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Legion No. 15
02:18
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It all began in Rees’ mom’s basement
In the summer of 2001
We walked through the rain and thought we’d be famous
With a renegade strat and a 15 watt Kustom brand amplifier
Time wore on and we were in high school
5 kids all jamming and always too loud
There was Jason and Rees and Jesse and Tommy
On rhythm guitar and backing vocals was me
The drummer was tone deaf but no one had the heart
To tell him that he couldn’t sing
So we played even louder and came up with a name
So we could be famous one day
We played only one show at the old royal legion
And it all began to slip away
Tommy moved on, we never knew where
Jason got married and had a few kids with some girl
And the boys kicked me out cause I moved away
I haven’t spoke to them since
You can’t really blame them it made sense at the time
We thought we’d get famous but in the end
We were just another punk band
A generic tone deaf punk band
just another punk band
Playing at the legion like a punk band
just another punk band
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Just Short
02:39
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In the back of a supermarket I peel off the labels
Of everything I don't want to pay for
There's a north wind comin in things are stranger than before
And security is asking me to leave
With bills to pay and a family I can't afford the things they're asking
It's time for a merry chase through the isles
Out the back into the snow and onto the highway
It's a miracle if I ever make it home
Out of gas, one hundred yards short of the nearest husky station
The cars keep on passing me by
I light a flare to flag one down but it proves to be pointless
On the air I can here the drivers sing
And they go
Lalalalalalalalalalala
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Address Book
03:20
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370 Catherine street
The house I grew up in
The address got burned in my head
Seemed so big in my memories
Now it's just an overgrown wasteland
weeds poking through
the concrete driveway
Get me the hell out of here
101 bow meadows drive
The house we moved into
The place I had my first beer
And came home everyday after high school
Now it's just an empty box
A suburban nightmare utopia
No one ever changed the locks
Get me the hell out of here
82 Burke boulevard
The house where I moved on my own to
Scorching heat in the summer sun
A 12 inch tv by the window
Now it's just a moment in time
Hazy parties and the girls I kissed
Stay up to the break of dawn
Get me the hell out of here
21 ranchero green
The house you moved on from
Empty boxes on the lawn
Old photos of where you've been
And the dust lines hang on
Where furniture used to be
You left last months rent
But never returned the key
Get me the hell
Get me the hell
Get me the hell out of here
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Ballad of the C-Train
03:45
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Tears roll down her cheek as she’s trying not to sob
She clutches at her transit pass and roots through her purse
And she looks around in vain
She hopes that no one saw she hopes that no one’s watching,
The tourists keep on moving
Abandoned at the station alone and so forsaken,
A hailstorm in July
Stand behind the yellow line
She wakes up on a train, missed her stop by five
I wonder why she’s here
Her father always said, she could be anything she wanted
She’ll take anything but this
Lost and out of breath
But you’ll always have to do your awkward bow from the bar stool
And the last train from downtown goes late on a Saturday
You’ll waste your life turning myth into manifest
There’s construction on the line
She was caught shoplifting a book of matches on her eighteenth birthday
They said she had one call she knew just what to make it
Dropped some quarters in, didn't leave a message
Didn't leave a message
Didn't leave a message
But you’ll always have to do your awkward bow from the bar stool
And the last train from downtown goes late on a Saturday
You’ll waste your life turning myth into manifest
A ride costs three twenty-five
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Concrete Adventure
03:45
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The Bitch with a hat on The Bastard wore a jacket
And they both danced together underneath street lights
It was a wanton display of reckless abandon
I guess this is what instagram is for
Was that a shooting star or a satellite?
They both wondered far too late
You could feel the alcohol coursing through their veins
Morning classes a cruel twist of fate
It's 2am when the truth comes out
And you wanna get inside before the rain comes down
In the heart of the city only two stars can be seen
So they'll name them after one another
Go to sleep go to sleep
Tomorrows a mystery
Wake up wake up
start over again
Don't let each other die alone
Don't let each other fall in love
It's 3am when she looks at him
Blue eyes shining under the city lights
Do what the alcohol is telling you to
While you're alive it's still a beautiful thing
It's 4am when they finally fall asleep
Separated by a lifetime and nothing at all
Knock on the door if the you're afraid of the dark
He thought I don't want to be alone
Go to sleep go to sleep
Tomorrows a mystery
Wake up wake up
Start over again
Go to sleep go to sleep
Tomorrows a mystery
Wake up wake up
Everything will change
Don't let each other die alone
Don't let each other fall in love
The Bitch with a hat on The Bastard wore a jacket
And they both danced together underneath street lights
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Him:
I had a plan we’d get married someday
I’m sure that would piss off your parents
You know I had even come up with a way
That you’d probably say yes
It’ll be fine I know that you’re mine
We’ll both look back on this one day
But then all I heard was ‘no future’
And that you came back all wrong
Now I’ll just try to live with the lie
And say all I want to in this song
I want to scream
I’m lying to you
And sleeping with sirens on
And I hope you lie too
So we both have a way to go on
Her:
I never planned to settle someday
I knew that would piss off your parents
Hell I had even come up with a way
A plan that was sure to save us
After so many years to end this in tears
I think this might really be over
But then all you heard was ‘no future’
And you thought I came back all wrong
Now I’ll just try to live with a lie
And say all I want to in this song
I want to scream
I’m lying to you
And sleeping with sirens on
And I hope you lie too
So we both have a way to go on
A Mutual Friend:
I think you guys need to break-up
I think it would be for the best
If I have to hear ‘bout your make-up
I’ll punch you both square in the chest
After so many years to end this in tears
You two pushed me to the brink
Cause I can tell you there is ‘no future’
And you both came back all wrong
Now I’ll just try to live with the lie
And say all I want to in this song
I want to scream
I’m lying to you
And sleeping with sirens on
And I hope you lie too
So we all have a way to go on
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Postgrads Calgary, Alberta
Postgrads are a rock group inspired by telling stories with a touch of humour and nostalgia. Their music runs from folk to
electronica and everything in between.
Greg - vocals, guitars, synth.
Sarah - vocals, keyboards
Ryan - bass, beats, synth, vocals
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