Official Bootleg #001
by Rebel Rebel
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 9-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Free Download
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I Know (What You Mean)
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These Days
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Upon the Setting Sun
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Hanging On
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Kingston
04:23
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We'll Find Movement
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Keep It to Yourself
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about
The first of Rebel Rebel's "Official Bootleg" album series, which offers rare tracks, live performances, and demos taken from the band's personal collection.
OB#001 is a live recording taken from The Supermarket on April 26, 2012 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, it features Rebel Rebel's performance in it's entirety with eight tracks spanning approximately 40-minutes, as well as a bonus live-off-the-floor demo recording of "Keep It to Yourself."
OB#001 is a live recording taken from The Supermarket on April 26, 2012 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, it features Rebel Rebel's performance in it's entirety with eight tracks spanning approximately 40-minutes, as well as a bonus live-off-the-floor demo recording of "Keep It to Yourself."
credits
released 01 May 2012
Travis Caine - Vocals/Guitars
Kara Gauthier - Keys/Vocals
Bryan Wyshnicki - Guitar/Vocals
Tye Hunt Fitzgerald - Bass
Paul Cope - Drums
Travis Caine - Vocals/Guitars
Kara Gauthier - Keys/Vocals
Bryan Wyshnicki - Guitar/Vocals
Tye Hunt Fitzgerald - Bass
Paul Cope - Drums
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feeds
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It's a noun followed by a verb followed by loud guitars, smashing drums, and other such sounds.
discography
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Sep 2012 -
Aug 2012 -
May 2012 -
Dec 2011
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- Track Name: I Know (What You Mean)
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How does it feel, to know that you are on your own?
Back to the wall against the town that you came from
I know it's real
That aching in your guts for more
I heard your name sailing through the streets of the city
Calling it out above the waves of little town blues
It's hard to reveal that longing in your heart
I know
What you mean is I'm getting in tune
What you mean is you're in my head
What you mean is a little less of the real thing
I know what you mean
Shaking it all, down at Central Station
Tonight's the night, just like Mr. Young said
Into the fire with all you want to leave behind
I know
What you mean is I'm getting in tune
What you mean is you're in my head
What you mean is a little less of the real thing
I know what you mean - Track Name: These Days
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Come alive, let me hear you scream
And drown the world out, let me breathe
In and out, up and down, your lungs can't give enough
I'm fighting for my life, let's tear shit up
'Cause lately I've been holding on too tight
Too scare to take what's mine
And maybe I've been feeling much too calm
To keep on keepin' on these days
Shout it out, shout and be heard
I'm sick of all these lines, it's time they were blurred
Breaking down the walls, I'm out on the loose
I'm not playing any games, this ain't win or lose
I'm not talking any more
You had your chance to prove and it went on and on
I'm not dormant any more
You're bleeding out my youth and it goes on and on
In spite of your intentions
We were bound to find the truth
So we put this thing in motion
Now it's heading straight for you
Come alive, let me hear you scream
These days will go away, I believe
'Cause lately I've been holding on too tight
Too scare to take what's mine
And maybe I've been feeling much too calm
To keep on keepin' on these days - Track Name: Upon the Setting Sun
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Bury it deep, my friend
Slice the wrist of the hand that feeds
It's killing me, killing you
Bury it deep, my friend
We've travelled the road, taken the bends
We kept it alive as long as we can
Bury it deep, my friend
This isn't the time to feign and ignore
I'm on to you, you're on to me
Bury it deep, my friend
Those bridges are burned
we messed up one too many times, ain't that the truth
Bury it deep, my friend
I'm sorry to say this might be the end
Our final days, our last stand
Look what we've become
Look what we've become
Bury the hatchet for all that we've done wrong
Look what we've become
Look what we've become
Bury the hatchet upon the setting sun
Bury it deep, my friend
Hack away at the pride that falls over you
Over me
Bury it deep, my friend
Truth be known, I can't stand to pretend
Another day to contend
Bury it deep, my friend
The sun will set on our time
No matter how hard we try to defend
Look what we've become
Look what we've become
Bury the hatchet for all that we've done wrong
Look what we've become
Look what we've become
Bury the hatchet upon the setting sun - Track Name: Hanging On
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Pick up and run, there ain't no coming back tonight
"No coming back tonight." She said
Where we belong lies beyond the city's bright sky
Let's tear it down tonight, you and I
A fallen town, ashing out poets and dreams
And I know that we are next for the regime
Break me down, you know they'll make a damn fool out of me
Bring me to my knees
Scar me, please.
But I'm hanging on to love
Yes, I'm hanging on to love - Track Name: Kingston
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Kingston swallow me, take the city out of me
And find a better man to lead this revolution
Scarred and untamed, I will change my name
To keep my bones clean, wash the dirt out of them
Knock me to the street.
Help me get back to my feet again.
Kingston swallow me, spit me out and watch me bleed
I’m begging for my life - I need your release
Kingston hold me close, I’ve been housing ghosts
And I need to lick my wounds. Won’t you lick them too?
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bruised, but I do it all again
If I had the choice to let it go
So let me be the one to a place where I belong
Kingston I am your forgotten son
I’m the voice of the voiceless calling out
With vigor I abstain from straining out my words again
Am I coming through? Hear me out, sing the blues!
We’ve waited far to long, now we’re howling at the moon
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bruised, but I do it all again
If I had the choice to let it go
So let me be the one to a place where I belong
Kingston I am your forgotten son - Track Name: We'll Find Movement
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Brothers and sisters, gather around
Let me feel the fire burning you up from the inside out
It's starting to spread
Call on your lovers, their passion won't end
Feel the drip of their sweat, their love will demand
A new start to a brand new day
They say, "Keep it together, keep it all cool."
I say, "Keep that desire and fuck all their rules."
And we find out where we stand...
Feel the fire
Feel the fire
Feel the fire
It's burning a hole
And we find out where we stand... - Track Name: Keep It to Yourself
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Maybe we can start out at the beginning
Pour coffee on our skin until it burns to the bone
I’m claustrophobic in these tight spaces
I feel useless and controlled when I’m not on my own
It’s overwhelming by underachieving
It’s the pot calling the kettle black while living at home
But we find ourselves through motivation
Or, when push comes to shove, lack thereof
So plug me in, get me moving
I’ll become part of the machine that keeps you intoned
Keeps you focused on getting over
Those dreams to become more than a drone - Track Name: Where Do We Go From Here?
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Stay calm, carry on, there's nothing left here to see
Just a little bit of something that's dead and gone
We're cleaning up this scene
Who will you believe, them or me?
Don't panic, it's all okay, we'll even out it seems
Just a couple of doses and a few more pills
Will put you on the right team
Who will you believe, them or me?
Who will you believe, them or me?
Punch in and punching out, burn the midnight oil 'till 3
Let the smoke in your lungs ease all your worries
It's your father on repeat
Who will you believe, them or me?
Who will you believe, them or me?
Who will you believe, them or me? - Track Name: Keep it to Yourself (Bonus Demo)
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Maybe we can start out at the beginning
Pour coffee on our skin until it burns to the bone
I’m claustrophobic in these tight spaces
I feel useless and controlled when I’m not on my own
It’s overwhelming by underachieving
It’s the pot calling the kettle black while living at home
But we find ourselves through motivation
Or, when push comes to shove, lack thereof
So plug me in, get me moving
I’ll become part of the machine that keeps you intoned
Keeps you focused on getting over
Those dreams to become more than a drone
Keep it to yourself
