Self​-​titled (2012)

by Bucky Harris

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Recorded slowly over the 2011 year, this is the debut album by Montreal based band Bucky Harris.

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released June 15, 2012

All artwork by Michael Mason

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Track Name: Oli's Song
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
He’d drifted away
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
A year and a day
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
But returned wonderfully depraved
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
He traveled land
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
And weathered his hands
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
On the circus life abroad
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
Then made his way home
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
To deliver a blow
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
To the chastity of all
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
And the bass overlayed
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
In the upcoming waves
Pretty pneumatic monsta!
Is the gift unto Bucky he gave!

Babylon can come crashing down but he’ll keep his feet planted!
Taking root, he shall withstand, this master acrobatic!
Track Name: The Tide
Counting sheep in bars, glory days are the words
That play hopscotch across this table top
where your face planted so hard.
and with the beer drops that collect, I try trace familiar
but recognition is lost on these horizontal laid eyes
I remember our first shows, how anxiety would roam
they’ll praise you, dissect you, then critique your bones,
We built a habitat of fancy, dramatists and flings,
behind lenses perfected script dress and singing
And we’d sing “oh no
This aint how it goes
I’ve known, so long
That this hall aint a home"

But down by the shore, the kids still laugh as the tide licks their toes
And we would walk
Down to the shore
And we’d watch as those girls would walk by, with a swing in their step

And we would walk
Down to the shore
And watch as the boys would grin wide running combs through their hair


Spent the past 2 years painting the same 4 damn walls,
There was a colour I could taste but my brushstrokes fell short
All the while a skylark tapped at my window pane
oblivious was I until yesterday
And the song “we sung
Seemed to clear out my lungs
who though something so small
seemed to clear out my lungs"


But down by the shore, the kids still laugh as the tide licks their toes
And we would walk
Down to the shore
And we’d watch as those girls would walk by, with a swing in their step

And we would walk
Down to the shore
And watch as the boys would grin wide running combs through their hair

(we are the dead and rising sons, we march despite our growing hate.
We are the dead, now risen sons, we march despite this growing weight)
Track Name: Sailor & Swan
Oh your crooked toes, how they,
They trace these, these dusty lines across hardwood floors.
Oh how these ankles grown, and them
Them bandages seem so much redder than last night.
Yes and lord only knows, how we,
We learned that, aboard these ships, you must trust in the albatross.
But when I watch you dance, delirious on this ship,
I cannot help but feel the dark bird is master.

I...
Lay on this barge, looking for help in constellations
I...
Heard the tapping of her toes

And as we approached a landmass, which I spied through my trembling fingers, I dared not believe what my eyes claimed. Home. I looked to the swan and she smiled wide but I trusted not the white of her teeth but feared truth lay in the blackness of her feathered dress, but I prayed, I wept, I pleaded “lady, take me home and to you I leave your dance, my guilt and repentance. Perhaps she simply wished to torment me, but we had drawn close enough to see… the street! Lights!

I...
Lay on this barge, looking for help in constellations
I...
Heard the tapping of her toes
Track Name: Kaleidoscope
Baby Boy born into this world, pretty and pink and malleable, and
fresh like unmarked earth.
Sitting in the backseat, of his parents pretty white new four-door
sedan, they’re going to give him the world.
With a mother to lean on, and a father to teach him, but why are we
always giving our kids these outdated books to teeth on?
I said “mom and dad, you really love that kid?” take the pillow off his face.

Baby grows starts to play in parks, learns to swing and his fists grow
hard, he’s trying to touch some stars.
Mother sits on the park bench, always with a fresh latte in hand, she
starts to grow concerned.
She says boy come over, put your head on mom’s shoulder, can’t you
sense that this bosom is the only safe place for ya.
Mother’s kiss, is your chance, to feel the only real tenderness, open
up to my kaleidoscope haze.

Chorus:
Baby! oh baby! We’ll we’re falling, we’re falling,
drinking and smoking, all alcoholics,
I
Just wanna let you down, to the ground
Cause I’m drowning, oh father!

Baby boy grew into a man, milk did good and the sun soaked, mom and
dad kept the oxygen thin.
They’re so damn proud of their little man, and all his
accomplishments, but most of all their great parenting.
Mother claims the taste she gave, taught baby to behave, father claims
it was the sports, and the time with the boys and the locker room
atmosphere.
But in his closet at home sits the severed heads of every boy and girl
who have ever said “no!”, the boy’s lost in the kaleidoscope haze!

Baby! oh baby! We’ll we’re falling, we’re falling,
drinking and smoking, all alcoholics,
I
Just wanna let you down, to the ground
Cause I’m drowning, oh father!

Baseline. Decline. Pillow talk. Rewind
Eugenics. The plan. 5 years. Begin.
Progress. Implant. Test tube. Proceed.
It grows. They feed. Design. Disease.

I don’t wanna go on down to the well my father
Because I cannot breathe when you hold my head under water
Track Name: Motherspeak
Mama says that driftwood is the only kind a man should get
She also claims that solace and solitude are the best of friends
Mama says the shoreline is rife with the whalesongs of the misbehaved
Populated by the offspring of boredom and romanticists.
Mama says that you’d be wise to keep it in the family,
When all else fails there’s room a’plenty for love in the vein of sodomy.
Mama says the comatose sit to the left of Godliness,
She knows for certain… Cause she sits to the right of him.
Mama says the written word was a gift so man may know his place
Not for flourish or inquiry but statements of god’s plain wordly things
Mama sings the songs of truth, she smells approaching reckoning,
She claims that man has dug too deep but we few good will soon be free.
Mama says the introverts have dabbled in dark materials,
Misbehaved to the worst degree, with experiments in blasphemy.
Mama says to hold her hand and trust in the strength of blood and bone
Mama says a lot of things….

My skin was screaming, crawling like spiderbites
The earth was ringing, I’m alive oh I’m alive
Mama chastised, She found my thinking book.
Beat me bloody, don’t you turn your back on us…

Chorus
The skyline. Is looking blood red like my brow.
The brainvine. its keep on crawling, creepin’ and a crawling
The skyline. Mama said you bastard don’t question up,
Bring tarnation on your family?

Here comes the storm!
Track Name: Himalayan Mountain Lion
Himalayan Mountain Lion, oh so quick to remove a spine .
(way down)
From atop your rocky perch you spy a rabbit hole.
You lunge, half-hearted, Draw blood, take a warm drink.
And you take a bite of flesh, but your nose says
there’s something amiss.
(Why?)
the taste is the same but there’s something that just don’t fit.
Himalayan Mountain Lion, a simple thorn could leave you blind
(helpless)
Yet with your pelt and heavy paws you leap into any fray.
Your blood, it boils, but these days, the heat is dying down.
And your eyes don’t shine so bright, and the
Kill don’t do what it used to.
(now)
You toss and turn on the ledge where you used to sleep so well.

Himalayan Mountain lion, you got a demon down low
And it’s creeping around your gut.
Himalayan Montain Lion, The rot is subtle to spread,
But it growls as it nibbles away. (feed me, feed meee e eeeh)
Himalayan Mountain Lion, Oh lordy lordy,
Tell me when! Tell me when your pelt lost it’s sheen.
Himalayan Mountain Lion, Can’t you find the cancer?
Bite it off, chew it up and spit it out,
You seem so goddamn resigned….

There's a steam train,
that runs along the Sahara,
They've been working on the tracks for decades,
But they can't seem to find a place to call the end of the line
Track Name: Hey Mama!
I’m running this night, blood in my feet feeling the winter’s deadened heat,
And through the pines, I’m trying to find myself a straight line,
I know there’s no room to grow, the branches brush but your icicles gnaw,
As the blood begins to seep, my mind begins to creep…

The great divide
This slip and slide
Can I slip inside
This great divide

Hey mama come on, now shake it out
Knock knock, knock knock, knock me up!
Hey mama come on, now shake it out
Knock knock, knock knock, knock me up!

As I pass this line of trees, that seemed so dear to me,
The shakes have started to breed, oh my step grows staggered and mybreath gets ragged.
Oh I know, I know, that your pretty lines holds so god damn much soul,
And my mind still goes, well it goes, it goes, it goes to the

The great divide
This slip and slide
Can I slip inside
This great divide

Hey mama come on, now shake it out
Knock knock, knock knock, knock me up!
Hey mama come on, now shake it out
Knock knock, knock knock, knock me up!

I know, watch us as we fall,
I know, that it’s not too far,

I cast myself out to sea, in search of simplicity,
I thought the waves might catch up and knock the breath out of me.
And maybe by chance, devoid of a sense of self
The sea creatures might find a spot for this man on a tectonic shelf
But it was not meant to be, they left me,
Like a waterlogged dog on the moor, I watched it crawl out my mouth
And it broke every branch oh so desperately like…

I know, watch us as we fall,
I know, that it’s not too far,
Track Name: Cappadocia
Heard you built quite the nest in Cappadocia
I know you might expect a bitterness from these lips but I’m proud of
all you’ve done.
Word is the sun’s bright and the landspace’s a kick to the stomach,
But some things are out of my reach, I’m blessed with simple cold bricks walls.
Not long ago I went down to the old park, where shadows of,
40s and swinging contests chased me around,
I dug a whole in the sand to hide,
An old twead jacket attacked from behind


I heard through old friends that you filled that home with family
That you found a good job and you’re raising golden kids
I heard that man is quick strong, dark and fits every criteria, he’s a diamond
And your momma can’t help but sing his praise to all her friends.
Here I sit making sketches of yesterday, homemade beer in hand,
And I can’t seem to help but sit and edit to my bronze age,
I remember the blight, but only taste the Queen’s Blizzard Nights.

We finally lined up some shows overseas, and I’m
Looking down at my shoes kicking the dirt wondering if you might wanna come
I promise I hung the boxing gloves up awhile back now,
I’ll be a total gentleman, shake hands, kiss babies, I wont even get that drunk.
I know we left ourselves on the shoreline, but I wonder still
Did you, keep a few shells in your pocket like I did,
I guess in the end, they’re just relics of an old sentimentalist.


Darling we arrived late last night in Cappadocia
And lord the night was cold and lonely in that van.
I couldn’t believe the familiar face in the front row
A face you’ve shared with the little ones around your waist.
Darling we played late into the night in Cappadocia.
And lord the night was cold and fucking sleepless
afterwards in the van.
I couldn’t believe all the almost familiar faces in the front row,
But I didn’t recognize their eyes, dear lord if I only
could’ve replaced those eyes.
Track Name: Borderlines
I got my Borderline/ Pretty cars and Pickup lines/
Lying facedown in the grime/ Kiss my pretty frown/
I come like Dynamite/ See that twinkle in my eye/
Make my way down tonight/ Won’t you kiss my pretty frown/

Finding joy in the most unlikely holes
Blood in my face, oh I’m looking to spread some love.
Feels so good when they crumble under my weight.
Step into the bar, you can call me a deadshot.
The man at the bar I broke his nose, the boys at the jukebox I
couldn’t let them go.
I wanna see ‘em bleed cause I cant get what I really long for.
I see the truth in their eyes, they tease, tease.

I got my Borderline/ Pretty cars and Pickup lines/
Lying facedown in the grime/ Kiss my pretty frown/
I come like Dynamite/ See that twinkle in my eye/
Make my way down tonight/ Won’t you kiss my pretty frown/
Track Name: The Road
At nighttime, across the road,
I swear I saw a ghost.
She was stumbling, fumbling
Trying to grasp the rail, that lined her path
I ran, and tried, to follow
The shimmering trail that she, left in her wake,
But it was quick to dissipate,
And I was left alone, except an old man, a ways up the lane.

Hunched almost to his knees, I offered him my hand,
At first he accepted but I felt his wary glance,
And as we walked along through those dark woods
He finally threw down my hand and said “I know you mean good”
But behind those eyes I see death

That’s what he screamed… and how they bleed, they bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed.
Like oil from the ground, oh from the ground.
So Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!
Won’t you lay me Down
Cause I Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed!
Watch it bubble from the Ground.

Now back, along, that road
I can upon a cottage I swore that I know
And so I ventured up,
And on the porch there sat a woman who smiled, so pleasantly.
She offered me both food and drink
And being tired and trusting those pearly white teeth
So I indulged a bit, but soon enough,
the weight fell on my eyes, and I fell fast asleep

I felt the ebb and flow, as the tide tried to pull me in
A million slippery fingers making promises of gin
But I peeled them all off and pulled myself up
The woman was gone and the door was bolted shut
A simple note remained it read “my dear boy!”

“Oh how you screamed!” and those damned eyes, they bleed bleed bleed bleed,
Like oil from the ground, oh from the ground.
So Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!
Won’t you lay me Down
Cause I Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed!
Watch it bubble from the Ground

And so we all drink
And so we all die
And we search our graves
Just to know we’re alive

And so we all sing
And we’ll raise our pints
Cause the dust in our lungs
Let’s us know we’ve survived.