High Five Every Animal

by The Plodes

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released August 30, 2014

Reid Blakley - guitar and vocals
Gemma Goletski - drums
Mat Turner - bass, drums on "Horses and Gasoline"
Alexa Fraser - accordion

Recorded April & June 2014 by Devalin Galloway and Mat Turner at The Hovel, East Vancouver

All songs by Reid Blakley
"Bad Bunny" music by Reid Blakley, Freya Cirulis and Mat Turner
"Horses and Gasoline" lyrics by Reid Blakley and Gemma Goletski
"Dogs Become Animals" words by Reid Blakley and Mat Turner
"The Plodes Don't Love You Back" music by Reid Blakley, Freya Cirulis and Gemma Goletski

(c) (p) 2014 The Plodes

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Track Name: Bad Bunny
Bad bunny, better let your own life get in the way

You can't be a bunny if you don't want to
You can't be funny if you can't be a fake
You can't be sunny without darkness
And fire in your wake

You can't be a honey if you're never an egg
And you can't be runny if you never get up
You can't get money if it's always being hoarded
And you can't use less 'cuz it's never enough

You can't be a bunny if you don't like it
And you can't be a rabbit if you never get fucked
You can't get money if you never run for it
And you can't be funny if you never get bombed/bummed

Bad bunny, better let your own life get in the way
Track Name: Horses and Gasoline
Martin Luther King fights crime on the surface of the Sun with Karl Marx
Louis Riel casts a spell and gains control of great white sharks
Albert Einstein fires a rocket into Rockefeller's face
FDR defeats Kareem Abdul-Jabbar in a race

Chorus:
Horses and gasoline, apple juice and Vaseline
White-Out and mice, concrete and rice
Sewage and Styrofoam, acorns and microphones
Olives and ice, lava and lice

Malcolm X and Sitting Bull riding on a moose with Howard Zinn
Charles Darwin and his dog begrudgingly agree to have lunch with Ho Chi Minh
Ada Lovelace rides a unicycle and tells Mitochondrial Eve to watch
Sacagawea and Jimi Hendrix pouring shots of 40 year old scotch
Ceausescu gets a tapeworm from some undercooked roast beef
Frida Kahlo cuts a snowflake in a slice of bologna with her teeth

A dog named Worm, and a cat named Stove
A car named Angus, and the van that that car drove

Marie Curie as a kid, except she has a chicken's beak
Gandhi and Genghis Khan stay at home and watch 'Twin Peaks'
Joe Stalin and his wife bake zucchini bread in Hell
King Louis XIV touching wieners in a cave with H.G. Wells
Track Name: The Plodes Don't Love You Back
We'd play for you every night, if we could
And we recognize your human rights, like we should
But The Plodes don't love you back

We're not going to pretend
That we want to be your friends
The Plodes don't love you back

We've got no self-respect
You've got no intellect
At this point, we cash the cheque
You're a pain in our collective neck

We're in those magazines
For white perpetual teens
The Plodes don't love you back

We're still independent
But we have to pay our rent
So buy these skateboard shoes
That we don't even use

We've got no self-respect
You've got no intellect
At this point, we cash the cheque
You're a pain in our collective neck

Trust us, we're young and pissed
And we're still anarchists
Just call our publicist
She can pretend you don't exist

When I was young 2 years ago, I believed in stuff as well
But not we're Plodes Incorporated and we can't afford to play your basement

So good night, everyone
Don't have too much fun
We'll exit out the back
The Plodes don't love you back
I'm sorry you're underage
Please don't rush the stage
I'm trying not to care
I've decided life's not fair

The Plodes don't love you back
The Plodes don't have your back
The Plodes will not come back
We're just giving you the facts

We'd play for you every night, if we could
And we recognize your human rights, like we should
But The Plodes don't love you back