Ginger Ale

by Boys' Club

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Zac Houston - Guitar/Vocals
Bernie Cox - Bass
Sebastian Cox Drums

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released 01 December 2014

Recorded, mixed, mastered by Jordan Voth
Album Art by the elusive but talented Hannah Mousek
All songs written by Boys' Club

In case this is the last collection of music we put out, here is a comprehensive (but not exhaustive) list of people we'd like to thank:

Parents, Jordan Voth, Matt and Mike at The Rose n' Bee Pub (Rip), Ambrose and Tess, Tyler Young we miss you, Sean Kaye thanks for being a good sport, Cole Ridd you were too handsome and we were holding you back, Skymaster, Mobina Galore, Life in Vacuum, the Grave, The Cavern, Eles Thiessen, the folks at Borderline Fuckup, Bayn, Anthony and CKHC, Neil from Fox Lake, Kerry, Natural Cycle Works, Cholo Dad, Wai Tien, Gentle Ben the Janitor, the Guezen Brothers, Drew, Elder Abuse <3, Standard Lager, Crown Royal, University of Alberta Pandas Hockey, Mikey Erg, Baraka Pita Bakery, Yasiel Puig, Kris Roe.

Our sincerest apologies to everyone who watched that dad-rock show at that night club that one time.

Thanks to everyone who humoured us and pretended to download our music or looked bored at our shows. Sorry about everything.

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Track Name: Whistle Dog
Sorry,
To you all
For leaving.
I can't stomach
This job,
Her jaw,
Those halls,
Her god.

It all made sense back then,
When I was studying different things.
I'm lost on them.
And they're lost on me.

Close call,
Coast guard.
I'll become
But a shard.

I wanna feel better than my father
About where I sit for dinner.
I wanna feel better than my mother
When I stare out of my window.
There's gotta be somewhere on this surface
That doesn't make us feel so fucking worthless.

Hiding,
Residing,
Somewhere I
Can rest my eyes.

Patience.
It's a safe bet,
I'll feel vacant
By displacement.
Track Name: Spooky Jack O'Lantern
Save for the solvent.
Summer's cast morale in doubt.
Inverse hybernation.
Cause I can't sleep till the sun is out.

Wait.
I finished my papers.
Countless basement ryes while you finish your exams.
Hope is battered and beaten later.
But we'll combine our desperate plans.

I'm drowning in April showers.
I'm lying beneath May flowers.
Track Name: Calf
I miss doing puzzles,
And watching skate videos.
I miss eating waffles,
You walked your name in the snow.

I moved my bed,
The rooms other side.
Thought I felt your breath.
Thought I heard you sigh.

I miss conditional affection.
I just wanna earn.
I miss conditional affection.
I wanna deserve.

Hanging out,
At the airport.
I like to see the joy in the peoples' eyes
As they run and hide away from their lives.
This is the first time that I mentioned that out loud.
Do you ever terrify yourself?

I miss conditional affection.
I just wanna earn.
I miss conditional affection.
I wanna deserve.
Track Name: Bloody Joe (Featuring Nick Fondse of Sit Calm/Skymaster)
From grocery store lunchrooms,
I plan my escape.

With everywhere to run,
But nowhere left to hide.
No shelter from the sun,
Or proof that we're alive.

Clawing at the windows,
And the basement walls.
Picking out our heroes
For their curtain calls.

From abandoned classrooms
We'll retaliate.

We have grown these routes
That will adorn our graves.
We're sentenced to life
Beneath these fields of grain.

I work in the morning,
Let's quicken the pace.

They pick the soundtrack to their lives.
Pick the songs we wanna die to.
Keep us far from kitchen knives,
Instead we stay close to you.

Clawing at the windows,
And the basement walls.
Picking out our heroes
For their curtain calls.

I hope we die.
I hope we die,
So far away from this unending sky.
Colliding in a cruel city,
Harvesting comfort and pity.
I hope we're loved as much as we're reviled.
Track Name: I am the Angel of Death and the Time of Purification is at Hand
I fucking wish I could forget,
Your father's cabin when we met,
Just like the cursive alphabet.

I promised it would be my last.
But there's poetry in each lash,
Of your tongue on my ego's back.

Force consistency.
Embrace our tragedy.
This kinetic culture is fucking killing me.

Cursed by your mismemories.
But I can't blame you given your youthful depravity.
Don't hide your instability.
It's your only redeeming quality.

Force consistency.
Embrace our tragedy.
This kinetic culture is fucking killing me.