require more tissues Like real American garbage, spilling on the ground like porridge Real American garbage, my landscape is tarnished There's real American garbage, turning the land to a carcass Real American garbage, the highway's not your storage
10.
The lights of, youth flash, when you feel you're Losing, it all too fast, dull days roll past that Leave you, wondering what, life is to be for a Soul that, crawls on, feels like a no meaning bore I'd love to, feel it again, a passion and need to be Something, greater than this, finding my thing to do My purpose, is my own, the yellow lines that Vanish, in the mist, when I live without dreams Last chance heroes, gathered about Last chance heroes, endless doubt These years, that fall to fast, make me wonder if I'm enjoying this while it lasts, through every blunder I've Made this, self for me, to follow endlessly and I, live my life, vicarelessly
11.
Canadians want to be known, in every foreign country we roam Have you heard about Vimy Ridge, please atleast give me a smidge I'll tell you, I'm not that polite, so take off, into the night Give me Tims, give me Zellers, I'm a rotten basement dweller Build me a monument, purely because I exist and if you do resist, Limelight shines through the mist Give me, give me give me, give me give me, anything Give me, give me give me, give me give me, anything I'm looking for my representation For the world's best campy nation In Kansas, Missouri or Minnesota I always look for Canada If I was an Irish man, I'd spawn Guiness on demand and if I was English, the sun would never set on my fist Hey what a silly lad, pretending to be so mad Oh you hose head, hope you enjoyed this time you had Now I'm back in Canada Just like anyone else well duh Kansas City is really neat Ya, it is
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Post America 01:21

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14th album by One Man Band Kanttila

All songs written & performed by Kanttila with great inspiration from Simon, Matt & Brian

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released July 25, 2018

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