Exit Bag

by Keelie

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released November 29, 2016

Recorded by Andrew McCready at Keen Music.

Mastered by Andrew McCready

Produced and Mixed by Keelie

All music and lyrics written and arranged by Keelie except -
Track 1 "Feed Me" Music by Kate Harrison and Keelie
Track 5 "Self Deliverance (with a plastic bag)" Pamela White, Violin
Track 6 "By The Balls" Lyrics by Ruston Baldwin, Arranged by Keelie and Ruston Baldwin
Track 10 "Holodomor" Kai Koschmider, Saxophone and Pamela White, Violin

Gang Vox by The Funeral Hecklers Violence Gang -
Devin Janetta, Grzesiek Kowalczyk, MIP, Jenna Strautman and Pamela White.

Cover designed by Dallas Conte

Keelie -
Michael S Childs - Drums
Aaron Florendo - Bass / Back Ground Vox
Mark Watts - Guitar / Vox
James Whitton - Guitar

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Keelie Toronto, Ontario

Keelie1
A disreputable inhabitant of a town or city, especially one from Glasgow.
Origin
Early 19th century: perhaps related to gillie.
Keelie2
A small hawk or falcon, such as the sparrowhawk or kestrel.
Origin
Early 19th century: perhaps imitative of its call.
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Track Name: Feed Me
Why don't you give it a try
Why don't you start with a smile
Tell me the reason

Feed Me

Do you admire
The ones who don't tire
Of feeding the pyre


Does it feel that good to put others down
And try to make them bend and fall down
Is it the season to fill yourself up
By drinking from anothers cup
Feed Me

Why don't you give it a try
Why don't you start with a smile
Tell me why you're so why you're so dark
Tell me why you're so
Feed Me

Do you admire
The ones who don't tire
Of feeding the pyre

Feed Me Feed Me
Track Name: (Yes) Fiyah
I feel different, not so normal
And my normal's kinda different

Hey how didja know what I'd say
And oh can ya see in my soul
Yes fiyah

Of course I'll meet you at the barbers
On the Danforth bring a good mic

Hey how didja know what id say
And oh get outta my soul
Yes Fiyah

Take you to burn

Spot a twenty I'll say its for "food"
I won't be there, but make sure you are

Oh I don't care if you know
And hey I don't care what you say
Yes Fiyah Yes Fiyah
Track Name: Funeral Heckler
No use you didn't care, I'll save I'll save my prayers
You were a shitty man, never one to lend his hand

Funeral Heckler
You're dead and I've won
Funeral Heckler
Rest in peace you'll have none

There will be a sound when you are put in the ground
I'll scream and your truth will come out
Your passing won't be something to be sad about

Funeral Heckler
Dance on your grave
Funeral Heckler
Rest in peace not today
Track Name: On The Block
Give it time your time will come
Come your time then you'll be done
Try to hide and not be found
So when you do don't make a sound

On the block

You don't need to puff your chest
Cause that's what's got you in this mess
Lead you down your final walk
Pay your debt to the chopping block
Track Name: Self Deliverance (with a plastic bag)
Take these pills and sleep
Sealed the bag round my neck
So I don't wake up

Self deliverance
With a plastic bag
Hypoxia

Roastin bag with sedative
These are what I choose to exit with
Roastin bag with sedative
These are what I choose to exit with
This is my final exodus
This is my final exodus
This is my final exodus
Exit bag, self deliverance
Track Name: By The Balls
B
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B
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You got me by the balls

You got me
Track Name: Stop (we’ve got to)
Why should we be what we think others should see
How many years will we run from our fears

We’ve got to stop

Stop this falling, stop our running
From the dark parts that trap our hearts

No more the fools, we can see and live through new
Eyes and views that see the same old paths have changed



We’ve got to stop
Track Name: Oh, Control
You wanted to see how good it could be
And you wanted to know how far it can go
Oh control

It's not up to me, it's not that kind of machine
It's not the people you know, it's not the places you've been
Oh control, oh contentment seize me

Black tops that seem so real
Is it better now that you're getting your fill or
Falling in or out all over again

Calling on need, so far from falling asleep
And now nobody's aware that the body is there
Oh control

Who do you need when you're confined to the dream
Conflicting a thought and despising the scene
Oh control, oh contentment seize me

How far will you let it go?
And how long til you
Fake it and make it and break it and take it and shake it off
Track Name: Movin' Bricks
Say I'm emotional
That I don't see
But I think my
Visions quite clear
You've become a pest
You don't like the sound
So you call
The biggest bullies in town
And we go round and round

Movin'

You won't stop
With your badgering texts
Then tell me that
I should feel so blessed
Well I count those things
each and every day
And pray for the move
That'll keep your dogs at bay
And we go round and round

Movin' bricks
Track Name: Holodomor
'In essence the question is a rural question'
Lies and lies farming hell take their food steal what they sell
'Deal the kulaks a crushing blow'
The rest of the world they will not know.
Deny what's really going on
Starve their truth cause they won't belong
- Holodomor
I'm in power you have none
And I will watch you starve
Man made famine
'Collectivization'
They'll be forced to give up their land
'Dekulakization'
30,000 dead a day
I'm in power you have none
And I will watch you starve
Track Name: Kick It
Hey mutha fucka!
You's a sucka!

Kick it!
Track Name: Bad Bus Driver
I dont wanna take a ride on your bus
I don't wanna travel anywhere with you
I don't wanna have to see you in the rear view
See the face of a man who hates his job
I dont wanna say good morning to a grump
I don't wanna have to do an eye to eye
I don't wanna have to see a fake smile
See the face of a man who hates his job
You hate your job
Track Name: My Place
My head my eyes my arms
They're all mine
My home my floors my couch
Your shoes off
My place
My fridge my beer my bottle
Don't drink them
My pipe my skins my weed
Don't smoke it

It's a long way down. Long way down

My books my discs my things
They're all mine
You know you need my nod
This is my place

It's a long way down. Long way down

My place
Track Name: Try It Out Baby
Try it out baby. Try it now.