Pigeon-Hole - And The One They Call Lightning

Tracks

		Track Name	Length
	1	Septic Tank	03:17
	2	Side of the Bed	03:44
	3	All Mine	04:22
	4	Monday Morning	05:48
	5	Cops and the Crazies (Got the Time)	03:05
	6	Pirates	04:37
	7	Triggerman	03:15
	8	Pretty Boy	03:15
	9	War	04:17
	10	Shoulder Blade	04:01
	11	13 Stairs	02:49
	12	Barn Burner	03:20
	13	We're Not Gonna Take It	03:21
	14	Triggerman (Sellout Remix)	02:55

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Isabelle Frame: vocals, guitar, piano choreography
Adam "Heavy" Blinick: bass, piano, fireplace maintenance
Natasha Szubor: vocals, drums, percussion
Wade Merricks: guitar, harmonica, B3 organ, tune curry

Produced by Futcher for FMWD Recordings and Pigeon-Hole
Recorded at Le Studio at Mini-Heights, Montreal
Engineered by Futcher, assisted by George Pelekoudas
Mastered by Mark Wilder at Sony Music Studios, New York, USA

Photography by Stéphane Gauthier
Graphics and layout by JF Bastien
Art direction by Pigeon-Hole

Special Service Medals:
Isabelle thanks: for punching bags and the drill sergeants, SUPERWOMEN, Bad Jess, Miggs, Yo, Natasha, Adam Wade, Richard, Wolfram, Gene Hrobstock, Efron, Matt Mallette, Dillon, David Hill, Axl Rose (you inspire me), and anyone making me feel music in a new and exciting way. All my employees for putting up with me always taking time off. If I’ve forgotten you... sorry.

Adam thanks: Natasha, Wade, Isabelle, JF, Bastien, for spoken word and vocal dexterity. Antoine Gratton: Rhodes, cello, saxophone.

01 - Septic Tank
make it disappear. (haywire). under the septic tank. (cut it out now, cut it). you're welcome to find me. in fact you're likely to find me there back at the office. (handshake). it's business as usual. (cut a deal now cut it). hot gossip and coffee. cigarette break you know you should have quit // chorus: gunmen fire and smile. it's a privilege. we've got good jobs, we're not affected. feed our faces full. all the traffic dead. we're not affected // play like the good boy you are. play like your mother taught you. play like a silent movie. open your mouth but don't scream // chorus // strategy failing, who's in charge here? strategy failing // incinerator (bonfire) douse it in kerosene (shut the firedoor, shut it) it burned to a cinder, a cigarette sun you know you should have lit // chorus.

02 - Side of the Bed
pin down arms and legs, radioactivity. lolinfold, double-blind, sense of transparency. boxes pile up. let's make some enemies. carve a prime cut. could use some clarity // chorus: now she's hogging her own side of the bed. it's purely structural until the function is repaired // construct, re-construct. change the configuration. so what. wake him up. not enough time left sleeping // boxes pile up. let's make some enemies. carve a prime cut. mistaken identity // chorus.

03 - All Mine
pale blue hills, like the shadowed moons, stretch as high as the vacancies. outside your sphere of beauty, there are so many ugly-beautiful things. just when you thought you knew me, turn my page // scattered and subtle from the polished, polished caramel sun. it licks the candy-apple of your eye // chorus: all mine, all mine // branches were basket weaving, weeping willows, black from crying. the territory kept // chorus // circles around and spirals around and saturns around, round my page. (circles, spirals, saturns, circles). all mine. birch and pine and purple. purple loosestrife is thriving, thriving is thriving.

04 - Monday Morning
monday morning, in all its glory, good morning. never thought i'd see you here in monday's best. may as well have let the feeling sift through my chest. may as well have let my knees cave in and give way, under the weight // may as well have seen a ghost what with all these times. i have crashed into reflections, everything comes undone. as you walk past me with the draft of the crowd, who am i to you? // chorus: it was your choice and my tough luck. you name your price, i paid my way. i took you off the hook without you having to hang up, now i get just one look. we'd have been three times round the circle by now, a trinity of vengeances // chorus. everyone from grace must fall.

05 - Cops and the Crazies (Got the Time)
low-income dinner, tv dinner. maxed out credit, broken record, dropout figures, two-way mirrors. night is better but today my failure brings me out to this taxi // chorus: hit the cops and the crazies. hey do you got the time? trip the hands, punch the time card. this day's so fine // pre-school poet, I am present. birthday candles, wax museum. bus stop hero, 211. night is better. but today my failure brings me out to this taxi // chorus // fake your fame. buy yourself and sell your face. all these games we play // low, low-income dinner, tv dinner, night is better. but today my failure brings me out to this taxi // chorus.

06 - Pirates
now that all my flocks have fled, expectations windows ripped out. trusting in the tricks of chance, great balloons just float above our heads // ships into the shallow pool, all your pilates still displease me. twisting the heels to wear // curious crime. none the less a coward // purchase a plot where i could expand. click of the heels one more to dissect. there are no killers in my kitchen. just me. // chorus: is it really hard to do? is it harder on me than it is on you? // first they take you out to lunch, buy you a beer on your birthday, sing you songs of skies untouched, heaviness of stars we never knew // chorus // where did you go and what did you leave us? your tuxedo, strangled diamonds. where did you go, when did you leave us? where did you go?

07 - Triggerman
whiskey shots in medicine cups. this side up, this side up. wine got on your best gown now. what a let down, what a let down. they spun until they lost their crowns. this side up, this side up. my feet never felt so used, get me out of these old shoes // chorus: lightweight, shoulders down, when they called him a triggerman. lightweight // knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead with style. this side up, this side up. brandy on your best gown now. what a let down, what a let down. chug it down chug it down one more. this side up, this side up. i have never felt so cheap. raise my glass and go to sleep // chorus // bridge // chorus.

08 - Pretty Boy
pretty boy, used to be a sex symbol and now he's let it go. now this is sheer determination. used to make quarters slip out of our pockets. we'd line up to pay respect to all the honest men like you // chorus: don't push your luck. don't set yourself up, it's got to stop, 'cause it's not worth it to you // kill the lights, thin the air, and go away that way. way to go. dump truck of memories of them and you // chorus // this line is thicker than them. gonna leave this place i'm in. and it’s back to business again // set our sights on the girls and all the glamour. settle down, sit back fast track is over now for you // chorus // it's not worth it to you, it's not worth it to you.

09 - War
you will get in, top of the class. and all of your books won't teach you how to breathe again. you will slip through the library cracks, and soak in the news. dried rice, pigeon belly's full // chorus: i'll tumble you dry. part of me wants to go to war. curious crime. none the less a coward // purchase a plot where i could expand. click of the heels one more to dissect. there are no killers in my kitchen. just me // chorus: there are no killers in my kitchen. just me.

10 - Shoulder Blade
we dance the line I think we dance the line // if we are magnets of similar poles . then what was yesterday’s danger, is today’s reservation . spitting seeds on the tired ground . and all of the chrysanthemums crow out loud // chorus: shoulder blade is in my hand . and every spade I play turns crooked . still taste you on the silverware // learn the names of all the plastic flowers, fix for a junkie . clumsy butterflies, never asked to conquer, every corner and many would have bargained for this rank, and I would never bargain for this // chorus // compass spinning, can’t open wide for the airplane . just do something // I wished and I wished til I try, til my back was broken, my spine was bent (we dance the line I think we dance the line) . smile and I smile over, whitewash over . hairline fracture, ego like a deadweight (we dance the line I think we dance the line) . and many would have bargained for this // we dance the line I think we dance the line, we dance, the line.

11 - 13 Stairs
my teacup is 2/3 half-empty, my stomach is 1/3 half-full . 2 am I walk down 13 stairs down to the kitchen . I know it’s precarious but I’ve done it before . practiced efficiency makes 13 stairs so hazardous . with my red mug and my black bags I’m a Christmas tree of colours, in October // my teacup is 2/3 half-empty, my stomach is 1/3 half-full . 3 am, 13 stairs later, whatever prompted me to count in the first place? my tea is cold, too much milk, too much awake (too much awake), too much information to contain, in this little brain // 4 am I climb up 13 stairs back to my room . I know everything about muscle, I know everything about lack of sleep . I know everything about muscle, know everything about lack of sleep . practiced efficiency makes 13 stairs so hazardous . with my red mug and my black bags I’m a Christmas tree of colours, in October . in October . 13 stairs // 2 am I walk down 13 stairs down to the kitchen . I know it’s precarious but I’ve done it before . 2 am I walk down 13 stairs down to the kitchen . I know it’s precarious and I’ll do it again.

12 - Barn Burner
I awoke to slip the scene, just a kiss to the ass again . it’s not anything that matters . I awoke to slip the scene, just to pose for the gods again . it’s only them that can see you // chorus: maybe this could be more than expected . and you and I both, well stand corrected . drunk with the night . conducted by the time . letter by letter // I read the script, I could not read . I constructed idols I could not sink . I cannot sink . and to scale all these walls of resistance . allow myself to be fed by them . and to scale all these walls of resistance . allow myself to be taken by them // chorus // I awoke to slip the scene, just to come to my senses again . it’s only them that keep steady // chorus.

All songs, lyrics, and music by Pigeon-Hole.

Gallantry in Action and Meritorious Service Badges:
The Aquarius team - Donald (for going where the big dogs don’t piss), Keith (for believing - you’re our champion), Parkside (for your hard work, calm, and resource under fire), Lenny (for embracing the tortoise), Mark, Matt, and the rest of the DKD family, Gratitude to the fine people at Studio Mini Heights - George Pelekoudas (we recant all lesser points cause you were so DAMN good to us), Nath Lacasse, Don "Dragon" Hachey, Stacey, and all who helped to make it happen. Special thanks to Futcher, for taking us from a 2 to an 8 to a 10 - aloe, aloe, aloe.

Crosses of Valour and Stars of Courage to folks who deserve it on the Montreal scene:
Scott Russell, the Potholes, SuperAntoine, Hejira, Jason Bajada (geekboi), Bear Left, Jimmy, Kobayashi, Parkside Jones, the Wells, Dr. Tom’s Leather, Tara Martin, Ted Strauss, Pamela Lamb, Annabelle Chvostek, Iz Cox, Brighton, Jason Malo, Mike Evin, Stacey May Fowles, Ilana Zarankin, the Cartel, ODC and Phil MC Alice, Andrew Sweeney, TTO, Leetal, Rubberman, Circus, Scott C., Jon Davis, Pod, Mike Stein and all participants in and supporters of the CHOM l’Esprit contest.

...and to our Foreign Troops:
Bob Egan, the Supers, Jacob Two-Two, Andrea Florian, the Wednesdays, Chris Houston, Ferris Wheeler, Rise Ash Oh, Susanna, Kinnie Starr, the Be Good Tanyas, Hawksley and all musicians we’ve had the privilege of opening for. Rock lock out to Bobby Dall, CC Deville, Rikki Rockett, Bret Michaels and cock rockers everywhere.

Distinguished Conduct Awards:
Too Tall & CHOM FM, the gals at CKUT, MIX 96, CBC, campus radio stations across Canada for playing a little too much Pigeon-Hole, all Canadian Indie music websites and e-zines who supported us, Rich Belson and the Chronicle, Jamie at Hour, T’Cha at the Gazette, Mirror, McGill Tribune and Daily, Exclaim, Jen Kalman, Rogers Daytime TV, City TV, Global and anyone in the media who were too thick to mention and a big thanks: Folks at FACTOR, Bill SOCAN, Luc des Hales and Thierry Carrier, Orlé and April at Yellow Door, Blue Door, Maurice at Swimming, Perry and all at Clydes, Doug and the St-Anne’s Office, Dom at Jupiter Room, Matt Wodling, Brent Charbonneau, Duncan Blair, Nancy and Greenland, Rubin Fogel, folks at HOB, Mike at Stomp, Rob Ziffarelli at Paquin, and Mandy for the advanced. All at QAA, Marianopolis, and McGill for your encouragement. Lorraine Albert and her merry band of wackos, Eric Spiro and the Dagwoods family, Jess Stein for “Marmaduke,” John B (greasyhair films), the Lennoxville crew, all at the Kingston Common Ground, Elie and Andrew Swan, Adrien Katz, Sara Neufeld, Rich Belson, Kelly Nestruck, Fannie Turignan and VioletZ, B. Gluckman, Tim Colby, Shawn Fish, Vero, Luc for the studio, and Steve’s The Cuches Tard (for those who don’t know us). Benson Hotel and Neil’s twins, Enlo (virtual production credits), Glenn Fidditch, dgGarth, Fisher Price, Village des Valeurs, Tim Hortons and George’s, caps staples, melini melini melini, and beer because it was the best of times, it was… Most of all, thank you to all the listeners, concert-goers and champions big and small for believing in what we do and for celebrating and sustaining us. Thank you. Rock Hard, Rock Cute.

No Thanks to:
Alexandra for sticking a thumbtack on my chair in grade 3, Brittney for breaking Adam’s heart, Jenni for breaking Adam’s heart, Kristi for… you know what you did, Michelle for eating our pickles at lunchtime, and to that priest for burning down all our stuff.

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