Listen to 100.3 the bear RED WHITE & NEW on I-heart Radio June 2nd 2024 5:40PM MT time for the Canadian premier of LUNGBUTTUR on the actual radio that you can call and request our songs from. This song is brand new and I want you to hear it before I put it on the next album. The premise is simple and the direction is obvious, what can we really hope to learn from the past if we remove the things we don't agree with, downplaying the fact that if those story's and lessons are removed we will be doomed to repeat them again. We are all people on one spinning ball what we do on it can be miraculous or disastrous, either way it must all be filed away for future reference lest we all become removed in the future for being who we are now. Written by Camile Houle and Luke Baird please enjoy this latest song SMILEY FACES. No hate only truth - Lungbutturmore

Every now and then a song comes along that just can't be ignored. We have had our hands so deep down our musical jar of sounds and words for so long. We appreciate all of the love you have given us. The future unfolds before your eyes, every moment that you open them. Every step you take no mater how small will guide you where you need to be. Our steps have taken us here and we hope to see you and be remembered by you at our EULOGY. Enjoy this latest masterpiece written by Camile Houle and Luke Baird. No hate only truth - Lungbutturmore

This is the first track off of my latest album, "Replenishing the Wheelbarrow" The mix sounds better and the lyrics are more impactful if you listen while winning at air hockey. Thank you for listening. Any feedback is welcome. All of my music is free to download on Bandcamp and SoundCloud. Lyrics: Call it what it is Forced gossip and blind assumption Spurting from the lips of someone I have never met And if I recall correctly No trash cans were thrown In fact, I believe I was home Listening to Colin Hay What's that You think it's not my place Not my place to say Well, that was yesterday Today is not the same He was lost in hell This verse concerns the first person that comes to mind Whenever I think "pitiful man-child" The concrete was all white The grass was locked and brittle And the cages were fast asleep on that joyous snowy night And if you think it's not my place Not my point to debate The boot-heel on my face My podium's not blank So, you think it's not my place Not my place to say Tough shit, you hypocrite Today is not the same It's not the samemore