SUBURBAN INVASION

by Colonel Sun

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Reflecting on life; recorded in a flash

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released April 14, 2017

All songs by Colonel Sun
Lyrics by Scott

Additional vocals on "The Reasoning" by Erika Angell

Recorded and mixed by Ryan Battistuzzi
Mastered by Paul Edwards

"Ferentari" cover photo by Max & Dillon D'Alessandro

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Colonel Sun Montreal, Québec

Colonel Sun:

Scott (gtr, vox)
Simon (gtr)
Mishka (bass)
Robbie (drums)

Inspired by music that is charged by feel and emotion. Compared to bands such as Mudhoney, Failure, and Helmet, Colonel Sun clearly runs on fuel from the '90s. However, the members' collective musical background is so eclectic that the band's dirty-rock edge is, at times, polished by musically-progressive overtones.
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Track Name: Suburban Invasion
Little boy, big dreams,
Start a band for all his friends to see...
Retrace your steps… Look up!!

Shiny boots, long coat,
Loud music is what boy likes the most...
Keep it up!!

Only young, wants to rage,
With slammin' punks and girls all twice his age...
Fake cards, peach fuzz… Good luck!!

Open eyes, open wide,
The boy knows he'll make the scene in time...
Keep it up!!

(Retake, rewind, retrace your steps)

Now he's old and lookin' back,
Remembering the shows, the pit, the black...
Retake, rewind… Pick it up!!

Lookin' back, he's gotta grin,
That little punk has hardly changed a bit...
Keep it up!!
Track Name: Sippin' Sunshine
I can't walk in a straight line
Stumble right and I bang my head
Drank too much of that cheap wine
Stumble left and I'll wind up dead

Think straight, think straight
It's unbelievable, so inconceivable
I cut my lip on the curb side
The taste of blood reminds me of what you said...

Woke up in the hot sun
Park bench and a pool of sweat
My whole life is a rerun
But what I see is not what I get

Think straight, think straight, think straight

I slipped out through the back door
And left a dollar beside the bed
I bought a can at the beer store
I'm sippin' sunshine alone again

Think straight, think straight, think straight
Track Name: The Reasoning
I tried to work this thing out,
Calmly discuss and not shout, relax
Know what I'm sayin'?

You turned your back and walked off,
Left me alone on the block, so vain
Know what I'm sayin'?
Can we be...

Reasonable?
You go too far.

I tried to call you at home,
No sense in being alone this day...
Know what I'm sayin'?

I tried to knock on your door,
And slipped a note 'long the floor to explain...
Know what I'm sayin'?
So let's be...

Reasonable.
You go too far.

I scaled the side of your house,
Seventh floor, don't look down, no way...
Know what I'm sayin'?

I lose my grip on the wall,
And hear you laugh as a fall, that's pain
Know what I'm sayin'?
So let's be...

Reasonable.
You go too far.
Track Name: Spider Queen
I think I could've bought it
I might have let you lead me along
Just might have been sucked into your web of lies,
web of lies, web of lies, Spider Queen...

You had me where you wanted
Led me where you wanted me to be
Left me in the cold woods, all alone, Spider Queen
You had me where you wanted, wanted me, wanted me, wanted me...

No eating dirt, no wasting time
No friend of yours is a friend to me
From the earth, up to the sky
Unlocking doors and I'm breaking free

I know I could've fought it
Not let it gone on so long
Know I should've slammed the door, locked you out long ago, Spider Queen

No eating dirt, no wasting time
No friend of yours is a friend to me
From the earth, up to the sky
Unlocking doors and I'm breaking free

Think I'm gonna fuck it
Fuckin' watch me, hittin' the road
It's time For me to fuckin pack my shit, slam the door, leave for good, Spider Queen
Track Name: Lullaby
I feel my lids start to close.
Nodding off to the gentle hum
Of the engine that carries me home.

Long day, white noise, bright lights,
red bags holding black dots.

I gotta get off the road.
Just gotta get off the road.

I feel tired so they're tryin' to shut;
Station's playing my favourite bedtime track.
Perfect tune to cuddle up,
But wrong place, bad time to nap.

I gotta get off the road.
Just gotta get off the road.

Loosen my grip on the wheel,
Drift away into another world.
Peaceful dreams of blue skies along the coast.

Wrong way, think fast, too late,
black bag holding my dust.

Should've got off the road.
Just should've got off the road.
Track Name: Sucker Blues
I should've called, I meant to tell ya sweet things
I should've done it but I didn't so
Do your worst, don't let me mess around again
I've gotta learn, gotta learn, gotta learn, so...

Take a shot
It's what you want
Between the eyes
Just take your shot

Turn around, I can feel you watching me
But you're no where to be seen
Sweet revenge is what you always promised me
And your motives are clean
Try to run, try to hide, I've really done it now
You're catching up to me quick
Try to beg, try to plead, I'm gonna get it now
I've gotta learn, gotta learn, gotta learn, so...

Take a shot…

Empty streets, I'm duckin' in between the cars
I keep my profile low
But your blade is sharp, I know you're trackin' me
I don't know which way to go.
Gotta run, gotta hide, I've really done it now
No sense in running away
Gotta beg, gotta plead, I'm gonna get it now
I never learn, never learn, never learn, so...

Just take your shot...

I'm finished now, my back is up against the wall
You're lookin' me in the eyes
You put your hand inside your purse, I'm gonna fallI should've learned, I could've learned, but didn't learn, so...

So take a shot…
Track Name: Suburban Invasion (Single Edit)
Little boy, big dreams,
Start a band for all his friends to see...
Retrace your steps… Look up!!

Shiny boots, long coat,
Loud music is what boy likes the most...
Keep it up!!

Only young, wants to rage,
With slammin' punks and girls all twice his age...
Fake cards, peach fuzz… Good luck!!

Open eyes, open wide,
The boy knows he'll make the scene in time...
Keep it up!!

(Retake, rewind, retrace your steps)

Now he's old and lookin' back,
Remembering the shows, the pit, the black...
Retake, rewind… Pick it up!!

Lookin' back, he's gotta grin,
That little punk has hardly changed a bit...
Keep it up!!