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Hot Hot Heat
Hot Hot Heat


Background information
Origin Shawnigan Lake, British Columbia, Canada
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Dance-punk
New Wave
Post-punk Revival
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Dangerbird Records
Sire Records
Dine Alone Records
Associated acts Wolf Parade
Fake Shark - Real Zombie!
Website Website
Members
Steve Bays
Paul Hawley
Luke Paquin
Louis Hearn
Former members
Dante DeCaro
Dustin Hawthorne
Matthew Marnik
Jimmy Sweet
Parker Bossley



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Hot Hot Heat Album


Future Breeds (06/08/2010)
06/08/2010
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Goddess on the Prairie
6.
Zero Results
7.
8.
9.
10.
Buzinezz Az Uzual
11.
What Is Rational?
12.
Nobody's Accusing You (Of Having A Good Time) (Of Having A Good Time)
*
No Applause Allowed (bonus track)
. . .


Fly into YVR
Get myself in a car
Get to the people that will keep me alive
Frostbitten drunken skids
You make it howl, kids
Something about you, I just trust you tonight

So we head to their pit of shame where they all look the same
We're blind and deaf in here but don't really mind
Get myself in a drink
It always helps to think
Don't need to live too but don't need to die

See, how you look and how you feel
They're not the same deal
Let's live a lie together
Let's live a lie together
How you look and how you feel
They're not the same deal
Let's live a lie together
Let's live a lie

We were gridlocked like grizzly teeth
Lock-jawed and dropped the key
Bear with me man, better back off and believe it
Acquaintances we hide
This time we let it slide
Tip toe or tumble down
Pick pocket or leave it

How you look and how you feel
They're not the same deal
Let's live a lie together
Let's live a lie together
How you look and how you feel
They're not the same deal
Let's live a lie together
Let's live a lie

. . .


Let's be honest, we're all criminals here so take the halo down
Autograph hunters making legends out of scumbags from a better town
21 at midnight, it's a curse of a man who'd kill to put it off
Wrestling grizzly bears just to draw a crowd
a crowd that would have jumped at dogs

When you're 21 at midnight you act like a man
look him in the eyes and say what you just said to me then
21 at midnight
your tombstone in hand
you fight so hard to give away for free what you'll just want again

a virtual who's-who of the who-cares, the self appointed king and queen
Better off jester rather tame the troops than fertilize the village green
hey I knew you back in 1999, I know you don't forget
Obligations plague you still why can't you shed em yet?

When you're 21 at midnight you act like a man
look him in the eyes and say what you just said to me then
21 at midnight
your tombstone in hand
you fight so hard to give away for free what you'll just want again
you'll just want again

And on this night in a border town
you'll wave goodbye to your father's son
And on this night in a drunken brawl
you'll say hello to your poor child's father
who's 21 at midnight

he thinks he's a man
look him in the eyes and say what you just said to me then
21 at midnight
your tombstone in hand
you fight so hard to give away for free what you will just want again
what you will just want again

. . .


I can't sit through this, no way
Get your face out of my face
Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand again
I can't sit through this no more
Get your foot out of my door
You me and the devil makes three and that's still two too many for me

Years ago this is where you were thinking you would want to be
Now you're here look around is this really what you wanted to see?
I'm not talking deception
No misshapen mid-sections yo
Disses are no-no but I can't help but feeling just so-so
So you got a candidate to take your place?
It's not my fault that they hate your face
These kids need some new a-material
They'll spread for cred
Bacterial

I can't sit through this, no way
Get your face out of my face
Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand again
I can't sit through this no more
Get your foot out of my door
You me and the devil makes three and that's still two too many for me

Once upon a time I guess it made some sense to me
to straddle idly a fend to wait and see
And still I don't know
still I don't know
still I don't know why I really had to give it a, give it a, give it a go
These people need you like a hole in the head
They were staying afloat until you threw them your lead
they were making their minds up matter-of-factly
fact of the matter is that it never ends happily

Watch them
they're fucking us one by one
drugged up
they're killing us just for fun
I don't care, no I don't care
watch them
they're climbing us rung by rung
oh god
breathing through iron lungs
I don't care, no I don't care
I can't sit through this no more
I can't sit through this no more

I can't sit through this, no way
Get your face out of my face
Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand again
I can't sit through this no more
Get your foot out of my door
You me and the devil makes three and that's still two too many for me

. . .


I think it's time you take another look around
if you're gonna bring a knife into a gunfight bragging how
you're sick of hearing every single human being seeing
as they're watching but can't see past what they're seeing
You can keep em at bay but put that knife away
Always with the wild card you're gonna wanna play 'cause you're my
implosionatic, my implosion addict
implosionatic, my implosion addict

that a boy
that a boy
don't rock the boat
that a boy
that a boy
let it implode

that a boy
that a boy
don't rock the boat
that a boy
that a boy
let it implode

I think it's time you take another couple days off
Gotta make a conversation such a faceoff
I'm betting debt is threatening to make it worse
try to hide you're dreaming up an epitaphic verse
You can keep em at bay but put your pills away
Always with the wild card you always wanna play
'cause you're my
implosionatic, my implosion addict
implosionatic, my implosion addict

that a boy
that a boy
don't rock the boat
that a boy
that a boy
let it implode

that a boy
that a boy
don't rock the boat
that a boy
that a boy
let it implode

So much, so much for dying
before you're 30
or 27 like Jan and Jim
Get on it
Where's your iconic
all too ironic
romantic tragedy recorded quadrophonic?
Where's your iconic
all too ironic
romantic tragedy recorded quadrophonic?

that a boy
that a boy
don't rock the boat
that a boy
that a boy
let it implode

that a boy
that a boy
don't rock the boat
that a boy
that a boy
let it implode

implosionatic, my implosion addict
implosionatic, my implosion addict

implosionatic, my implosion addict
implosionatic, my implosion addict

. . .

Goddess on the Prairie

[No lyrics]

. . .

Zero Results

[No lyrics]

. . .


i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore

across a bridge, the ablett strip
there lives a man with atlas grip
windows covered, single matress
on friday nights it feeds his address

well across a bridge on ablett.st
there lives this girl she used to be
still half-naked, she falls in traffic
you dumbass kid, here's your dumbass life back

i won't come back crawling again
i won't come back crawling again
no i won't come back crawling again
i won't come back crawling again

i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore

some they fear, just your name
for me i wish it was the same
im still waiting for somebody to fix
this damage to my body

some may fear the future breeds
these drug & sales planting seeds
i just need this cheque to clear
so i can check right out of.. hear me

i won't come back crawling again
i won't come back crawling again
no i won't come back crawling again
i won't come back crawling again

this merry-go-round
has spun itself into the ground
they threw me that
an inch in this life is still far as hell

but they bred you better
they bred you better
they bred you better than me
they bred you better
they bred you better
they bred you better than me

i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore
i wont say anything
i wont say anymore

they bred you better
they bred you better
they bred you better than me

they bred you better
they bred you better
they bred you better than me

. . .


Nobody knows what's gonna happen now
Sold all nine daughters
traded all the cows
Salute the 21st century dreamers
as we wake up in a jail cell

Let the people think you're hiding something
better than what you got
It sure beats hiding nothing
Paranoid? You can't blame me, it's just JFK's LSD
We signed a waiver now we're testing, testing, 1 2 3

Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
I can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough

Got quite a hunch you're scratching someone's crack
Don't let them fool you, lobotomies are back!
Salute the 21st century genius
Throw grenades instead of baby showers

Let the people think you're hiding something
better than what you got
It sure beats hiding nothing
Paranoid? You can't blame me, it's just JFK's LSD
We signed a waiver no we're testing, testing, 1 2 3
1 2 3
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
I can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
I can't get enough

Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough

. . .


Jedidiah
Five left one right washed up on Jedidiah
Paperboy's got nothing to deliver on
Six feet washed up on the shore
They used to dance but maybe not no more
I never felt sorry for an oceanographer
bodies make it to you like a five star mummy in a three-striped shoe
on Jedidiah
I need it good I need it cheap but don't make me beg
I got the brain of a tramp but can't feel my legs
They moved to the island to escape the race
Memorized every name
Memorized every face
Till one day knock knock knock knock on your door
You know who's feet these are?
Who's not gonna dance no more?

. . .

Buzinezz Az Uzual

[No lyrics]

. . .

What Is Rational?

[No lyrics]

. . .

Nobody's Accusing You (Of Having A Good Time)

[No lyrics]

. . .

No Applause Allowed

[No lyrics]

. . .


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