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An Introduction Guide to Festive Culture

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released December 9, 2014

Paul-Raphaël Charron | Vocals
Antoine Guay | Guitars
Olivier Amyot-Ladouceur | Bass
Sacha Lauzier-Bonnette | Drums and Percussion

Special thanks to :

Olivier Albert | Trumpets
Tristan Côté | Keys and synths
Jean-Etienne Collin Marcoux | Percussions

Produced by The Best Foot Forward & Jean-Etienne Collin Marcoux
Engineered by Jean-Etienne Collin Marcoux
Mixed by Jean-Etienne Collin Marcoux
Mastered by Jean-Etienne Collin Marcoux
Cover Design by Sacha Lauzier-Bonnette
Recorded at Pantoum Studio
All music and lyrics composed, written and arranged by The Best Foot Forward
* Cowbelled by Jean-Etienne Collin Marcoux

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Track Name: The Salesman
The salesman is trying to get me into buying more crap than the crap i need
Listen to me sir i don't wanna tell you you're a jerk but i don't wanna buy your merch

An Astronaut armed with a glock may not conduct the rocket that will lead you
on Funky planet nor hip-hop magnetland, crooner's branch or the

Mental harrassement Lethal engagement
Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn't gone yet
I'm calling my mom there, he'll drop a bomb man

Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn’t gone yet
I'm calling my mom there, he'll drop a bomb man

King of the people stay tall
When he comes to kill y'all, when he come to bill y'all
When he comes to fill y’all when he comes to fool y’all

I bet you let the last redneck check
your pay check or pay your debts don't be so sketch

Get back into that rare car and drive far before i dare to kick your porcelain jar
Get back into that rare car and drive far before i dare to kick your

Mental harrassement Lethal engagement
Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn't gone yet
I'm calling my mom there, he'll drop a bomb man

Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn’t gone yet
I'm calling my mom there, he'll drop a bomb man

So you think you can tell me i’ve crossed the line
Don’t you want me to have fun as long as it’s fine
I know you're not mine but in the meantime we've been trying

I can rhyme I can think we're fine but
Nah i can't deny the fact than sometimes I get lost in my mind
And I wind up crashing in some kind of a plain field

Backpack trek to a sea food shack
Your jetpack wrecks it’s a pea soup snack
My words are back right back on the track
As factual as it acts it’s a

Mental harrassement Lethal engagement
Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn't gone yet
I'm calling my mom there, he'll drop a bomb man

Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn’t gone yet
I'm calling my mom there

(bridge)
Bounce right in it if you're static come around 'cause we're addict and we jump automatic
(X6)

Mental harrassement Lethal engagement
Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn't gone yet
I'm calling my mom there, he'll drop a bomb man

Paypal arrangement the candle salesman isn’t gone yet
I'm calling my mom there, he’ll drop a bomb man

I need this payment done
I need this payment gone and Amen he’s gone
Track Name: Los Tanques
Papa’s a jazzman, and mama can sing again.
it’s not in vain to learn music and jam with friends.
Warm sun on my head on a park bench my thoughts blend
Salsa Mocha I say girl you’re loca to pray for a rhum & coca day
Cuban resort, Republican disorder, I give you the order, be in peace for your mother hey

I know I know I know I know that you care boy
Don’t care ‘bout the richer toys
I know I know I know I know
I know I know I know I know that you care boy
You are the richest boy

Oh heyyy…

Sometimes people throw a rock at your happiness
don’t care about the rest don’t get involved in such a mess the less you care the more you’re blessed
Cuban resort, Republican disorder, I give you the order, be in peace for your mother
Let yourself go Let yourself go

I know I know I know I know that you care boy
Don’t care ‘bout the richer toys
I know I know I know I know
I know I know I know I know that you care boy
You are the richest boy

Oh heyyy…

Pray for the better day pray for a common play.
Out of the range the eyes on you stay
Never give up you will get outta the alley
No more dreaming about L.A.

Pray for the better day pray for a common play
Don’t omit to get the change from your pay
Stay on your feet and keep your head straight
No more feeding the vulture’s party

Pray for the better day pray for a common play.
Out of the range the eyes on you stay
Never give up you will get outta the alley
No more dreaming about L.A.

Pray for the better day pray for a common play
Don’t omit to get the change from your pay
Stay on your feet and keep your head straight
No more feeding the vulture’s party
Track Name: Don't Get Me Wrong
That synth is playing large and
That's it we're all in charge yep

Bombay Sapphire that Jack admires
My Whiskey tastes like tires I'm tired

Cheap strong shit won't heal the curse
That's as attractive as a horny nurse

It gets into you fool people
You start having fun when it rumbles


Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep in the inside
Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep inside

Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep in the inside
Don't get me wrong


That synth is playing large and
That's it we're all in charge yep

When a 12-pack is cheaper than a bottle of wine
You feel it BYOB at the thaï restaurant

Yeah we put cheese and sauce on our french fries
but we're not pussies like french guys

In January you freeze your balls of
The colder it is the cheaper your junk comes


Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep in the inside
Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep inside

Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep in the inside
Don't get me wrong

Don't get me wrong
Don't get me Don’t get me wrong

Don't get me wrong
Don't get me wrong

(bridge)

Don't get me wrong
Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep inside

Don't get me wrong
throw outside what you keep in the inside
Don't get me wrong wrong

Don't get me wrong
Don't get me wrong

Don’t get me Don’t get me Don’t get me wrong
Don’t get me wrong
Track Name: Walk of Chains
When chains are wrapped to your ankles strapped
So you can’t walk straight or present your hat

Your boss is clear he wants to build that track
But the whip that hits you should slaughter his back

See this is the thing that I don’t comprehend
Is it ‘cause he’s white that he’s got the upper hand

Skin colour don’t tell a shit about man
Put this in your head you’ve got to understand

You may think this comes from another time
But let me remind you that the world ain’t fine

You may think this comes from another time
But let me remind you that the world ain’t fine
(X4)

People get shot in the United States
For wearing a hoodie wrong time in the day

Don’t you think this is absurd, observe
They get hurt they don’t deserve that for sure

Straight forward you gotta change you thinking
Be partners and friends ain’t a sin

Skin colour don’t tell a shit about man
Put this in your beard you’ve got to understand

You may think this comes from another time
But let me remind you that the world ain’t fine

You may think this comes from another time
But let me remind you that the world ain’t fine
(X4)

(Ol’ dollar mama sequence)
(Guitar Solo)

You may think this comes from another time
But let me remind you that the world ain’t fine
(X4)
Track Name: Blue Back in a Red Deck
Sacha & Paul:
I know a thing or two about the two-steps
As I am the blue back ace in a red deck
I try i try to walk the line for respect
And give it up flawless straight from the soundcheck

Maybe i Maybe I dont know the scales,
maybe I'm a little mixed up when you talk that well
But when we throw a fest, it busts my chest
And maybe i, maybe i dont care about the rest

Paul:
a million or a billion fall in the oblivion
a zion or a canyon in a beauty pageant
if I tell you my story there should be a reason
I’m scared to be the one eaten by a lion

Sacha:
Buckle up, buckle up. The tempo won’t drop
Shut up, step up, your part we wont’ crop
I’m pretty sure the bridge was no Bebop
So Please, Forget about that we take it from top

Paul:
Gimme a percs kit, beat the perfect fit,
keep the hit for a prospect of music
Keep the hit or smooth the loop
the input frits while I shoot the mood

I cook spaghetti but good for my hood
Like if Luigi could cook a poutine good.

Sacha
I told you so but still you put me under the spotlight
No time for laundries : white sox and blacklight
Is it getting hot in here or it’s just a little stage fright
I should have been sober when i attended my first flight.

Sacha & Paul
I know a thing or two about the two-steps
As I am the blue back ace in a red deck
I try i try to walk the line for respect
And give it up flawless straight from the soundcheck

Maybe i Maybe I dont know the scales,
maybe I'm a little mixed up when you talk that well
But when we throw a fest, it busts my chest
And maybe i, maybe i dont care about the rest

Paul:
Honestly do I need to remind you, that when you back is blue
The red deck gets cruel still your back is true
Don’t hesitate to go through, stay smooth, stay cool, stay opened to what’s new
Don’t hesitate to go through, stay smooth, stay cool, stay opened to what’s new
Track Name: Gypsy Hobo
I'm walking in the street like a hobo a gypsy
But I feel the funk it frees that fancy
Part of my soul that rocks that rolls
My heart's unfold my head's like WOO!

Look at what you hear and hear what you see
Whistle a song give me a good melody
Break it up loop it up and sweetened it up
A little less pop shit canned hit

You got something bro tap the bass
Yell what you think right in their face
Don't look for the good words, don't fear disgrace
Spit your spirit they'll be amazed



Don't let them build fences in your brain,
It's meant to set you free
Don't be scared to scream your name
So you can see
(X2)

Don’t let them put fences in your brain
Don’t be scared to scream you name
Don’t let them put fences in your brain
Don’t let them scream your name


Take the time man you know it's fine
Relax the game you don't have to walk the line
Instead of building a shed until you're dead
I beg you to spread some tight rolled swisha

Freedom, Freedom for a man who cares
For a man who wants to share his part of the cake
Freedom Please untie my chains
Cause i feel the need for freedom in my veins

You don't have to worry anyway you're fired
Go outside and join the riot
Be quiet they say to you
Let them think they know what they do

Don't let them build fences in your brain,
It's meant to set you free
Don't be scared to scream your name
So you can see
(X2)

Don’t let them put fences in your brain
Don’t be scared to scream you name
(X2)

Don't let them build fences in your brain,
It's meant to set you free
Don't be scared to scream your name
So you can see

Don't let them build fences in your brain,
It's meant to set you free
Don’t be scared
Don’t be!

Don't let them build fences in your brain,
It's meant to set you free
Don't be scared to scream your name
So you can see
(X2)

Don’t let them put fences in your brain
Don’t be scared to scream you name
(X2)

- My homies be like
- WHAT?
- White booty clapping’
- Hooo!

Don't let them build fences in your brain,
It's meant to set you free
Don't be scared to scream your name
So you can see
(X2)

Don’t let them put fences in your brain
Don’t be scared to scream you name
(X2)
Track Name: Lost Boys
All systems go now you know you should grow
a pair of balls yo. I share my thoughts yo.

When the lost boys bounce you hear the Neverland sound
but the story of the boys never ends up out of town

The boys’s tale is to get out of bounds, we’re not from around but we sure like the sound
Of you screaming out loud the lyrics in your mouth, we’re not giving up ‘cause it’s the first round now

Without aiming a hat trick a backflip i'm a prick armed with sick flow, a weird glow around my head shows, that your brain will blow, go get your mom no, go


We wanna jump high you wanna smoke high we wanna play tight you wanna stay fly
(X3)


Once upon a time, Peter had in mind that he could fly through time, he was one of a kind
The perfect land is where freedom stands, where dreams come true and parents are banned

But boy, you’ve gotta appreciate, the landscape of what your home is made
at the end of the day what you want is a nest, oh at the end of the day you wanna see the sun set


We wanna jump high you wanna smoke high we wanna play tight you wanna stay fly
(X2)


(bridge)


You’re a citizen of the world,I’m a citizen of the word,
We wanna jump high you wanna smoke high we wanna play tight you wanna stay fly

2014 is the year when my homies ‘ll learn to smoke weed so they can hold on peace
where’s the line on that weird wide hedge
call the train that will shoot you on world wide web

From Barcelona to madrid to Ibiza, from Arizona to Cali to Alaska
If you think your home is in deep in Ho-Ma, you can’t help it, you’re a rock n’ rolla


We wanna jump high we wanna smoke high we wanna play tight you wanna stay fly
(X4)
Track Name: Red Auction
Between the four walls stuck in the mall
The hall’s so tall I don’t think i could fall
Grandpa’s are bald and grandma’s call
Everybody’s looking for a fresh start

Clock is ticking world is turning people are living
Time is coming
Where they’ll have to let go They have to know,
They’ll have to go but you can fight it though


Blind buyer thinks he has more time
He fulls his cart and he’s sure it’s fine
He fulls his card in the check out line
He’s got a big stain on his shirt while tryin’

Rooftop falls and the victims crawl
The buyer still wants to buy her a star
His credit rate is the lowest so far
He can’t even put more gas in his car

Far from the star, the girl and the car
The buyer doesn’t realize that he’s part
Of a system that leaves no chance
That will drop your pants until you pay your rents

Clock is ticking world is turning people are living
Time is coming
Where’s they’ll have to let go they have to know,
They’ll have to go but you can fight it though
Track Name: Ministry of Everything
Even if we'd like some equality
Profit keeps us in its custody
The world's losing all its humanity
While people still fight for democracy

We should learn from our differences
and believe that we're all the same
We could jump over all the fences
but instead we're ashamed of our own names

Smashing, mashing, bashing, killing
This is the role of peace keeping authority
They respond to orders create disorder
In the end what they get is autocracy

Some companies rule this worldwide concussion
They are the ones who created corruption
Faked elections, a real infection,
Even Sathan'd be ashamed of Power Corporation

(instrumental chorus)

Take a look at the eiffel tower the great french power
Wall street business american mistress
Call it sadness for me it's madness
This is craziness or much more of a selfish mess
A whole in my chest there's nothing honest in this profit fest

Movement only means some'
When compared to some other run
Sometimes it’s only the landscape
Running to escape
Yet your feet are cast in concrete
Until you realize that you were offbeat

Delusion of being kept out of the mold
And promises that you’ll never be old
Pass go and don’t claim anything
Going around the ring
You can still roll the dice
Same result You played it twice

(instrumental chorus)
Track Name: 100 Feet High
100 feet high
Floating on a silent drape
Let yourself go to the sound of the waves
They'll bring you to the end of your days

Don't listen to what they say
Make your own goals your own ways
Break the mole they've put you into
Break the rules that hold you in deja-vu

300 feet tall
Walking on a silent path
Let yourself warm by the heat of the ashes
Dress up clean, be ready for flashes

Don't listen to what they say
Make your own goals your own ways
Break the mole they've put you into
Break the rules that hold you in deja-vu

chorus:
Look for a reason
End of the season
Part of the fashion
Final location

Victim of exxon
Secret election
Crime scene in action
White Black or Asian

Proud of a nation
Think of a reason
Pissed of Stephen
Fuckin' moron

Clash of the titans
Eating bacon
RIP Jack Layton
Honest man

What would you think about wake up
Not letting the world go down and trying to stay top
loose your hand every now and then from the empty cup
And do that now before it’s too late to stop

What would you think about breathing thinking
Seeing the world that goes spinning around
What would you think about wake up
What would you think about wake up

What would you think about wake up
Not letting the world go down and trying to stay top
loose your hand every now and then from the empty cup
And do that now before it’s too late to stop

What would you think about breathing seeing
Thinking the world that goes spinning around
What would you think about wake up
What would you think about wake up

chorus:
Look for a reason
End of the season
Part of the fashion
Final location

Victim of exxon
Secret election
Crime scene in action
White Black or Asian

Proud of a nation
Think of a reason
Pissed of Stephen
Fuckin' moron

Clash of the titans
Eating bacon
RIP Jack Layton
Honest man

(Bass solo)

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus)
Track Name: Pavel Bure
(Intro)

You think you’re stuck in a crate, heat ‘round the fireplace
Even it’s getting late you can do some crazy prays
That your mate will play

Around the world again in a state of mind of making friends
But in the end you’re in command
The cool cave kept me calm and clearer
The cool cave kept us clear and clever


Watch your step I’m afraid you might fall
If you fall right now you’re a big guy to fall
You’re a big guy to fall and your faith crawls
Expect the worst for a stupid face palm

Expect the worst reject the first
Unleach the curse help me I need a nurse
She’s got in her purse what I need to stay blurred
She’s got in her purse what I need to go further

I thought I was sick travelling the world quick
Never been able to be built with bricks
Finding my way with boots and a pick
Got a trick to help a foolish prick

Don’t stick around too much time’s gone
You should be long gone, way done, not home
Waiting for the time to be appropriate is like
Waiting for a fine to be paid and set


You think you’re stuck in a crate, heat ‘round the fireplace
Even it’s getting late you can do some crazy prays
That your mate will play

Around the world again in a state of mind of making friends
But in the end you’re in command
The cool cave kept me calm and clearer
The cool cave kept us clear and clever


Lot's of fare waiting to be paid to get laid but hey wait
I'm afraid no one's gets laid until the maid is ready for the big game
Never underestimate a mate if he's a lumberjack in the forest of late fairy tales
And a pint of cream ale won't fail to rehydrate a thirsty male

Looking for a reset, it’s gotta be fast
No need for any assets, throw them back
I’ll throw them back in a lack of tact
I wanna hit the road with a smoke and a six pack

Get back to realistic facts
Get back to analytic stats
Get smacked by the angry pats
But be sure to get back to where your heart’s at

(bridge)

You think you’re stuck in a crate, heat ‘round the fireplace
Even it’s getting late you can do some crazy prays
That your mate will play

Around the world again in a state of mind of making friends
But in the end you’re in command
The cool cave kept me calm and clearer
The cool cave kept us clear and clever

The cool cave kept me calm and clearer
The cool cave kept us clear and clever