At Yer Place

by The Party on High Street

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An all-acoustic funk-folk amalgamation

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released March 17, 2015

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The Party On High Street Victoria, British Columbia

Since finding each other in Nelson, B.C. seven years ago The Party On High Street has worked tirelessly to bring it's signature feel-good funk jams to the people!
We are currently in studio recording our next album which will be entirely acoustic!
Catch us on our album release tour spring 2015 in Canadian city near you!
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Track Name: Jazz
Well damn, my dog just died
I guess it was her time
I put her in the dirt where she lived her life
And where I spent most of mine

Walkin’ back to the car
Wipe a tear up off my face
With a squishy step, and a grinnin’ lip
I looked down and started to sing
And I sang

Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo
I got scat on my shoe
Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo
Got a little jazz on my blues
Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo
I got scat on my shoe
What am I to do with all this funk on my soul
well I stepped in it for you

I drove over to the pub
Go play pool for a bit
Well rig-a-ling-a-ling and I met you
Out in the smoke pit

You called me a name or two
You’ve been brushing up on your french
Well Le puppy le lieu, had gotten to you
And this is what I said
And I said

Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo
I got scat on my shoe
Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo
Got a little jazz on my blues
Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo
I got scat on my shoe
What am I to do with all this funk on my soul
well I stepped in it for you
Yeah I stepped in it for you
Track Name: Second Hand
I got holes in my pants
(holes in my pants)
Holes in my pants
I got holes in my pants
(holes in my pants)
To help me keep my cool

Oh yeah
Damn that feels good
I got a new pair over there
But I like my second hand better

I got holes in my pants
(holes in my pants)
Holes in my pants
I got holes in my pants
(holes in my pants)
To help me keep my cool

Oh yeah
Man that feels nice
I’ve tried on my fair share
And I like my second hand better

I got holes in my soul
(holes in my soul)
Holes in my soul
I got holes in my soul
(holes in my soul)
To keep my feet on the ground

Oh yeah
And they work with my thumb
But you’re looking back with your right
Thats what my second hand’s better

I got holes in my head
(holes in my head)
Holes in my head
I got holes in my head
(holes in my head)
To put some piece of mind

Oh yeah
And it takes time to heal
I’m starin’ at the big hand
But I like the second hand better
I like my second hand better
Track Name: Tired of it All
Somethin’s startin’ to tweak and I can’t quite put my finger on it
So I guess I’ll just lay down my hand and hope I win
The old man said “If you ain’t full of shit,
You probably just don’t eat enough”
Riki-tiki-tavi yeah the mongoose is still crash in’ on the couch
but I wouldn’t go near him, he’s a bit of a grouch
He tried to bite me when I tried to steal his magical pouch
But I don’t think he’s that tough
Jumpin’ off a cliff with absolutely no intention to die
All I really wanted to do was smell the sky
And oh my my why I think it’s gone ripe
All the clouds have turned brown, and the blue taste’s like shite
And I forgot my kite, and I can’t find my fly
And there’s nothin’ to stop me from fallen’ all night
Except maybe the ground, which is on it’s way up
So I’ll just close my eyes

Thank you for waking me up
yeah the sandman was getting’ rough
well I know it’s not real, but the knight could be real
You could call me sir real
Thank you for bringing’ me back
Where making sense is where it’s at
Well I know it’s not real, yeah I know it’s not real
I’m just getting’ a little tired of it all

Climbin’ back up the cliff upside down with only my feet
Just to carry a big fat basket full of meat
And I have to ask myself when I reach the peak
“How did I get here”?
Luckily at the top there’s my friend with a sezna plane
And he says he only takes fresh game as pay
So I hop in shot gun, shoot through the grunge
Pop up and the plunge, then nose dive to a lunge
And we crashed into the grass of southern africa, and after climbing out
We saw the sun-drought tundra plundered with hundreds of little popsicles,
“Take a lick if you like”, the little tiki lad cried
I think I might, but I know the price

Thank you for the little nudge
But I have to admit I was having fun
Well I know it’s not real, yeah I know it’s not real,
Let me tell you ‘bout real

The bills, the cage, the man, the rage
The scream, the cheat, the hoax, the heat
The flu, the blues, that prove the lies
The double quarter-pounder with fries
Insomnia’s making me ill
I think I’ll pop a little pill

Thank you for putting’ me down
I was starting to lose my ground
Well I know it’s not real, but the knight could be real
You could call me sir real
Thank you for letting me sleep
That’s where I want to be
Well I know it’s not real, yeah I know it’s not real
I’m just getting’ a little tired of it all
Getting’ a little tired of it all
Track Name: Tug of War
Ba-ba-ba bitch got my bone
And she won’t let go
Bitch got my bone
That pup just does it for sport
Bitch got my bone
And she won’t let go
I’m holding on to my pride
‘Cause it’s tug of war

I just don’t understand
It’s not hers to keep
What I hold in my hand
She’s got in her teeth
Maybe I got it all wrong
It might not be about scrap meat
Maybe she’s just pulling me along
Into the doghouse to feast

Ba-ba-ba bitch got my bone
And she won’t let go
Bitch got my bone
That pup just does it for sport
Bitch got my bone
And she won’t let go
I’m holding on to my pride
‘Cause it’s tug of war

Sometimes I feel a little used
When I sit alone
She’ll only ever come to you
If you got a bone
So eat up all of your steaks
And leave the marrow for the hound
‘Cause if you think you got what it takes
Be ready to get pounced

Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Snarlin’ through her fangs
Her eyes are set to kill
Winnin’ is not her thang
Her goal’s just to get her fill

Ba-ba-ba bitch got my bone
And she won’t let go
Bitch got my bone
That pup just does it for sport
Bitch got my bone
And she won’t let go
Well I let go of my pride
And won tug of war
Track Name: To Much to Think
I dream lucidly when I drive
Between the painted white and yellow eyes
I see your turn just past the trees
And breathe deep as I swerve asleep

I know two wrongs don’t make a right
And I only mean the best
I sure as hell ain’t join’ strait
And that is why I took three lefts

Now I’m swimming in the bottles bottom
And I’ve had to much to think
I’m staring in the eyes of autumn
And I’m drinking about you

I woke in my bed with a beating head
A note beside me said

I know two wrongs don’t make a right
And I think you mean the best
But when you can’t even see strait
You were lucky I was left

Now I’m swimming in the bottles bottom
And I’ve had to much to think
I’m staring in the eyes of autumn
And I’m drinking about you
Track Name: Master Race
She calls herself the master race
But she wouldn’t let me run
Nobody ever gets to chase
Until the suit shoots the gun
Now there’s powder on my shoe
Nobody ever asked why
Nobody ever has to lose
In a good ol’ fashion tie

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-choo
Yeah you smell just like a flower
I bet you’re pollinatin’ soon
You better step inside the shower
‘Cause somewhere past the bend
Hay fever thumbed a ride
I guess nobody wins
In a good ol’ fashion tie

I like my vegetables raw
So I can taste it’s past
So why you cooking’ that so long
just trying’ to make the fast last
I’ll take it strait from the tin
But you can taste the price
At least everyone wins
With a good ol’ tasty thai

Cock-a-doodle-doodle bang
yeah someone finally capped the rooster
Who pulled the trigger on that thang
Thank god it could of happened sooner
But I bet I know who
Someone who won’t deny
That everybody must lose
In a good ol’ fashion tie

duck-duck-duck-duck-duck-duck goose
Yeah you finally let me run
Now the dogs are on the loose
That sounded like the same gun
And I bet I know who
Someone who can’t deny
That everybody must choose
In a good ol’ fashion tie
Track Name: Bonzai
I got a friend who likes to grow tiny little trees
He has tiny little hands, and tiny little dreams
Has a tiny little hut, and tiny little gloves
And anything he’s got, he’s got tiny little of

Sometimes I like to visit, but never unannounced
If I walk in to big I get the boot from his house
I like to get on his nerve’s, to get that big rise
But only to cut somthin’ else down to size

It’s just one more snip
Off the bonsai tree of friendship
It’s just one more snip
Off the bonsai tree of friendship
It’s just one more snip
Off the bonsai tree of friendship
It’s just one more snip

He grows tiny little trees, and I know it ain’t for science
I think he wants to feel like a tiny little giant
I call him out on this, he brings up a big point
He says I can’t enjoy the little things in life

It’s just one more snip
Off the bonsai tree of friendship

Nature’s not the same old nature of the past
Instead of just remove, you can graph a branch
The trick is to trim in all the right places
Keep the foliage lush, and leave room for some spaces

It’s just one more snip
Off the bonsai tree of friendship
Track Name: Who Brought the Match?
The axe plummets from the sky to split fuel for the fire
And the dog is chained outside because he called me a liar
The leader’s been conscripted, now the peasant is in charge
We like to keep our dreams small, so it’s easy to live large

The fire’s almost ready
But who brought the match?

The knife widdle’s down a piece, to split kindling’ for the flame
And the kids all play with gasoline when the water fight gets lame
They climb up the snakes when winning doesn’t matter
But they fall down with the serpents when they slither down the ladders

The fire’s almost ready
But who brought the match?

The hand crumples up the paper that the nation’s use to learn
The world’s present story is best used to burn
The dog finally broke his collar and he pissed all on my walls
Now I eat what I’m told, and always come when I’m called

The fire’s almost ready
But who brought the match?
Track Name: Swirlin' Around in the John
I’m float in’ down the highway on a concrete stream
With a bladder full of piss and a head full of dreams
Watching the ground turn from green to brown
We found a little town that was big time bound
All the cars had turned to trucks, and all the bar stars were bruised
I guess they still had sidewalks, but they never got used
So on and on we went, just to gone to be wrong
But we couldn’t unclog ourselves from Fort St. John

Now I’m Swirlin’ around in the john
Swirlin around in the john
It all flows down a pit
And we’re all a piece of it
Yeah I’m swirling around in the john

I woke up in the morning’ with a grumble in my tummy
So I slid open the door to the van for some honey
but the door just kept on sliding’ clear off the van
Looks like we have a sticky situation on our hands
Well we jimmy-rigged it all together with a rope
To go find a mechanic who might not mind that we’re broke
We found an old man who shook his head at what we did
And he flushed our system and he closed our lid
We squeezed back in and were packing’ a load
There were porcelain clouds on a glorious road
But we got T-boned by a deer trying to squeeze it out of town
So I guess we best just keep swirlin’ around

Now I’m Swirlin’ around in the john
Swirlin around in the john
It all flows down a pit
And we’re all a piece of it
Yeah I’m swirling around in the john

Standin’ in the rain trying to thumb a ride
I’ve been soaking for days, and I’m on the scruffy side
Not that it matters, ‘cause it’s not up to me
Only the great hand of god can flush me free
Well the water’s rising quickly and the sewers all are filled
I’d run for higher ground, but I can’t see a hill
So god if you can grant me just a smidgen of hope
I’ll get a job and put a down payment on a boat

And forever be Swirlin’ around in the john
Swirlin around in the john
It all flows down a pit
And we’re all a piece of it
Yeah I’m swirling around in the john
You might as well just sit
‘Cause everybody gets stuck sometime or another
I’m swirling’ around in the john
Track Name: Customs Office
I’m sleeping on the floor of the customs office
Wishing I was high, but just feeling a bit noxious
I’ve been traveling around a long long time
And I almost made it home until they put me in this line
Well it coulda’ been the dreads, it could have been a scam
It could have been me passport that said Amsterdam
Coulda’ been my buddy with the big blonde ‘fro
Or my brother on the guitar rocking’ out like a mofo (yo)
But nevertheless here we are
We got an hour left until our plane is gone
When will the cops understand
If we were smuggling’ drugs we wouldn’t dress like a band

(‘Cause this is the border, and I’m in charge
Livin’ large, a barrage, your freedoms, I demean ‘em
I’m inspecting you deep, while protecting the sheep
And I’ll be haunting you in your pathetic sleep
I’m projecting my insecurities through this obscenity
You better say please, or pay the fees, you’ll be on your knees,
Think you can pass? well you better think fast
Or you’re gonna get a big ol’ shock-a-blast)

There must of been ten cops there that we could see
Oh yeah, you think that they’d at least pretend to look a little busy
Well we finally got called up, split into different groups
All fatigued and confused, as we all got interviewed
(I said sonny, you ever smoke dope)
Nope
(You ever hop into a shop to rock that foreign pot
I hope you washed your bag down with soap)
Nope
(‘Cause I’m swabbing’ that shit
And if it’s there, you’re toast)
So he reached in carefully, and the first thing he could see
Was a CD in a sleeve that looked awfuly empty
Then he looked up back to me, and proceeded to say
(Do you play in The Party on High Street?)
I gave a little grin that I couldn’t hide if I tried
And said “yeah man, that’s how I get high”
But nevertheless we were all clean
They let us go when they knew we wouldn’t catch our plane
When will the cops interrogate
The guy who actually looks like he might be making any money
When will the cops understand
If we were smuggling’ drugs we souldn’t dress like a band
Track Name: The Ceilin' is Soarin'
The rubber on my tongue ripped in your ear
And you heard a couple things that you weren’t supposed to hear
Some bitter somethings, are more than sweet nothings
Some spit on your earring, and a new world is born

I built a cradle out of a dream you once had
You kept it a secret until I licked you pineal gland
Rock-a-bye babe, the tree tops are safe
As mother hen prays, the heavens are torn

The sky is falling
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
But the ceilin’
The ceilin’ is soarin’

I don’t mean to be rash, if I rub you the wrong way
But red patches are blooming all across your mountain face
Get slapped by the breeze, the back hand of the sea
Spread a pretty disease, and watch the whole valley blush

The sky is falling
The sky is falling
The sky is falling
But the ceilin’
The ceilin’ is so
High above the ocean
And inside the walls are crumbling’
While the sky is drowning’
The ceilin’
The ceilin’ is soarin’
Track Name: With No Pick
She plays the silence

Although the music is gone
The song still goes on

She strums her patience
With no pick
Although the lyrics are wrong
The song still goes on

She floats like I do
With eyes shut
Although the river seems long
It’s still the same song

Tock tick, clock skipped
No time to fix
Maybe I’ll just let it be
Maybe all that I need is a different beat

Her spirit rambles
With no pick
And we’ll still see the same dawn
And hear the same song

The rivers frozen
I can’t skate
Although you’re out of sight
The song holds you tight

Tock tick, clock skipped
No time to fix
Maybe I’ll just let it be
Maybe all that I need is a different beat