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

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

To commemorate the release of our 5th Album we bring you this brand new unreleased song written by Camile Houle and Luke Baird. The orange is natures clown, squeeze it too hard and it squirts all over your clothes, makes your hands sticky, and gets in your eyes. Treat it right, peel it slow and your in flavor town. A simple orange could conquer the world and helped create the unions that keep your employer from squirting all over your face... We are simply Zero's and 0nes to be manipulated into pushing, pulling, dancing, sitting, so that we can exist in a place we never asked to be a part of. much love - Lungbutturmore