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The Fridge

Lone Brethren


The Refrigerator Blues


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

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


Pic of Luc playing favourite 12-String
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SPEC·TRYUM (spektryəm) noun 1. used to classify the expression of pleasure at eating, or at the prospect of eating, a particular food, or to suggest that its consumption can be classified, in terms of its position on a pleasure scale between two extreme or opposite points, e.g. "at the very top or the very bottom of the spectryum". Origin: See 2018-01-27 blog post

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