Common Citizens

Common Citizens

BandAlternativeEDM

We create electronic music filled with indie influence and hip hop dexterity.

Biography

Common Citizens is a youngblood, next-school trio born out of Ottawa, Ontario. The band is Cameron “Campayne” Sloan, Chad “Lars” Skinner and Derek “Delay” Born. They began making music together as high school friends, working in different combinations to record freestyles over sampled beats they found online. They have grown into intensely symbiotic creative partners, constantly playing with new sounds to make new music.

Their do-it-yourself background brings an updated, progressive hip hop sound of fully-developed beats and inimitable melodies. Their self-taught production is striking (and not crippled by the misguided reverb-dependence often found with new musicians). They bring together singing keyboards, squealing synths, resounding drums and swelling vocals to surround the listener in serious sound. With a broad range of indie label and underground influences, Common Citizens produces an uncommon blend of electronica, hip hop and indie rock.

Their debut album, People Like Us, was released by founding members Campayne and Lars. Delay, once a member of Lars’ former hip hop crew, has joined the latest efforts toward their next record to add the intensity and speed of a spitfire. Common Citizens’ new songs boast poem-driven rhythms and lithe verbal delivery.

Check out Cam’s fearless, innovative beats and easy lyrical tone on “What is Ill.” His conviction is obvious, his simplicity commanding. Whether low-lying beats or blatant, resounding counts, Cam’s compelling forces drive these tracks forward.

Lars’ raspy vocals ring with poetic inspiration. He paints his lyrics onto dramatic canvases. His exploration of sound and simile keep efforts fresh and unfailing. Listen to the influence of Lars' dreams on such tracks as “We Have All Been” and "Justification.”

Delay’s smart, fast tongue reveals playful creativity as well as honest observations of the world at large (On “What Is Ill:” "I am what I am and anyone who tells you different is trying to sell you something out of the ordinary structure/....Watch out for smart people/They know more than we do"). Delay’s adventurous nature confidently pushes the group’s music in new directions by any means not yet tried.

With well-received live performances this year as well as ceaseless new projects, Common Citizens is facing a bright future of growing popularity.

Lyrics

Justification

Written By: Common Citizens

Intro:
take some time off, to figure yourself out.

Chorus:
I dont think that you are ready, ready for your justification.
Now I notice you are fading, you're fading away with the world turned around.

Verse:
I scurry currently, the situation fluctuates with urgency not sure if we could slip like a highwire figurine, with feet twisted on a balance beam. the sideshow of compelling, driving essentially to the critical captivity, in the arms of a genius whose pun intended to gimmick the partakers of the village listed under the grimace of the wizard who wanted to rig the finish. plagiaristic, with a bag of appropriate blackmail. carry off to the frozen roads with pirated exhaust, saturated in the criminalistic spirit of the only life he knows. wrong is the only right he knows. he's got a lovely wife at home, but he considers himself a savvy traveller with the need to abduct the road and start over where he left off, and possibly become a part of the system relevant to redeem himself as a bandit, as a hooligan with a rusty scope of desperado. the riches will keep his temper down. they're hidden underneath the tracks of familiarity. someday he might explore the life of prosperity without a stolen bag.

Verse:
Stay away from the way, you stay away from your mind. in time you'll make it your own, take the time to make it work.
hear yourself think you are ready,
you are ready, you are ready.

Chorus (2)

We Have All Been

Written By: Common Citizens

All the sky is passing me, oh my head is finally not swollen from this gasoline. cells of skin die underneath pints of blood have been released. no more time to watch the sky unfold the science of the peace, i repeat myself and bleed.
i repeat myself and bleed,
i repeat myself and,
why can i not use my hands to make a lovely place for me? why can i not use the sky to fly away with company? why has all my time been spent alone with no one there with me?
who would have known,
who would have
i can take a plastic glass and shape it like a balcony. bloody types of suicide and breaking of the glass can be. only at the highest peak of everlasting harmony.

we have all been suicidal inside our minds.
i have not been so surprised. i realized.

Holy Mini Vans

Written By: Common Citizens

Intro:
(Lars)
I've got to take today to fade away, move my van from the parking lot. clouds are thick.
(Delay)
windows rolled up no cracks to be shown. locked down, oxygen is minimal.
(L)
I've got to take today to fade away, move my van from the parking lot, clouds are thick, listen to the sounds.
(D)
who can sleep in the back of a trunk is best beyond mankind, transmission physical.
(L)
singing in my right ear, left palm's open. i hope that holy smokes won't fill it up.
you've got to take today to keep it up. remove your brain from the issue, take your hoody off, put your inside voice on.
we've got to take today to separate the bird feet from the bird feed, take a pill. the limbs are attached to the.

Chorus:
I can't seem to locate the trunk of the mahogany van.
pop pop pop the trunk, trunk, it's getting getting stuck stuck. forget it, pop the trunk, it's getting sealed in the back of the van van.

verse:
(L)
Its time to become tree huggers after all has died, pollute the air with the backs of our mini vans. smoke the remaining painted driftwood when we crash into the back of the van's twisted axle.
don't pretend to be the owner of a white, dust buster pathetic roller holiness with a fish on the back panel.
(D)
put the van in park, got a little sound of progression stick the key in the ignition. let it turn itself off, but keep it on. let the music play.
(L)
we've got to take tomorrow to invest in a healthy cause, take it down a notch, watch the falcon as we drive slow. pop the hood not the trunk please take a look.

Chorus

What is Ill

Written By: Common Citizens

verse 1:
(Lars)
Unfortunate tribulations, sky is falling, not magnanimous, forgiveness is absent. illustration of poor self awareness exemplify frugal characteristics. not to relate to a flux but induced by potential fluctuation of thought, concentrated and looked up. red skies, clouds aphotic. indistinct animosities emerges from unknown locations, contemplating solutions. retroactive thoughts will solve nothing. preparing subsequent events to deal with the pain, but nothing seems to work.
copy cats indulge in plagiarism take the wisdom of the white beard. articulated contradicting the fact, that age doesn't matter. hats off to the manipulation of people with a strange way of thinking. shrinking their horizons, taking advantage of, the consolidation. making simple agreements for no set reason. thumbs tied together. pleather is not my best friend. hyperbolic actions numb my nervous system. diabolical ways display the darkness of humanity, deflecting fatal arguments back to the innocent, and all i wanted was a timmies.

Verse 2:
(Campayne)
the what is ill is often confused with the what is wrong. citizens commonly searching community by evicting the old in certainty. Their beliefs stemmed from a quantitative approach which leaves the capital Q in quality behind for this capitalization of our suburban, similar, symmetric streets that have the same bricks on each house. and same sized families singing songs about solitary confinement for those who don't conform so quietly as to shut up and take it sitting down. but who would take a ticket to a land of zombies, sitting parallel and perpendicular to one another, weaving amongst themselves, not trying to get up, get out, get wrong. always in perfective juxtaposition with things. things being a rather bland term to define a person who is supposed to be an individual. but fuck the whole individual thing. we gave that up in the 1990's when we rediscovered uniforms killed the difference that people bring. we killed the bright colours on clothing, all the artists, and the unicorns, and it's all so believable. if belief were a term that hadn't gone extinct when the new era of euthanasia came, where we may as well be put to sleep this instant if we wanna stand a chance of making it through heaven's gates. but i don't wanna die. what a selfish thing to say, you're special. just look in the vinyl village you reside in, a place you can't call home, and home is where the heart is, is it not? and if the artist couldn't make it, they got more soul than anyone. so who's spirit? or even tell me who's inspired?

Verse 3:
(Delay)
ya well it's kinda like stars crashing hit the ground. they're bigger when they're closer and this is never happened before so be careful what you wish for. i mean, actually i've never helped anyone out like this like i did in the third grade and got my picture framed for it. hanging beside my headboard is where my alarm clock sits. and it's not yet been set. so i can sleep all hours and continue dreaming.

beyond the imaginative limits of so called restless activity is where i'll be when it is time for me to end the life of subdivision also known as the end of all chapters.

when will we sleep forever? waiting on the timeline to stay consistent. i'll see you in another existence and i hope you're there for me this day. sketching what i can't, seeing what i can. while i raise as a symbol expressing the true meaning of painting the perfect picture for the people who can't afford to eat food on a regular basis and if for doing so bringing their culture into mind. which is filled with beavertails and iced tea that doesn't taste like tea adding ice cubes to make it iced. can't put a label on it. i am what i am, and anyone who tells you different is trying to sell you something out of the ordinary structure. place utilitarianism in the air so everybody's happy no matter the circumstance that follows. i will be there waiting for you in the end, so when it hits the armour, disengage and i will be standing in the same spot where i was placed at the opening. except knowing nothing about nothing. watch out for smart people, they know more than we do.

Coming Home

Written By: Common Citizens

Chorus:

I'm telling you the same reason i've been telling you such a long time that it will possibly take until you make up your mind, and i'm finding the way, taking the path shortcut on the other side of that, same directed glass, stained from top to bottom into the middle. where, where the lights at the end of living is in the ground and you don't know where to look. look back you never seem to, you push forward you always do.

Verse 1:
Birds fly south, never looking half as bad, turn the wheel of the vehicle to park it there. chop the nicotine long cut to keep me awake, passing rivers on the side of the interstate. i'm coming home. don't wait for me but don't lock the door. it doesn't really matter what you have to do besides, ducking gas station bathrooms. i've got some things to say, i've got some places to go, i know some shepherds would feel the same if they were shining their throne. i'm stuck with nothing to heal. but the only given time has the wounds that chop the unloved veins in my heart, and i've got to get there somehow.

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
I've got the time. i don't even know if i could make it back in order to prepare for the worst. doesn't hurt too little when you say goodbye, doesn't hurt too much when it's time to go home. waiting in a separated version of a meditated scribble of a good time, open the suitcase to make pay. the eyes are friendly holding on to what it takes to make it right. familiar times of love to make it seem incredibly unforgiving when it has to come to it. the end of something unbelievably comfortable. in a handful of times coming home can pick me up, but in distant times it's got to stop. i want to be with you.

(Chorus)

Discography

Common Citizens - People Like Us (2005)