Hairy Corners

by In Bear Suits

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This digital release of the EP comes with two bonus tracks ! Hurray for In Bear Suits !

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released February 20, 2009

Material for this album was recorded from 2007 to 2009.

All instruments by Pierre.

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C'est la mort à la plage.

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Track Name: Easter Tiger (Alternate)
You're in a bowling team
You're going bowling
You're out there fixing cigarette machines
All day

You're smoking hemp in my car
We're drinking beers by the lake
Gone fishing for the whole weekend
You're such a saint

I'm an Easter tiger
And I can't fall back again

You gave me a bowling shirt
We go pick up Burt
We sit in your car and we don't say a word
Let's wait

I'm an Easter tiger
And I can't fall back again
I'm an Easter tiger
And I can't fall back again
I'm an Easter tiger
And I can't fall back again
Track Name: I Couldn't Find My Soul
Where's my soul
Where in all my being
I looked in every place I could get in
I checked in every hole

But I couldn't find my soul
What with all this being
I was afraid God might have lost it
It must be rather small

Is it a sin ?
Well, I don't know
I don't think so
If that's a sin
Well, I don't know
I guess I'll go straight to hell
But I don't care
I'll see you there

Where's my soul
Well I searched within
I looked in every place I could get in
I checked in every hole

I don't even know
What's a soul
Or what is a being
I looked it up in the dictionnary
Trying to find the right entry

Is it a sin ?
Well, I don't know
I don't think so
If that's a sin
Well, I don't know
I guess I'll go straight to hell
But I don't care
I'll see you there

Where's my soul
Where in all my being
I looked in every place I could get in
I checked in every hole

But I couldn't find my soul
I couldn't find my soul
I couldn't find my soul
I couldn't find my soul
Track Name: Junkyard Sunday
We're going to the junkyard and it's sunday
We're going to make a living and we want to live our way
So kids pack up the sandwiches and remember whose each is
Like leeches we'll love it, let's make a day of it
So kids remember the rules of trash-looting
Before you start running around a-hooting and a-tooting
Don't try and lick off the soot
Watch where you put your foot
If bitten by a racoon
Suck the blood out of the wound
And if you get your fingers into something sticky
Then don't touch your face, don't touch your willy
But most importantly
If you find something shiny
Can be melted easily
Well then bring it back to me

'Cause civilization is a great concept
But when you're stuck in a rat fight
You're most likely to accept
Just about anything

Seems like it's just the seagulls and us today
Well it's better that way and you know what they say
Most people would never do what we do
But then again some would, that's us, nice meeting you
But we've got to get back to what we truly know
The roots of our economy, assuring positive cash flow
And later on under the tarp we'll eatand scratch off the paint
When the sun's too high to bend under it and not faint

Cause civilization is a great concept
But when you're stuck in a rat fight
You're most likely to accept
Just about anything

And once you've seen that autumn sunset
Through the methanes fumes then you can't forget
The colors on the rise, brushing across the skies
They fly there all year long, showing us where we belong

Cause civilization is a great concept
But when you're stuck in a rat fight
You're most likely to accept
Just about anything

Cause civilization is a great concept
But when you're stuck in a rat fight
You're most likely to accept
Just about anything
Track Name: Pissing In The Sea
Pissing in the Sea doesn't make much of a difference
Pissing in the Sea won't make you feel very important
Pissing in the Sea won't give you any sense of grandeur
Pissing in the Sea surely won't beat pissing indoors
Pissing in the Sea will make you feel so small
Though you might experience the Rapture when you feel the wind on your balls
Pissing in the Sea won't seem like a funny thing too long
Afraid a seagull might swoop down and pick at your little squirmy dong
Pissing in the Sea will surely ruin the romance
You should have said "Okay" when she said "Take me to the dance"
Pissing in the Sea won't make you feel ashamed or funny
The sea never laughs, the sea never tells you to hurry
Pissing in the Sea won't make the pissing any better
Though you might enjoy the view while relieving your bladder
Pissing in the Sea will make you feel very alone
Pissing in the Sea will stress how much you're on your own
Pissing in the Sea won't make a sound
The sea's so big and loud it's hard to be heard when she's around
Pissing in the Sea might make you feel like a polluter
But if you're feeling guilty then think of all the fish that shit in that same water

Pissing in the Sea doesn't seem to make any difference
Even though so little piss in so much water can still change that water's chemical balance
Track Name: Song of the City
Come on, move to the city
And increase your chances to die
Come on, heed the call
Don't just stand there paralysed
And find out there's nothing left for you
No there's nothing left for you

Come on, forget about pity
Forget about kindness of heart
Face train wrecks, car bombs
And parties where you only drink by the quart
And truly there's nothing left for you
No there's nothing left for you

Come on, move to the city
And increase your chances at dying
Of heartbreaks, failure, loneliness
And many other things that'll leav you crying
Until there's nothing left in you
Now there's nothing left in you

Come running for every wrong reason
Knowing it all the while
Feel the sting of what you had coming
And could sense coming for a mile
Please find out there's nothing left for you
Find out there's nothing left for you
Track Name: Easter Tiger
You’re in a bowling team
You’re going bowling
You’re out there fixing cigarette machines
All day

You’re smoking hemp in my car
We’re drinking beers by the lake
Gone fishing for the whole weekend
You’re such a saint

I’m an Easter tiger
And I can’t fall back again

You gave me a bowling shirt
We go pick up Burt
We sit in your car not saying a word
Let’s wait

I’m an Easter tiger
And I can’t fall back again
I’m an Easter tiger
And I can’t fall back again
I’m an Easter tiger
And I can’t fall back again

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