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When the band that would eventually become Lone Brethren played their first two gigs, (back-to-back sold out shows complete with professional sound, professional lights, and multiple ovations from appreciative crowds in the hundreds), they were faced with a dilemma: How on earth do you "one-up" that experience?

A name change, a new bassist, and six months later, they did what any self-respecting originals band would do. They entered the studio. The initial thought was to quickly cut a demo to help get the word out, but considering all five band members write and/or compose (collectively in the hundreds of songs), the song list just grew and grew. And so, the demo became an EP, and the EP became a full blown debut CD complete with a zinger of a song to help propel their home team, The Senators, into the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

Experience one-upped? Check. Dilemma solved? Uhm... no.

How will they go bigger and better next time? What will they come up with?

This is where they're at today. The balance of this story is, quite literally, up to you.

Listen to the music and become fans/friends with them on Facebook. Spread the word that there's a band that needs reviving and that there's a movement afoot to do just that... ...and that you're at the leading edge of it.

Thanks for being here.

Lone Brethren
SanCartier/Dumanski

Lyrics

Stand up, this is no game
You'll lose it all and win it back again
This is your time, there's no right time
To get what's yours or else it's just a crime

If you sit there, they'll just claw back
Don't let them tell you what you can't get back
They'll try to break you, try to hurt you
Your time is way overdue

     Don't try Baby...
     to get me down

Stand up, just keep going
You'll never know if you just stay the same
This is your ground that you stand on
Gotta get to it before it's all gone
This is one race that you can't lose
Just keep goin' you've got no excuse
So just stand up and just let go
Cause no one tells you just how far to go
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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
SanCartier

Lyrics

Standin' in a crowded room
I can't breathe and I can't move
Nothin' I can do but stay right here

Wind blows in from a knocked down door
Looks like I'll wait no more
You just walked in and cleared the room

     Now I just want to let you know
     I got nowhere I wanna go
     There ain't no place I'd rather be

     From the dawn of day, 'til the end of time
     Love me, Baby, like you do
     In my dreams or in my car
     Don't matter where you are
     Love me, Baby, like you do

Lyin' here next to you
Bit off more than I can chew
But I've got my life to spend with you
My eyes are fixed right on you
Never want to let you go
You see this man was made for you
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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
Dumanski/Normand/Normand

Story

The Refrigerator Blues

Lyrics

Well you drove through town, barely 'nough time
To throw me your keys and drive away
Finally fed up with bein' shacked up
With the skinniest kid this side of the Bay

Now I'm gettin' down, I'm feelin' gritty
This cute little baby face ain't lookin' so purty
They say when you're depressed you always eat
Think I'll fry myself up a side of beef

     But sixteen snacks and a big meal later
     There ain't no food in the refrigerator
     And it's lookin' and feelin' oddly like my heart
     It's cold and bare and that light in there
     Once the door's shut doesn't give a spark
     Yeah this fridge is lookin' awfully like my heart

        I got low fat this & that...
        Flat coke & cracker jacks
        Left over ham that's startin' to look like spam
        Somethin' in the crisper...
        thought I heard it whisper
        "You never deserved her, man!"
        Maybe I'll get buttered up...
        be your little buttercup
        Maybe then you'll come back home
        But I gotta get beefed up...
        ...Quick! Somebody get me to the drive-thru window

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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
Normand/Cage/Gentle/Saumure/Zentner

Lyrics

I wish I could be a fly upon the wall
To see if your pretty face would light up or fall
Then I'd be there to hear just what you would say
When you get the flowers I sent you today...

     I wish... you could be mine

I wish I was a frog livin' in a pond
Just to see you swimmin' with no clothes on
On my big lily pad I'd pucker up for a kiss
Hopin’ I could be your fairy tale prince...

     I wish... I wish you...
     I wish... you could be mine

I wish I could be a thought that gets inside your mind
Then you could do my thinking cause I'm not the thoughtful kind
If I could be your glasses why then you could see through me
I would bring your full attention to things you cannot see...

        I wish I was a novel,
        the kind you’d read in bed
        Then I'd be there to comfort you
        with words I wish I'd said
        My spine may have been tattered
        and my cover showing through (but at least)
        Every time you'd turn the page
        I'd get another... look at you

     I wish... I wish you...
     I wish... you could be mine

I wish you were a spider in an abandoned garden shed
Then I could be a spider too and get caught up in your web
Then the birds and the bees well they'd have nothin' on me
Cause I'd have eight furry legs and they’d all aim to please...

     I wish... I wish you...
     I wish... you could be mine

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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
Normand

Lyrics

Yeah I was listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd on the radio
And you didn’t say a word as you walked out the door
The music’s been playin’ loud,
but the mood’s been way down low
Oh, you’re gonna have to go

Yeah, Van was goin’ ballistic about
somethin’ goin’ mystic in the lyrics
And as you walked down the street
my feet were keepin’ the beat to the music
You’ve been livin’ in a dream
and I’ve been tryin’ to scream
Please get realistic!
Oh, you’re gonna have to go

I’m sayin’ "Hey, what’s your name?
I don’t know you any more"
I’m sayin’ "Hey, what’s your game?
You been draggin’ me way down low"
You’re gonna have to go

Yeah I overheard the neighbours
talkin’ on their front lawn
I said "Oh no, no. You see...
you’ve got it all wrong"
We were only room-mates all along
They said "By God young man,
what could’ve led her along?"
"She’s got her pattern picked out,
her maid of honour no doubt!"

Oh, you’re gonna have to go...
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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
SanCartier

Lyrics

Don't want to be a matter of time
You seem as if you're drifting deeper inside your mind
I dread to think about your feelings so far
And all these things just go further inside my scar

Don't want to be a matter of time
The stage is set, we've got a sold out crowd tonight
Am I not a player in your life?
An understudy who's not playin' the part

     I can't let go...
     I know it's crazy but I won't let go
     If I could be strong
     I would not be here cause you don't belong

Don't want to be a matter of time
As seconds pass I count the ones when you still want me
I've built my life around your feelings for me
I just can't seem to get my feet to retouch the ground

Don't want to be a matter of time
Your every word just cuts through me when we just don't see
The strangest feeling that we've been here before
The road has ended, we just keep goin' back

       You've got me holdin'
       You've got me hoping you will stay...
       don't walk away
       You've got me holdin'
       And I would rather play the fool...
       and let you stay
       And let you tell me when to go...

Don't belong... don't belong...

Don't want to be a matter of time

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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
Heffern/Normand

Lyrics

Every time I look at you
I marvel at the beautiful things you do
How you work 'til the evening's through
That driven look in your eyes of blue

Our little home out on the range
Far from city life, twisted and strange
The more things change, the more they stay the same

     And we will never be much...

Maybe the better life has passed us by
Beholding it from outside eyes
It all depends how high you fly
The measuring stick you measure by

You send me to the clouds in the sky
A healthy share of life and humble pie
We never care when people ask us why...

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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
Normand

Lyrics

Those who say life’s got its ups and downs
Ain’t ever lived in my home town
You can gauge your day where I come from
By the size of the hill you just tumbled from
And the old folks got their favourite line

"This mountain ain’t gettin’ any smaller...
No stairs, elevators, just this steep incline...
...so you’d better learn to climb..."

So you start to climb on your hands and knees
You look like you’re beggin’ "Help me, please!"
You wear out your pride like an old pair of shoes
Whoever said we had to pay your dues?
And there ain’t much ground I’ve left behind...

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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
Dumanski/Normand

Lyrics

The Zamboni's comin' off the ice
My skates are sharpened and they're feeling nice, oh yeah...

I'm dipsy-doodlin' all around your net
You try to catch me but I'm not done yet
Oh no... Woh Waddah Waddah Waddoh

And in the stands the fans all go insane
As our team puts yours to shame
Oh yeah... You'll never get my puck!

Nothin' but hockey coursin' through my veins
Rackin' up goals is the name of the game
But not for you, cause you'll never get my puck!

Yeah, we'll take the Cup...
Cuz you'll never get my puck!

I'm goin' crazy... goin' crazy... goin' crazy...
I'm Cup crazy... Cup crazy... Cup crazy... You'll never get my puck!

One mission's all we got today
You're gonna feel the ice is tilted our way
I wish you luck... but you'll never get my puck!

We'll shake your hand when your season's done
Four-puttin', bogeys, and mulligans
Off-season sucks! Cuz you never got my puck!

Yeah, we'll take the Cup...
Cuz you'll never get my puck!

I'm goin' crazy... goin' crazy... goin' crazy...
Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I'm Cup crazy

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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Lone Brethren
Normand

Lyrics

Megan is crying tonight, it's a shame
I guess not every love you find is the kind that never ends
And she knows, this one did a long time ago
There's an empty heart now, where it used to overflow

The tears have all dried up and she's tryin' hard
To forget a broken dream that fell like a shooting star
And I know, she'll survive, she's been there before
Every time I see her, I feel I'm knocking on her door

     Megan please answer, you are a lonely girl
     And I am just a poor boy, who would give you the world
     Your love has died, but I can give you mine
     Megan please be here in my arms tonight

Megan is crying tonight, it's a shame
I guess not every love you find is the kind that never ends
And I know, she'll survive, she's been there before
Every time I see her, I feel I'm knocking on her door

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Produced by Lone Brethren
Recorded & mastered @ Jonoville Studios
© 2011 Lone Brethren. All Rights Reserved.
www.LoneBrethren.com
Paul Allen – Drums, Percussion
Luc Normand – Vocals, Guitars
Terry SanCartier – Vocals, Keyboards
Ian Dumanski – Lead Guitar
Dylan Heffern – Backing Vocals, Bass

Credits...

Pic of Luc playing favourite 12-String
by Leon T. Switzer (www.TotalPhoto.ca)

Latest Creation...

 

Current status...

In studio, working on next release tentatively entitled "Valley Roots".

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