Arkells Kiss Cam

This campfire won’t last forever…

The Hip have only wrote so many songs.

And we can sort of harmonize together –

You hold my hand, as you try to hold on.

We can’t stay up north for the summer –

Head back to the city and find a job.

I know my family loves you like their daughter

But I know you feel like I strung you along

At a time you were kissing me,

The camera found chemistry; cheering for us in cheap seats.

Driving home I can see you stare at me differently.

We’re stuck in the nosebleeds baby.

True love never needed luxury.

Our love never needed any pretty scenery.

We embraced the summer heat,

And those walks that took forever through suburban streets.

At a time you were kissing me,

The camera found chemistry; cheering for us in cheap seats.

Driving home I can see you stare at me differently.

We’re stuck in the nosebleeds baby.

(True love)

Oh! If you want to leave me, baby

True love is always complicated.

Your friends never liked me much at all.

There’d be times that I’d come home almost crying,

But she never knew it was always my fault.

At a time you were kissing me,

The camera found chemistry; cheering for us in cheap seats.

Driving home I can see you stare at me differently.

We’re stuck in the nosebleeds baby.

Arkells Savannah

Before we ever had any hard decisions

Before we ever had any rule of law

Savannah would laugh at me in her room at her parents’ house

And time how fast it’d take to take off her bra

And she was named after, she was named after her dad’s favourite city

I was named after, I was named after the fact, oh yeah

Savannah, tell me what you had in mind

Savannah, this wait is only multiplying

Before we ever had any hard decisions

Before she pulled me from my seat at the bar

Savannah would ramble on about ancient traditions

She said, “I don’t need no minister to give you my heart.”

But her sisters kept saying these games that he’s playing, you’ll always be waiting

She called me a gentleman

And she’s once, twice, three times a lady

Savannah, tell me what you had in mind

Savannah, this wait is only multiplying

Baby you can’t lift us, at least you’re trying

I’ll keep running and you’ll keep fighting

Savannah, tell me what you had in mind

My phone rings and I see you’re calling

It’s a picture of you on a day you were smiling

You always think that it’s time that I’m buying

You think all I am is a man undecided

So I leave the bar and it’s freezing cold

You say, “You always go out and I’m always alone.

And this song and dance. It gets pretty old.

The love of my life talk is what I’ve been sold.”

I know I let you down a million times, I let you down a million times

But don’t it feel like we’re just scraping by, feels like we’re just scraping by

I know I let you down a million times, I know I let you down a million times

But don’t it feel like we’re just scraping by, feels like we’re just scraping by

Savannah, tell me what you had in mind

Savannah, this wait is only multiplying

Savannah

Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Savannah

Oh

Arkells Pullin’ Punches

And no you don’t hold grudges

Against those who hold that love

You know his renegade escapade

Can all be traced where he come from

There were times when he went missing

But you could always find his heart

When you head back to Kingston

You can find him on your old block

Do you strike those years from the record

Or do you take them face to face

I know you’re one to pull no punches honey

And I love you that way

And the phone rings in the morning

You keep picking up half asleep

At times he’ll call beaming

At times he’ll call you in defeat

Do you strike those years from the record

Do you take them face to face

I know you’re one to pull no punches honey

And I know you’ll never change

And when you’re pulling into town

You pass the places that you lived and as a kid you moved around

But if you don’t mind, but if you don’t mind, now

My darling there’s no reason to forget

So cancel plans for the weekend

You’ll be taking that Greyhound home

This ain’t much for timing

We can’t be scared of picking up the phone

Do you strike those years from the record

Do you take them face to face

I know you’re one to pull no punches honey

And I love you that way

Arkells Fake Money

Oh you’re just a boy, a little banker boy

Everything’s a game, and everyone’s your toy

While everyone was sleeping, dreaming dumb-ass dreams

You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me

You’re preying on the weak, and those who don’t believe

Oh it’s just a game, a silly little game

Everyone’s a fool so you don’t take any blame

With entitled narcissism, you speak courageously

You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me

You’re preying on the weak and those who don’t believe

Oh, it’s nothing but fake money. Yeah, it’s nothing but fake money

We’re just a bunch of fools, stupid little fools

In a condensing voice you explain us the rules

So share with us your wisdom, about how it’s going to be

You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me

You’re preying on the weak, and those who don’t believe

Oh you’re just a boy, a brazen little boy

When everything’s a battle, there’s tactics to deploy

Standing while you’re sleeping, you’re always on your feet

Winning’s in your religion, the alters where you preach

You’re praying to gods who are meaningless to me

You’re preying on the weak, and those who don’t believe

Remember it’s nothing but fake money

Yah, it’s nothing but fake money

And you’re some cowboy at High Noon

You’re playing a board game up in a board room

Remember it’s nothing but fake money

Yah, it’s nothing but fake money

And you’re some cowboy at High Noon

You’re playing a board game up in a board room

Arkells Coffee

No no really, this one’s on me

I’ll let you get the next time

We go out for coffee

‘Cause I wanna know

All about your history

Open my eyes

We can solve this mystery

Cause I’ve got all the clues

And I can’t piece it together

Now I’m talking to you

So can ya clear up the record

Do you hear him?

Do you feel him?

Do you see him?

Do you see him when you’re dreaming?

Does he hit you?

Does he hold you?

Does he listen?

Or cut you off when you’re speaking?

‘Cause I-I-I-I-I wanna know the reason

You’re telling everyone he is your best friend

And you’re handing out flyers

Flyers on the weekends

You’re making up your mind

You say everything is blinded by history

So you stay at home writing

Unauthorized biographies

I get so confused

When you can’t keep it together

Now I’m talking to you

So can you clear up the record?

Do you hear him?

Do you feel him?

Do you see him?

Do you see him when you’re dreaming?

Does he hit you?

Does he hold you?

Does he listen?

Or cut you off when you’re speaking?

‘Cause I-I-I-I-I wanna know the reason

I-I-I-I-I wanna know the reason

I-I-I-I-I wanna know the reason

Do you hear him?

Do you feel him?

Do you see him?

Do you see him when you’re dreaming?

Does he hit you?

Does he hold you?

Does he listen?

Or cut you off when you’re speaking?

I wanna hear what you say

But you keep walking away

Everytime I say hey!

Do you hear him?

Do you feel him?

Do you see him?

Do you see him when you’re dreaming?

I-I-I-I-I wanna know the reason

I-I-I-I-I wanna know the reason

Arkells People’s Champ

You’ve got no vision for the long run

You’ve got no sense of history

You’ve got the world at your fingertips

And now you have it crumblin’

But if you look back far enough

And find the place you started

Before you held a grudge

Or the highest office

You do nothing every year

But you’re showin’ up on the red carpet…

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

And it ain’t you

I said “Give it to me straight!”

(Things are crooked)

I said “Who’s sticking around?”

(For all the heavy lifting?)

You ain’t no Robin Hood (No)

Never been in this neighbourhood (No)

Thought you said this would be easy

But I can smell it on ya

You’re some aristocrat

I said “It takes a village”

And you can’t handle that

Well I already know

How the history books will react

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

And it ain’t you

All my girls say

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

All my dudes go

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

Now here’s the official statement:

We’re street fighting on the pavement

I’m going dancing like I’m raving

There’s no service in the basement

Now I don’t mean to sound impatient

But I’ve seen the flag you’re waving

And I can see through all this fake shit

This highest office’s sitting vacant

But if you look back far enough

And find the place you started

I promise you no charlatan

Has ever died a martyr

You do nothing every year

But showing up on the red carpet

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

(O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

(O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

(O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh)

I’m looking for the people’s champ

(I’m looking for the people’s champ)

(O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh)

And it ain’t you

Arkells Crawling Through The Window

We ran into each other from different directions

You asked what it was like; I said “it’s not worth the mention”

I wasn’t lying

I was just tired

You said “come join if you don’t mind complaining”

I promised that I wouldn’t steal all the blankets

I never minded your drunken crying

Call me on your way home

You swear “she was a knock out”

Crawling through the window

Every time we’re locked out

We bunkered down in this shitty apartment

Utilities included is all that we wanted

There were carpets in the bathroom

What the fuck’s a vacuum?

Call me on your way home

You swear “she was a knock out”

Crawling through the window

Every time we’re locked out

There’s Gatorade in the fridge in the morning

There’s lemonade at the store for the afternoon

First aid was the place where you found me

Thanks for coming to the rescue

Neither of us had any money

All we were looking for was a little bit of company

You were the singer, I was the drummer

Marching downtown, falling down in the summer

Call me on your way home

You swear “she was a knock out”

Crawling through the window

Every time we’re locked out

You and me, stumbling through the parking lots, you and me

I can see all the things that I forgot

All these things that I forgot

We’re standing right in front of me

Arkells Agent Zero

I used to find a little peace in the lay up line

When I start sweating I start to unwind

I used to find a little peace under the bright lights

When I start sweating I start to unwind

A lady came to me in 1985

We got in the car and started to drive

We headed West but over town behind

Dad was looking for the Hollywood sign

There was a time when I could only impress you

You can tell by now that I’m only guessing

They kept asking me to describe

The logic that was running through my mind

All he had for sale through hard times

But we’ll run on this one, has to decline

There was a time when I could only impress you

You can tell by now that I’m only guessing

If you say that the clocks run down

And the red lights glowing

If your mind’s made up

Then I’ll get going

So turn all the lights down low [repeat]

Arkells No Champagne Socialist

Let the record show

It’s 1964, in the city of New York

And take the train to Queens

And meet a Jewish family

He’s the youngest one of three

And his brothers have left home

And he’s on the same road

Just credits shy of a diploma

But he wants to represent

The struggling with rent

But he can’t live on both sides of the fence

So he continues to insist that he’s no champagne socialist

And he’s not coming back

After studying the facts

He knows of all the problems of the past

But he’s quick to concede

That in order to proceed

We can’t just keep on preaching what we need

To become a working man

Is to live and work with them

And this is something you can’t pretend

So he continues to insist that he’s no champagne socialist

(That he’s no champagne socialist)

(He’s no champagne socialist)

Arkells I’m Not The Sun

Slipped through the front door without a key

It’s always unlocked when you’re waiting for me

And I have to wait ’til your roommates were sleeping

They give you a hard time that I was over

Your eyes light up, always the same

Just like I was taking you on a first date

But you have no reason for feeling this way

So don’t let me be your guiding light

‘Cause that was never my power

I’m not the sun, there’s no guarantee

I burn out hard like a spark

So don’t let me be your guiding light

‘Cause I’ll keep you lost in the dark

I’m not the sun, there’s no guarantee

Cuz I burn out hard like a spark

Yeah, I burn out hard like a spark.