Arkells Drake’s Dad

We were rolling down Beale street

In the Tennessee summer heat

I can’t say it’s the land of free

But I’ll tell ya, the booze runs cheap

And there we met Drake’s dad

Told him we came from Hamilton

He said he knew a Canadian girl

Who had a thing for Americans

And all the girls back home will tell you

Some grown ass men acting like boys

There’s some Peter Pan shit we’re tryna work out

But when Sunday comes around, will you dig us on out?

So we can be in your arms again

Let me be in your arms again

Because I hold you (so high)

Well let me hold you (so tight)

So won’t you hold up (that light)

So I can come home to find you?

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

We took the 40 down to Nashville

We started getting a bit irrational

The place was asking had questions

For a bunch of bachelors

So we stumbled down Broadway

Everybody getting sloppy

We met some girls getting married

But they came here to party

And no one knows how we made it back to the hotel

Adam took off his pants again, yes he did

There’s some Peter Pan shit we’re tryna work out

But when Sunday comes around, will you dig us on out?

So we can be in your arms again

Girl, let me be in your arms again

Because I hold you (so high)

Well let me hold you (so tight)

So won’t you hold up (that light)

So I can come home to find you?

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Bring her on up

B-b-bring her on up

I do my best thinking, thinking in the shower

Sometimes I do my pre-drinking, drinking in the shower

So i think about my neighbors and the politics and labor

Between Karl and Groucho, I couldn’t tell you which I favor

Because I hold you (so high)

Well let me hold you (so tight)

So won’t you hold up (that light)

Why won’t you hold on that line

I’m coming for ya

Because I hold you (so high)

Well let me hold you (so tight)

So won’t you hold up (that light)

So I can come home to find you?

Hold up that light

I’m lost at sea

But I’m coming home

Arkells Deadlines

They’re sitting up in the board room

and you see it like a fly on the wall.

You can hear the man in the suit say

we don’t have time to stall

We got deadlines to meet.

Oh We got deadlines to meet.

‘Cause time equals money and money’s alright

so I’ll be working past nine

and those fucking Europeans who vacation from September

they ain’t in the right mind

We got deadlines to meet.

Oh We got deadlines to meet.

We need a fire

’cause fire fire

is something we love

We need the time to try try

’cause it’s never enough.

We got deadlines to meet.

We got deadlines to meet.

Oh oh

We got deadlines to meet.

We got deadlines to meet.

Arkells Making Due

When I heard, no I wasn’t surprised

Could’ve said it was a long time coming

Now you beg for some, compromise

And you’re offering nothing

And by now, you must understand

Making due with what I’ve been given

Read the past on the palm of my hand

A few chapters, I think that you’re missin’

So I’m wondering

Where can we go now

And I’m wondering

Where can we go now

When I heard no, I wasn’t surprised

Shadows long and the pain gets numbin’

Years ago, you left me behind

And left the place gutted

And lined up, you stand and command

Streets lined with satellite dishes

I, skin my knees and I cut my hands

Got a pulse but there’s a few beats missing

So I’m wondering

Where can we go now

And I’m wondering

Where can we go now

I run from the past but it’s gaining on me

I thought we made a deal, you were crossing your fingers

So I’m wondering

Where can we go now

The rules came from your daddy’s daddy

They were, grandfathered in

You forgot pretty fast, ‘cuz you act like the past didn’t happen

And so you, empty out your pockets

And you said, all the money’s been spent

And you don’t come around, to this part of town till it’s burning

Man, what did you expect?

You made some promises that need to be kept

Now I feel like I’ve been here before

I’m sitting on the bus, now I’m lost and alone

I feel the pain, it’s a highway away

Another city in flames, in flames, in flames

So I’m wondering

Where can we go now

And I’m wondering

Where can we go now

I run from the past but it’s gaining on me

I thought, we made a deal, you were crossing your fingers

So I’m struggling

With this weight that’s been passed down

Arkells Private School

Private school girls, private school boys:

Playing games, expensive toys

Private school girls, private school boys:

Don DeLillo wrote White Noise

I tried so hard to find an in but you weren’t giving me anything

Come on now throw me a line…it’s a sign

Ah, fuck off: don’t say I’d do the same

Getting off without an ounce of shame

And you know, I just want to love you…but it’s so hard

Just want to love you…but it’s so hard

Private school boys, private school girls:

The nicest skin, the nicest curls

Private boys boys, private school girls:

Gimme a chance, gimme a whirl

You walked in, my jaw hit the floor

You act like this is such a chore

Around you I feel like swine:

You’re divine

I want to go to the party!

I want to drink the bacardi!

Who’s bringing the molly?

Let’s get a bit naughty…

I want to go to the party!

I want to drink the bacardi!

Who’s bringing the molly?

Who’s gonna stop me…

Private school kids, life is so simple

Born on third base, thought they hit a triple

Arkells On Paper

I was floating across the dance floor

I was trying to think of something to say

When I went up to your girlfriends and pulled you away

You were so perfectly pretty, I could love every mistake

At the end of the night, I asked you your name

You said “Laura” – I couldn’t ignore it

The name of my old love keeps fucking me up

But on paper, I could write it out for you

On paper, I could draw you a picture

On paper, I could finish any story with any ending you please

And I saw you in a dream in the morning, it’s the only time I can remember

You were sitting at my kitchen table with no make up on

If I flew in through the front door, you were so happy to see it

And you were telling me about everything you saw on tour

And I said “know this: I’ll listen to your records, I’ll keep you in my head”

Shit you’ve probably got a boyfriend…

But on paper, I could write it out for you

On paper, I could draw you a picture

On paper, I could finish any story with any ending you please

I can’t keep up, always playing catch up

Talking to you right now would be too much

Your mom told me I got a letter

Written from you, it’s sitting on the dresser

I can’t keep up, always playing catch up

Talking to you right now would be too much

May 14 I got a letter written from you, it’s sitting on the dresser

On paper, I could write it out for you

On paper, I could draw you a picture

On paper, I could finish any story with any ending you please

But on paper, I could write it out for you

On paper, I could draw you a picture

On paper, I could finish any story with any ending you please

I can’t keep up, always playing catch up

Talking to you right now would be too much

Your mom told me I got a letter

Written from you, it’s sitting on the dresser

I can’t keep up, always playing catch up

Talking to you right now would be too much

May 14 I got a letter written from you, it’s sitting on the dresser

Arkells Systematic

You walked in to the room like it was some kinda movie

These kind of matters aren’t worth disputing

And when the going gets rough, you get a bit sloppy

But it never really mattered, cause you’ll always land softly.

Call it what is it boy: systematic

Call it what it is boy: it’s man made

Call it what it is boy: it’s a racket

Call it what it is

You don’t have the right men beside you

No womanly voice heard for miles around you

You had these lessons passed down through generations

They’ve all gone bad now, they’re spoiled, they’re tainted

It’s tainted!

Call it what is it boy: systematic

Call it what it is boy: it’s man made

Call it what it is boy: it’s a racket

Call it what it is

You’ve got these peasants quivering at your feet

Whispers they wish they could scream

Lover, we’re surrounded, with nowhere to go

Call it what is it boy: systematic

Call it what it is boy: it’s man made

Call it what it is boy: it’s a racket

Call it what it is

Arkells Knocking At The Door

Got the North Star guidin’ me

It’s the fire burning inside of me

No, I don’t need a miracle

I got something far more powerful

And in this collective

I’ve got a brand new perspective

Some news that might break the tension

Can’t walk on water

But I’m walking through an intersection

All aboard, I heard my brother say

All aboard, like it’s some parade

That’s me, I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m thirsty

For more, for more, for more

That’s me, I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m knockin’ at the door

That’s me

Talk about the time you were broken

I regret the hours that were stolen

So how’d you keep going?

I put my shoulder to the wheel

And I just kept rollin’

You can call it religion

Walkin’ into the mystic

When the power’s with people

I don’t get pessimistic

Standin’ shoulder to shoulder

I hold me head high

Standin’ shoulder to shoulder

As we walk across the finish line

All aboard, I heard my sister sing

All aboard, and bring your offerings

That’s me, I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m thirsty

For more, for more, for more

That’s me, I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m knocking at the door

I’m knocking at the door

That’s me

From the ground up

From the people

Turn the sound up

Like we mean it

Rise up, oh rise up

Rise up, oh rise up

Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up

That’s me, I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m thirsty

For more, for more, for more

That’s me, I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m thirsty

For more, for more, for more

That’s me, I’m knockin’ at the door

I’m knocking at the door

I’m knocking at the door

That’s me

Arkells Book Club

I was heading to the bus stop, Matty,

You were reading in your room,

Holed up all day.

You picked me up in a brand new Audi

And said, “She bought it for herself on Mother’s Day.”

Then we hum along

To some familiar tune.

“I like women and songs,”

You said, “It’s from volume two”.

Then you give me one,

Another you just finished.

You’re my library,

Always open for business.

But you never show it;

You’re just sitting with it.

But I know the score,

And you’re killin’ it.

Line after line,

When you’re taking it in.

Time after time,

When you try to fit in to some white shoes

Or a blue collar.

So we listened to your choice for the first ten seconds.

I turned the dial

And it turned your expression.

I said, “Now, haven’t you learned your last lesson?”

I try to understand;

I just don’t get it.

Then we hum along

All from memory,

“I like women and songs,”

You said, “It’s from volume three”.

Take me to the bus stop, Matty,

Drive me back to Hamilton.

You talk about your step-dad funny.

You sound just like your father’s son.

In ’98 he liberated

Every Latin rhythm.

He never used to play it

‘Cause she could never stand to listen.

Arkells Come To Light

For a second there I felt peace and calm

The underpass would keep us from harm

And the wipers moved like some waving arms

We were flashing headlights at coming cars

But up in the distance, even in the dead of night

If we could make it to the morning, we can get things right

It’s been a tough go lately, I hate choosing sides

What we do in the darkness, will come to light

In times of fear, you shelter me

And you hold me close, so tenderly

Now with my headphones on, as I fall asleep

You’re my barricade from intruding dreams

But up in the distance, even in the dead of night

If we could make it to the morning, we can get things right

It’s been a tough go lately, I hate choosing sides

What we do in the darkness, will come to light

Silence fell, when I picked up

Those words hit me hard, like a one two punch

So I went home to face the storm

And the thought of you keeps me warm

But up in the distance, even in the dead of night

If we could make it to the morning, we can get things right

It’s been a tough go lately, I hate choosing sides

What we do in the darkness comes to light

When everything went wrong, you’re keeping my head on

And in time, the things that hurt today will begin to fade away

Arkells 11:11

You were all done up, but it wasn’t for me

You were up at the front, t-tapping your feet

I was back at the bar; you had your eyes on the stage

You had an “x” on your hand to tell em’ your age

I didn’t put my money on it, but I was hoping that you would be here

If I was something that you ever wanted, I’m all ears, I’m all ears

You made a wish at 11: 11

I held your hips at 12: 34

There was a kiss just waiting to happen

A cab was calling outside the door

Oooooohhhhhh

I knew from the beginning

It was you from the beginning

Excuses disguised all the ones before

I’d be convincing myself they could be something more

I said “If you go home and get on the phone

And tell your girlfriends about me

I’ll go home and sleep on my own

And dream of a girl named Lonnie”

I couldn’t hold a candle to you, but you were glowing in the dark

I was nervous just standing with you, you were glowing in the dark

You made a wish at 11: 11

I held your hips at 12: 34

There was a kiss just waiting to happen

A cab was calling outside the door

Oooooohhhhhh

I knew from the beginning

It was you from the beginning

And you weren’t even trying

Your dirty blonde hair had me going wild

You were a little bit shy then

There’s no denying something so true

You made a wish at 11: 11

I held your hips at 12: 34

There was a kiss just waiting to happen

A cab was calling outside the door

Oooooohhhhhh

I knew from the beginning

It was you from the beginning