Feelgooderie (EP)

by Kick Ptarmigan

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The Feelgooderie (EP). A limited edition EP featuring three tracks from the upcoming album, Feelgooderie.

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released June 12, 2010

Guitar/Vocals : Martin Jenkins
Bass : Duncan Bell
Drums (Track2) : John Meydam
Sax (Track 1)/Additional Instrumentation : Chris Hess

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Kick Ptarmigan Parry Sound

Kick Ptarmigan, having recently devoured local greats the Spins, are set to record their third album this year. They play a unique hybrid of hair metal and doo-wop that sounds suspiciously like indie folk/rock.

Comparisons to Leonard Cohen, Violent Femmes and the Barenaked Ladies have been met with confused stares.
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Track Name: Pretentious Jeff (Head)
Colour in the dark parts first, hide the highlights.
Scribble in hard, hard, hard
No composition here to light the room
or draw your eye
From nowhere to nowhere
To gone

Was he sweet? Well, that’s sweet.
Was he fair? Eyes like a breath of fresh air, but not too fresh?
Were you lost in his songs? His sounds?
You said you never heard any like his before.
Do you miss your boyfriend’s fake British accent?
I bet.

You’re amazed he fills in the stage, when you’re empty.
Et son esprit qui tourner le couteau dans la plaie.
To you each, you fill in his sheets in every home de couer insourmis.
Draws your eye from nowhere to nowhere
To gone.
Gone

Was he sweet? Well, that’s sweet.
Was he kind? That’s kind of hard to believe.
Did the heat of his words begin to feel like
You were hearing through the wall
From the hall of your home.
Where you could hear your boyfriend’s fake British accent,
I bet.

Was he sweet? Well, that’s sweet.
Was he fair? Eyes like a breath of fresh air, but not too fresh?
Were you lost in his songs? His sounds?
You said you never heard any like his before.
Do you miss your boyfriend’s fake British accent?
I bet.
Track Name: Nuclear
The pipe’s all rust, but I’m still here;
the hollow bones and veins.
They’re sexy, that’s why I’m still here,
just trying to hear about me and my guns.
And I can’t see the end too clear,
but I pronounce it nuclear.

What’s one more dead animal to me?
There’s a lot of things in nature I don’t need.
There’s no strategic target on the sea,
and no collateral damage means no harm will come to me

or the overbredth of jellyfish that welcome back the beasts,
decommissioning the dragnets.

I can’t believe who’s side you’re taking here.
Maybe he ran off and died,
but I don’t really need that deer,
I mean

what’s one more dead animal to me?
There’s a lot of things in nature that don’t bleed.

I’m thinking about buying a boat,
‘cause you and all my friends live far away,
each on a different coast,
and there’s no strategic target on the sea,
and no collateral damage means no harm will come to me

or the overbredth of jellyfish that welcome back the beasts,
decommissioning the dragnets.

The pipe’s all rust, but I’m still here;
the hollow bones and veins.
They’re sexy, that’s why I’m still here,
just trying to hear about me and my guns.
And I can’t see the end too clear,
but I pronounce it nuclear.
Track Name: E Song
She’ll be fine.
She’s never caught around the building with her murals on the side
of the girl she left behind.
They’re supposed to be the girl she left behind.
They shared a futon, it’s fine, she didn’t really need space
alone the hard nights.
After everything, how could she say “no” this time?

It was the wrong time.
It could have really been sweet.
Not under these sheets.
She could have stayed.
She’s always there to lift her up the next day,
but in the wrong way.

When he left he left his sense and said he’d never look down,
he left a legend, yeah he thought he’d left it all over town.
But I can tell he’s going down.
If she’d believed in all the vows they’d made of peace of mind
then she deserved to hit the highway, deaf rapport on her side.
I hear they made her leave her wardrobe behind.

I guess she’s naked at heart.
I guess she made it to the coast, unwelcome on a stranger’s couch,
she’s welcome under the stars.
I guess she’s hollow inside,
I guess I lost her, guess I followed her for nothing,
and I’m stuck where she abandoned her car.
I guess she’s naked at heart.

It was the wrong time.
It could have really been sweet.
Not under these sheets.
She could have stayed.
She’s always there to lift her up the next day,
but in the wrong way.

I guess she’s naked at heart.
I guess she made it to the coast, unwelcome on a stranger’s couch,
she’s welcome under the stars.
I guess she’s hollow inside,
I guess I lost her, guess I followed her for nothing,
and I’m stuck where she abandoned her car.
I guess she’s naked at heart.