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Ever get the feeling that you need to yelp very loudly in the intro of your song, but don’t because it would sound like shit? Canadian indie band Born Ruffians had the same idea, only when they did it, it sounded awesome. The yelps really do add something to the track Barnacle Goose, a feeling of youth that simply would not exist without the slightly off beat but oh so perfectly timed yells/strums in the first bit of the song. This is the feeling I get that keeps me listening to Born Ruffians – the lead singers voice emits an aura of curiosity and playfulness in many of their songs, however, the subject matter is often dark. Let’s take the example of Barnacle Goose again – while the song feels like an anthem for the curious, destructive, and rebellious youth, the lyrics paint a darker picture of the repetition, awkwardness, and trapped feelings. I’m posting them all here because I love them so very much under the tracks – I can’t count how many times I’ve yelled the words to this song on a car or bike ride when exploring new territory. All these tracks are mint, enjoy!
Red, Yellow & Blue – Born Ruffians
Barnacle Goose – Born Ruffians
Barnacle Goose:
And I’m frustrated with myself
But I can’t change
I don’t want to be me anymore
And all of the tics & tocs & clicks of clocks
That tell the time tell me this is just a phase
And everything every day
That’s been scraping away
At the side of my brain
Can’t come to form a thought, except…
And all the thoughts I think I’ve saved
Here for days that remain
Just keep eating away
And I still can’t sleep, sing…
Why can’t you tell me what I wanna hear
To help me get some rest
Oh my darling dear?
The songs of the birds
Don’t bring calmness no more
Oh no, no they don’t sing
And none of the girls seem to think you’re cool
It’s probably because you smell bad
A skin disease won’t get you
Nowhere these days
It’s true, it’s sad but true
And everything every day
That’s been scraping away
At the side of my brain
Can’t come to form a thought
And all of the thoughts I think I’ve saved
Here for days that remain
Just keep eating away
And I still can’t sleep I sing…
We’re going to make plans
We have plans to make plans
We’re going to do it right
We’ve locked it in our sights
I’ll la-dee-da & they can dum-dee-day
We’ll tra-la-la all night and day we’ll go far
And if I write enough
And think about it it’ll happen
It’s not as tough as mom said
As it so happens
Your analyst lied to you when
She told you the truth
About boys, fear, open sores
And things that are simple
Like opening doors
And all the thoughts I think I’ve saved here
For days that remain
Just eat eat eat away
And I still can’t sleep, sing
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