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Brightcide

by Wasaga

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1.
Cicada Choir 04:57
All right Uh come on I remember fireworks lighting our universe Splodin’ by the St. Lawrence Bay Rockers and their jailbaits, coolers and tailgates Gathered on a Canada Day Angie was a wild one, brazen and winsome Lemonade and chewing gum Dealing out that lovin’ in spades With high numbers laid And we swayed to the blissful strains of a cicada choir I remember those long warm summer nights We popped the top and let the lovin’ flow It's just those long warm summer nights Oh, I miss ‘em so Dancing on the beach and getting a sweet tan Nursing them burns in the PM You don’t need a jacket when what’s the difference in Day and night, week and weekend We can kiss and hold hands ‘neath the band stand Country roads and trans ams got damp And with great desire You laid one on me to the strains of a cicada choir I remember those long warm summer nights We rigged our hearts dead-set to explode It's just those long warm summer nights Oh, I miss ‘em so Oh, I miss those long warm summer nights With our hearts afire It’s just those long warm summer nights We got down to the sound of the great cicada choir And we swayed to the blissful strains of a cicada choir Long warm summer nights There was love in the air Long warm summer nights It’ll slip through your fingers if you don’t take care So we hold on to each other Ooh ooh so tight So tight And the strains of the cicada feel so right And the feeling inside, it gets you so high Long warm summer nights We rocked and we swayed ooh ooh to that sweet serenade Long warm summer nights And they all sang along to the tune of a thousand strong Long warm summer nights Oh, those histrionic strains Long warm summer nights And with our hearts afire We all got laid to that sweet serenade All hail the great cicada
2.
Giv'em Hell 03:57
Aw yeah hahahaha Get up ya feet and ball Rhythm-reelin’ with the alcohol You haven’t got far to fall if you lose control Whatcha got left to lose that ain’t dropped on slots and booze And now you got no excuse not to rock and roll Well you’re losing your sight, and your pants are too tight, and you’re tired, And you’re old, and it’s cold, and it’s late But oh well Giv’em hell And with all of your might giv’em hell Don’t choke, go for broke, and cast a Falkland magical spell Giv’em hell With every bone in ya bod giv’em hell You do what you do what you do and you do it so well Ah wella-womp-babalu-bam-boom We’re bringing the devil to you The liquor pulls you through and then Just watch that peacock go Struttin’ and cuttin’ to show You still got a little ink in the fountain pen Well the timing ain’t great and your bones all ache and you’re tired and you’re old and it’s cold and it’s late But oh well Giv’em hell With the fire inside giv’em hell If she goes tits-up you’ve always got a story to tell Giv’em hell With every bone in ya bod giv’em hell You do what you do what you do, and you do it so well Haha yeah Oh so well So very well Don’t even give it another thought Woo you got to strike while the iron is hot You gotta giv’em hell Aw louder harder faster than a-ringin’ a bell Go big or go home Well your wife’s on your back and she won't give you slack And you’re tired and you’re old and it’s cold and it’s late But oh well Giv'em hell Now is the time giv’em hell You gotta strike while the iron is hot you gotta stand and sell Give em hell With every bone in ya bod giv’em hell You do what you do what you do and you do it so well haha Well you’re losing your sight and your pants are too tight but oh well You do what you do what you do and you do it so well Well the timing ain’t great and your bones all ache… Shut up it’s your turn giv’em hell til they burn Don’t even give it some thought Strike while the iron is hot Go big or go home
3.
Ooh ooh woo woo yeah Go by the name of a Skeeter O. Neil You don’t know me from Joe but I’m a pretty big deal You could say that I’m the real If you ask with some class for a rip of the flask Got a stash of the splash in my hip pocket’s grasp It’ll make you rock make you reel You don’t know my voice you ain’t heard my song You got your big city blinders on yeah Really big deal oh yeah. Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal Not to be trifled with spooked or riled One false move and you’ll be out on the tiles Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal Hashing it out kickin’ dust through the Junction Tryin’ to find out what my major malfunction is And there’s no service at the Hole Demolition Man at the Music Hall Tactile tappin’ on a silver ball yeh Makes me feel in control You don’t know my voice you ain’t heard my song You got your big city blinders on, yeah Really big deal, oh yeah. Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal The loudest damn pipes that you ever did witness The leather-lunged lad and I’ll show you the business Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal Real. Deal. Real. Big. Deal. Aw come on Aw yeah hahaha You don’t know my voice and you ain’t heard my song You got your big city blinders on A really big deal oh yeah Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal Come a little closer I don’t mean you much harm It’s a little bit bigger than a baby’s arm Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal Real big deal oh yeah Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal Real. Big. A really big deal With the feel A-here comes the deal Ah yeah
4.
Die 2Nite 03:49
You tumble into the place You look around for my face I can tell by that worried look Something’s afoot Now take look deep deep deep in my eyes Do I give you the impression that I would lie Relax baby stay by my side You ain’t gunna die tonight I tell you stay away from strangers Am I screaming in an echo chamber They won’t catch you, you won’t get caught Not on my watch Take a look deep deep deep in your soul You really think I’d send you back into the cold Bite your lip baby don’t be bold I’ll invoke the ghost of Ed Koch Cuz tonight is our night Don’t let the bastards grind you down Just dance them blues away Cuz tonight is our night And it’s fight or flight Don’t you cry, you’re gunna die But you ain’t gunna die tonight Not on my watch I’m putting out an APB From the Catskills to downtown NYC If you see the Turnbull AC’s You let Daddy know Now take a look deep deep deep in my eyes I know the funky difference ‘tween truth and lies Start talkin’ or reach for the skies If there’s anything I should know Cuz tonight is our night Don’t let the bastards grind you down Just dance them blues away Cuz tonight is our night And it’s fight or flight Don’t you cry you’re gunna die But you ain’t gunna die tonight You won’t get caught You’re much too hot Not on my watch ooh Tonight is our night Don’t let the bastards grind you down Just dance them blues away Cuz tonight is our night And it’s fight or flight Don’t you cry just wipe the tears from your eyes Tonight is our night Don’t let the bastards grind you down Just dance them blues away Cuz tonight is our night And it’s fight or flight Don’t you cry you’re gunna die yeah But you ain’t gunna die tonight no no no oh tonight waw tonight You ain’t gunna die tonight No no yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ee yeah
5.
Woo woo yeh Oh yeah And you always got time to burn yeah that’s right And you make my chemistry churn yeah Ah You got no shame you bring a curious pain I can’t explain no That’s why we keep you around And in the end it all comes down to you You got that thing, that x factor You put the x in the sex much faster You’re a dynamo In the sack you the master You got m-m-m-moves And that’s the x factor in you Aw, that’s what I’m talkin’ about every day Oh I’m a man and I cannot lie Dat ass a apple in it’s daddy’s eye You’re like a quiet thunder rumbling through my soul Woo a slow lightning fighting into my very core, yeah Don’t want a piece of you I want it all You got that thing that x factor Built like a dam can’t get much past ya You’re a dynamo In the sack you’re the master You got m-m-m-moves And that’s the x factor in you Aw that’s what I’m talkin about every day with my friends In you, aw you, in you, yeh Oh yeah Like a star you’re brilliant one in a million two You got that thing, that x factor You put the x in the sex much faster You’re a dynamo In the sack you the master You got that uh uh uh ow that x factor That red hot stock that’s so sought after You’re a dynamo In the sack you the master You got m-m-m-moves And that’s the x factor Can’t get much past ya You’re so so sought after That’s the x factor in you oh
6.
We Have Ways 04:33
Achtung Diebe! Now your mine behind enemy lines And you’re resistant to my evil designs Like a tombstone stands defiant in time Petrified, your arms are crossed just like the body inside You don’t know you don’t care Sweatin’ under the spotlight’s glare You won’t spill you can’t talk But we have ways of making you rock Of making you rock How ‘bout a little splash of truth serum? Nothing sparks a party like electric shock So sit down strap-in and chew on the block yeah You’ll come around to it I give you my word Sonic co-ersion makes you sing like a bird Dead quiet ‘stead of raising some hell Roll a twelve you thrashionistas should get over yourselves You don’t sing but you should There’s no feeling like feeling good You can’t fake you can’t balk But we have ways of making you rock Non-stop Let me show you my diabolical device You’ll have a blast whether you like it or not Before you know it you’ll be movin’ Rockin’ out on the spot yeah We have ways of making you rock We have ways of rockin’ out on the spot We have ways of making you rock I’m talking we’ve got evil ways for days We have ways of making you rock Come chase the wild white buffalo Follow it into the great unknown Eye to eye if you should meet Do you know would you slay the beast Or let it go? Do you know? Achtung diebe! We have ways of making you rock Oh, yeah We have ways of making you rock So many ways We have ways of making you rock Non-stop We have ways of making you rock Aw, oh yeah We have ways woo-woo of making you rock We have ways ah ah ah non-stop
7.
There you are, honey Shy girl wanna dance the floor Show what you got and a little more Yeah you Little honey wanna move your hips Wink at the cute boys and perse your lips Well this all I have to say about that If it feels good do it If it feels good do it There ain’t no harm in settin’ off some alarms baybay now If it feels good do it tonight alright Proud mama won’t take the chance Make the first move and ask me to dance I wanna dance with you baby, c’mon Ain’t gunna happen ‘less you take a stand I’m a little busy up here with this mic in my hands You better make yourself seen If it feels good do it If it feels good do it This restaurant is cookin’ just what you want dig in now If it feels good do it tonight ah yeah Ow ow If it feels good do it If it feels good do it What you desire just make it transpire come on now If it feels good do it tonight C’mere babe put your hands on me It’s just lust it happens naturally It’s all natural baby Your momma ain’t here to call you a whore I play for keeps what is you waiting for? As you wish whatever you desire As you wish whatever you desire As you wish whatever you desire As you wish whatever you desire If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it If it feels good do it
8.
Countach! 03:06
She’s my whip and I love her Fast as a mother Tight around the corners That ain’t wrong She’s my whip and I date her Accelerator I’m the one who drives her Proud and strong all night long Woah she comes alive With a flick of the wrist and some pressure below The needle starts to climb Woah when I’m inside Cross my heart hope to crash Bit of a bomb but she’s my Lambo Countach! Eat my dust She’s my whip and she fast Nitro blast Gets all revved up when i pop her clutch Jump into a higher gear She’s my whip and I need her She does right by Skeeter Horns up hammer down Sing that song on and on Woah she starts to smoke Got a few kliks but she’s sure as shift No broke down bucket of bolts Woah she’s all mine Lets get to it way she goes Built like a Buick but she’s my Lambo And when I call she comes too fast Woah white-knuckle love Goes top speed at the drop of a dime It’s what I’m dreaming of Woah buckle up Here’s the skinny she’s in fash She ain’t no ‘ghini but she’s my Lambo Countach! And I’m a I’m a Too fast. Eat my dust My, Countach! I’m coming I’m coming Too fast. Eat my dust
9.
High Times 04:21
Did the wind change direction on us Will we drift until the dawn There’s a whole wide world to verge upon That’s right Well you promised me That the veil would fall proving once and for last It’s all fine and innocent You don’t need to hide what’s been burning inside Forever, yeah Cuz these are high times Yeah the high times are coming on strong These are high times that we’re living in If this town’s gunna burn me out Well it’s this jungle or the next What’s this nature boy to do Well I guess I win And I’m on my way to claim my prize There’s cause for celebration because The world must see and let you and me be Together yeah Cuz these are high times Yeah the high times are coming on strong These are high times that we’re living in And I’m so damn happy That the high times Oh the high times are here for us to burn So happy high times are here again Crashing in like waves of reason Cashing in on promises of yesterseason And summer is coming baby now Oh summertime nears Seems right things are looking brighter and there’s More light earlier than later because Summer is coming Summer is coming baby Whatcha gunna do now that summer is finally here Ha Cuz these are high times Yeah the high times are coming on strong These are high times that we’re living in And I’m so damn happy That the high times Yeah High Times are alive and they’re here again High Times gettin’ high high high yeah High times that we’re living in Whatcha gunna do, baby Now that summer is finally here, yeah
10.
I’d choose you But how many pieces have I got left to lose You would do Twice as good with half as much Twice the grab with half the touch You’re playing it cool The road is long with many twists and turns You’re gunna learn It’s too soon You’ve got some living to do Don’t wanna bother you But I’m loving you I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd Just swingin’ the ledd with you I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd Just swingin’ the ledd You’re an old soul But your body young and soft and often unadorned You’re young and bold Sending French postcards to the whole world Silly girl It’s down to youth You miss the wave and fail to breach When you overreach Though I need you through and through There ain’t nothing to see Just leave me be Basking in my heliolatry I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd Just swingin’ the ledd with you I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd Just swingin’ the ledd with you I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd I ain’t just pullin’ yer chain Laid back just soakin’ it up In the sunshine of your love I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd I ain’t got time for no games Layin’ back just soakin’ you in And feeling no pain I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd Just swingin’ the ledd with you I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd Just swingin’ the ledd with you I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd I ain’t just pullin’ yer chain Laid back just soakin’ you up In the sunshine of your love I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd I ain’t got time for no games Layin’ back just soakin’ you in And feeling no pain But how many pieces have I got left to lose You old soul Ooh but your body Your body oh

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Wasaga is:
Skeeter O. Neil - Vocals
Tom Tom Brouard - Drums
Smitty AF - Guitars

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released July 1, 2022

Produced by Ryan O. Neil
Engineered & Mixed by John Dinsmore
Mastering by Matt Eff

Additional Musicians:
D.D. Murley - Bass, Guitars
Jimmy Corvette & Fatty Clydesdale - Backing Vocals
James Currie - Songwriting and Inspiration

all songs written by Wasaga
℗ & c 2022 Torso Killer Sounds (SOCAN)(ASCAP) All Rights Reserved
For licensing and booking inquiries: wasagaband@gmail.com

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