The Luck of the Singers

by Hank

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    The Third Hank LP, sleeve notes by Bentley Arthur.

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The Third Hank LP featuring 14 pop nuggets. Originally released on Blocks Recording Club of Toronto in 2009.

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released February 2, 2009

Written and produced by Cab Williamson
Mixed by Jesse Laine
Artwork by Tara Azzopardi

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Hank Kitchener, Ontario

Hank formed in winter 2002 in Toronto, Canada - the intention: to be The Biggest Group In The World (in terms of members rather than popularity). It only reached 8 but there was a lot of enthusiasm. Over the years, the group has continued to evolve, expand and contract and released three acclaimed LPs on Toronto's Blocks Recording Club. ... more

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Track Name: The Sun Shines At Your Door
A terrible word for a terrible week
I sat you all down and started a speech

The gist of it was no-one talks of death
Before I was done everybody had left

The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines

When you’re welcomed home
It really makes your day

The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines

I was meaning to ask how you manage so well
If you open the blinds it’s as clear as a bell

A terrible word for a terrible week

The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
The sun shines
Track Name: Distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction

Huh
Ooh, my loins ache madness and fever
Ooh, my loins are aching for you

Is this a distraction?
Just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
I’m at home with a phone and I’m all alone

You know that we sacrifice
Precious moments of our lives
I just want to be with you
Because it’s something I want to do

It’s all because of my
Distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction
It’s just a distraction

We never know it
Until it hits us
This time is money we forgot
To calculate

Distraction
Distraction

I’m over here
You're over there
I’m over here
You're over there
You're over here
And I’m over there
Track Name: (I Don't Want To Get Sucked In To The) Family Business
I don’t want to get sucked in to the family business
I do not want to be part of the family business

I’ve got to get out of this town
It’s only going to glue me down
Because the kid who threw rocks in my face
Will be the boss of me someday

I don’t want to get sucked in to the family business

I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
I’ve got to get out of this town
Track Name: Exclusive Plot
You have to visit my tombstone
You have to promise to come back every year
You have to visit my tombstone

I will be buried in an exclusive plot
I planned it and signed all the papers
It cost a year’s wages to install me there
But I’m attracted to the high life

And we will sing at the post-burial
Of all the love that we have wasted

It’s quite a distance away from the main gates
You can faintly hear the traffic
There’s a gardener who comes once a week
To throw out all the dead flowers

And we will sing at the post-burial
Of all the love that we have wasted

And there’s some famous people across the way
Which has been cordoned off by fences
So when my shabby days come to an end
At least I’ll recognise some faces

I will be buried in an exclusive plot
Track Name: Mountain Wood Collection
It’s a slow day
But they’ve been like this for some time now
I have my long lens
And I can see if anyone tries to come up my path

I keep my prey in a darkened cage
Because you’re never sure whether it is going to rain
I burn a fire so I can stay outside
I keep the wood in columns of neat piles

I’ve a story about a young man
Who couldn’t read signs so he trespassed on my land
And I could see him combing through trees
Until a column appeared and dropped him to his knees
He retraced his steps and noticed newer things
And I blushed with pride because he never noticed me
But as he went away I started feeling sad
So I ran and ran but couldn’t catch up with that lad

These three things clutter up my mind
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
Teeny things all locked up inside
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
These three things clutter up my mind
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
Teeny things all locked up inside
Don’t mess with my collection
Don’t mess with my collection
Track Name: Rumours Dogged Us
Rumours dogged us every evening
There was only one
It concerned naked flesh followed by a puritanical sermon
But we swear it wasn’t like that, like that, like that
We swear

Bar is closed now
You should go home

Where’s your handbag?
Is this your wallet?

You can stave off some misfortune
By starting anew
I could say I wasn’t flashing, trashing
The claims that I grew
This guy saw it with his own eyes
Saliva and tongues and a rope!

But we realise your views
Are only sad pleas
For company
Track Name: I Let Her Join My Secret Society
Up to the age of 23
I kept my own private company
One day an acquaintance said to me
“Let me join your secret society”

It was a weathered stone
It needed lots of scrubbing
There were sheets and clothes
Which needed a thorough washing

The club was a little lonely
I let her join my society
The rules were written down for clarity
I saw an end to my monopoly

And I kept pressing the point
That societies go stagnant
Without new voices
Laziness will run rampant
Recruited more members
And formed a new committee
The first decree was set
Strive for massive publicity

Yeeeah!

I lost my credibility
In my own secret society
I saw no need for privacy
I don’t want that to be my legacy
I don’t want that to be my legacy
I don’t want that to be my legacy

It was a weathered stone
It needed lots of scrubbing
There were sheets and clothes
Which needed a thorough washing
And I kept pressing the point
That societies go stagnant
Without new voices
Laziness will run rampant

It was a weathered stone
Track Name: Blame (parts 1 & 2)
You’ve got my head in a whirl
You’ve got my head in a whirl
You’ve got my head in a whirl
It’s not right!

OK, now what have you heard?
OK, now what have you heard?
OK, now what have you heard?
Are you right?

Or not?

You’ve got my head in a head in a head in a head in a
Head in a whirl

A whirl!

I don’t feel right
My heart is aching
I can’t explain what I think again
But you’re always putting the blame on me

On a village road
I played at racetrack
I hurt my arm in the crash as well
But you’re always putting the blame on me

It’s a rites thing
Or you’re maybe just a drama queen
I don’t think I’m gonna stay to find out

I taught my sons how to do handstands, I’d say
“You give up and you’ll never be a man”
Now one’s a lawyer, the other one’s on the stand
But you’re always putting the blame on me

A mad staring makes you question your mind
So check your pockets and be selfless and kind
I may have bungled it
But I’m still a part of it

And that’s right!

You’re always putting the blame on me

I’m all confused, I don’t know what you have heard
You’ve got some juice, you’ve got my head in a whirl

You’ve got my head in a whirl!
Track Name: You Deserve Better
I don’t think I can satisfy
I don’t think I can satisfy you

How can I?

Please tell me why
I don’t think I can satisfy you
I don’t think I can satisfy you

The word is out
I’ve got a feeling that
It’s over now

Oh, tell me why
I don’t think I can satisfy you
I don’t think I can satisfy you
Track Name: People Look Up
In a bygone era, when you didn’t look up
Unless things were falling down
It was never considered
Important to keep studying the ground
When the pink and the yellow
Combined to form a canvas with the bleeding red
We all started to shiver
And we hid inside our bathrooms to escape the dread

If it’s a lightning storm you’ll see it
If it’s a lightning storm then it’s no contest
I hope you choose not to ignore it
Because you’ll miss the things that we all like best
I saw a glass topple off a building
And it only missed my head by a few hair strands
So can you save those before they start dropping?
Is it a blue sky or the kicking of empty cans?
I caught a boy out on the rooftops
He was sniffing hurriedly remainders of the pops
(And with a bird’s eye view you were crawling)
The streetlamp orange was glowing

If it’s a lightning storm you’ll see it
If it’s a lightning storm then it’s no contest
If it’s a lightning storm you’ll see it
If it’s a lightning storm then it’s no contest

(see, he’s hungry, see, he’s hungry
keep in the tree, keep in the tree)
Track Name: Never Have Another Boy In My Life
Never Have Another Boy In My Life

In my hometown
I made out with quite a few
In my hometown
I only ever wanted you

It wasn’t that boy who made me lose sleep
It wasn’t that boy I wanted to keep

You tortured me
Did you know and did it feel right?
Because when we dug our hole in the ground and crawled in
I wish it had been an endless night

It wasn’t that boy who made me lose sleep
It wasn’t that boy I wanted to keep
No, it was you boy, you tore out my heart
Because of you boy, I’ve fallen apart

Never have another boy in my life
Never have another boy in my life
Never have another boy in my life
Never have another boy in my life

It wasn’t that boy who made me lose sleep
It wasn’t that boy I wanted to keep
Track Name: Smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper
I’m smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper

I’ve got a stack of cash
But that’s an added bonus
I get to go up
And jump out of planes
I’m just digging the earth
Digging the earth
Planting the trees
Parachuting down
I’ve got a stack of reading
To get through
I need all this time off
To be with you ‘cause

I’m a smokejumper
I’m smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper


I’m one of four hundred
I feel honoured
If maybe you’ve wondered
I feel honoured

I’ve got a stack of cash
And pretty girls at my door
I owe a stack of tax
But who will ever know?

I’m a
I’m a
Smokejumper
Smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper
I’m a smokejumper

The gobbler burned so we withdrew
Watched the trees die and fires roar

I’m a smokejumper
Track Name: My Black Year (My Black Bottle Of Beer)
My black year
My black bottle of beer
I knocked it back
But I felt the same

Another drunk
Passed out on the table in front
A well-thumbed dictionary by his side

A faded page in the back
Some random numbers scrawled in black
And in bold letters were three words: “You care because…”

My black days
I tried to mend my old ways
But you know how difficult it is to change

A door which slams
Interrupting all of our plans
Useless papers scattered all over the floor

I had no family history
Because it was never taught to me
The faded photographs in the loft were all thrown out

It was all in my black year
It was all in my black year

Sunbathing as soon as the snow is gone
Waking up when you’ve lost someone
I’ve wasted time and I don’t have long
I realise now

It was all in my black year
It was all in my black year

My black year
My black bottle of beer
My black year
My black bottle of beer
Track Name: Threw Me
You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now

You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now

And when I heard it I thought
There must be something in the water making the fish die
Why did you waste all our money when there’s nothing to buy?

You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now

You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now

And what I say is
All the miscommunication leads to an inevitable path
The path is swamped, our clothes are damp and we both learned nothing from the past
The words we say are white on white
I don’t know how long this can all last!

You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now

You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now

We need to change coordinates because the plane is going to go down
Every time we raise objections we’re told not to bother you now
And saying something isn’t one thing
Nothing to turns to something somehow!

You’re talking right through me
I can say nothing
Now

You’re talking right through me
I will stay silent
Now

We once climbed the fence at night
To get into rich private ground
But today we just argue about when we get the bus into town

Etch a lie