Elephant Train

Elephant Train

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Elephant Train is a five-man electrifying-band that specializes in "Tickle-Rock". Happy, upbeat tempos and melodies overshadow any sad word in a juxtaposition of catchy, danceable, happy-as-f#@k rock with sometimes-less-favorable emotions portrayed lyrically.

Biography

Elephant Train Album Review from CiTR's DISCORDER MAGAZINE
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"It seems like every town and village has at least one collective of talented folks who wallow in funky, jazzy, jam bands that flourish on their home turf and wear the local hero badge proudly. There’s something to be said for sticking to your roots and accepting what works as long as it works—but does it work for Elephant Train? It may be too early to tell, but by the buzz that surrounds their live shows, it appears that this funky band with a side of jam has something going for them. To me, this album seems to be a fairly reasonable taste test of what one can expect from a live gig. The full-on energy and craziness may be lacking a bit in the recording, but you get an accurate representation of Elephant Train’s sound, which is horn and key-heavy with some jazz/funk dressings to liven things up. A couple of songs borrow from the twisted book of Ween while others sound influenced by a few of the local funk-party outfits from days past and present, such as Green Room, Bike and Cozy Bones. This is good-hearted hometown music with a positive edge that will get asses moving on the dance floor—and there isn’t anything wrong with that. Every town and village should have at least one. - Nathaniel Bryce"(CiTR's DISCORDER MAGAZINE)

A wiide wide range of different musical styles including Pop Rock, Punk, Disco, Classical, Jazz, Noise Rock, Funk, Electronica, Reggae and Avante-Garde ...influenced by the likes of The Pixies, Patrick Watson, Hey Rosetta!, Ugly Cassanova, Ornette Coleman, Bell Orchestre, The Goat and The Occasional Others, Faust, John Coltrane, Au Revoir Simone, Charles Spearing, Space Hog, The Cure, Women, Pheonix, David Bowie, Thelonious Monk, The Jackson Five, Modest Mouse, Tom Waits, Journey, Sun Ra, The Talking Heads, Messiaen, Grizzly Bear, Phil Spector, Sly and the Family Stone, Beirut, Ween, Timber Timbre, Mose Allison and Tom Jones, to name only a few...we just love music!

Albums To Date:

Elephant Train: Elephant Train (2010)

Website:

www.myspace.com/elephanttrain

Contact Information:

ElephantTrain@hotmail.com

604-816-2332

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Band Members:

Joe Musters – vocals, keyboard

Tony Charrette – guitar, backup vocals, Graeme Betts – alto sax, guitar, backup vocals

Jeremy Evers – bass, backup vocals

Joel Saladino – Drums, snaps, crackles and pops

Lyrics

Soo Nong

Written By: Elephant Train

Please sister, please sister,
Know I'm a mean Mr.,
I must, just, become salvageable, and
You can see, the surgery would leave you scarred, but
Such lust just makes it so hard

You've got your dignity, and that's just fine with me
But when it comes to be said and done with makin' familyWe could get a little more love in there,
Make big mistakes, let everyone stare

And let your friends cut their strings
Let your friends cut their strings,
I could never leave your darling

Ooh, I got your, ooh, I got your
Reason, right here
Ooh, I got your reason, dear

Ooh, I got your, ooh, I got your
Reason, right here
Ooh, I got your reason, dear

If you'd just put a little metal down,
It'd make a heck of a sound,

Like this sound!

Boogin' in the 'nish, baby, make like a fish, baby,
Wiggle like you're unaware, the ones with the rods care

I'm named Bruska!
Aha! Ya, ya!
I'll kill you maybe,
Maybe next time!

Boogin' in the 'nish, baby, make like a fish, baby,
Wiggle like you're unaware, the ones with the rods care

I'm named Bruska!
Aha! Ya, ya!
I'll kill you maybe,
Maybe next time
Maybe next time
Maybe next time

Everybody Talks

Written By: Elephant Train

Everybody talks, but nobody listens
Listen, son, you're sayin' the same thing, twice
Oh, everybody talks, but nobody listens,
Listen, son you're sayin' the same thing, the same thing twice

Everybody talkin' and nobody listenin,
Into the white, your are useless
Only want to speak, it's got you actin' like a freak
And this, is my exit music

Nobody lookin' as I'm lying on the floor,
Checkin' on what's cookin'
Olfactory receptors are cryin' out NO!
They can't take any more pain

Supernavigating the vent, the void,
Inert brain cells, deployed
Only want to speak it's got you actin' like a freak,
And this, is my exit music

You 'been contemplatin' the aided descent of the destroyed,
No rent, unemployed,
But you rail's a gooder, a 2 footer,
When life fails, you still got pails of booger sugar, and

You're into never waitin', or ever hesitatin'
The mouth that fears the ears, it just won't quit
Only want to speak, it's got you actin' like a freak
And this, is my exit music

Everybody talks, but nobody listens
Listen, son, you're sayin' the same thing, twice
Oh, everybody talks, but nobody listens,
Listen, son you're sayin' the same thing, the same thing twice

Everybody talks, but nobody listens
Listen, son, you're sayin' the same thing, twice
Oh, everybody talks, but nobody listens,
Listen, son you're sayin' the same thing, the same thing twice

Tom Jones

Written By: Elephant Train

Tommy Scott was a tomcat,
And somehow, he got the women to react
Fullthroat and baritone, and
He owned a boat, you know, and

In the cabin, he'd be romancin'
Float and float, now that's when
The king would slip the scepter
He'd impale and get her

Tom Jones,
Is the only
One who really knows
How the story goes

When he'd done his damage,
He could always manage
In his precaution,
He tied weights, and he lost them

He goes out every night,
He's lookin' merry, pants are very tight,
He's lookin' for a victim,
Trigger finger's crazy itchin'

It's not that he don't care about this
Life, but don't get caught, beware, his is strife
But who says we can't be receptive
To all that's lost and dead and hectic?

It's not unusual to be a pussycat,
Whoa, whoa, who, and that's a factI said he's got it, but not lately,
He cant's stop it,
Doo Doo Doodaloo
Doo Doo Doodaloo
(She's a lady)
Yeah

Tom Jones,
Is the oonly
One who really knows
How the story goes

He's dancin' all alone,
To a song he made, it's on the radio
And know he hates all maids and
Ladies, no, but he's got to do that show

Now he's playin' samba,
And the mirror's playin' the alarmer
His face is cavin' in,
In interest in age erasin'

Tom Jones,
Is the only
One who really knows
How the story goes

Rock The Bismol

Written By: Elephant Train

She wears a tight, pink pepto dress
That she's bustin' outta with her great big breasts

She is a ten-hour glass
And I got to go, go and make my mess

She's standin' right where the wind blows best
I think I might just go, catch a current over to her, I could see her next

I'm feelin' grand and I see her flesh,
I tell her I got a band but, her eyes are water, and I'm mesh

Rock the bismol baby, rock it,
Rock the bismol baby, rock it, you rock it, you rock it

I got her number, but she won't pick up
I got to wonder, why I'm givin' a fuck,

But yeah, I'm killer tonightI've got my socks matching just right

And I look tight,
But I'll be droolin' in the moonlight, a fool, alright, a pitiful sight

Rock the bismol baby, rock it, (you rock it)
Rock the bismol baby, the bismol, baby, rock it, you rock it, you rock it

She caught me starrin' again, I cannot help it when
Her body's shakin', rockin', I'm quakin', achin' gawkin'
I'm starin' again, I cannot help it when
Her body's shakin', rockin', I'm quakin', achin' gawkin'

I pick up and she's on the line now,
And everythign

Is lookin' fine, somehow, I step it up
Steppin' in time, now

I drink up
And try to fuck somehow

Rock the bismol baby, rock it, (you rock it)
Rock the bismol baby, the bismol, baby, rock it, you rock it, you rock it
Yeah, bismol baby, (yeah, yeah, yeah, hooo!)

You rock it! You rock it! You rock it! You rock it!
You rock it! You rock it!

Rock the bismol baby, rock it, (you rock it)
Rock the bismol baby, the bismol baby, rock it, you rock it, you rock it
Yeah, bismol baby, (yeah, yeah, yeah, hooo!)

You rock it! You rock it! You rock it! You rock it!
You rock it! You rock it!

Smile and Error

Written By: Elephant Train

Life'll never take, if you put it in a box,
And you get a little ache, with the tickin' of the clos, when
Makin' a mistake, you go drinkin; at the docks, and
Fallin' in a lake and wringin; out the socks

When you're feelin' off, and you just gotta get on
Tryin' not to cough when you're hittin' on a bong and
Never gettin' enough at Quick Stop though
Rollin' through the middle of the city on trucks

Smile and error, can't live in terror,
Will not get fairer, of pain you'll be the bearer

Kickin' in a rhythm, and you gotta stay slick
When you're trippin' in a position that's makin' you lick lips,
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Fall off the ship, now quick, flip your hands, like bricks

Feelin' off, and you just gotta get on
Tryin' not to cough when you're hittin' on a bong and
Never gettin' enough at Quick Stop though
Rollin' through the middle of the city on trucks

Smile and error, can't live in terror,
It will not get fairer, of pain you'll be the bearer

Batman! Batman! Batman!
Batman! Batman! Batman!
AHHHHHHHHhhh!

Smile and error, can't live in terror,
Will not get fairer, of pain you'll be the bearer

Dickie Nuts

Written By: Elephant Train

He rides magical creatures
After he kicks their asses,
He stands tall, one point two metres,
And he'll take you all to school for classes

He steals magic potions,
From little men in the night
He gets up and gets in motion
Starting them in the twilight

Bociefus, Bociefus, Bociefus, oh
Bociefus, Bociefus, yo-ho
Bociefus, Bociefus, Bociefus, oh
Bociefus, Bociefus, shows

He prefers the axe to the long blade,
'Cause he possesses skill,
It's quality, of golden grade,
And with it, he loves to kill

Magic spells, several lives,
Levels of hell, forever he tries,
And no matter what the cost,
He'll beat the final, and the boss

Bociefus, Bociefus, Bociefus, oh
Bociefus, Bociefus, yo-ho
Bociefus, Bociefus, Bociefus, oh
Bociefus, Bociefus, oh no, no, no, no

You got shackles of love, and you're starin
At my socks, 'cause it's all that I'm wearin'
Your style, I dig, you're the zag to my zig,
If we were a vehicle, we'd be a pig

'Cause for fuel, baby, we got to get gassed,
Use time like a tool, baby, get gone and passed,
Fast, crashed, and we're laughin' and laughin'
At halfman, lyin' in a fool's pool of mess, just tryin' to get this

Get this gestapo of reason shrugged off, oh
Man, they know what's right for us, but ham, fuck off
Sha-la-la with your lu-lu-lu-lun when you're
Co-co-co-comin' to be with the other one

Antonym and homonyms and
Everything between
All of her and all of him
You know just what I mean, when i speak my word

Ooh hoo hooo hooo, hoo hoo hoo
Hooo, hooo, lyin' in a fool's pool of mess tryin' to get this

What's up, yo cunt fucks say, "Dickynuts,"
Dickynuts, dickynuts
Rum guts, and dump trucks of cigarette butts
Dickeynuts, dickeynuts

I'm in my kitchen chair, contemplatin'
'Bout who's fair to be not hatin'
But I'm tired, so they must stay waitin'
Until I'm done masturbatin'
Bein' unaware of the outside world, is
Easy, when you're starrin' at the stairs that you just hurled,
When you said again, "Hey Morgan, what's up?"
He said, "Im fine, but goddamn, you're fucked up."

What's up you cunt fucks say, dickynuts,
Dickynuts, dickynuts
Rum guts and dump trucks of cigarette butts,
Dickynuts, dickynuts

I said, "Mama, I;m doin; alright,
Bur the only way I get to sleep every night, is to
Take a crash and burn, and in turn,
Do stomach churns, when i feed my worms,
And in turn, burns, but the planet turns,
Two for the the one, and you been stranded,
How could we be so underhanded, now?

What's up you cunt fucks say, dickynuts,
Dickynuts, dickynuts,
Rum guts and dump trucks of cigarette butss,
Dickynuts, dickynuts

What's up you cunt fucks say, dickynuts,
Dickynuts, dickynuts,
Rum guts and dump trucks of cigarette butss,
Dickynuts, dickynuts

Funk Song

Written By: Elephant Train

Hey, brush it off ya shoulda
MJ, I, do the turnaround
You 'been gettin' bolda
I tell you to get up, and you get down, down, down, down
Hey, left feet only go right
Get up, do the turnaround, all night, all right
Hey, you 'been gettin; so much colder, and bolder,
I tell you brush it offa ya shoulder, hey, ho, ha

Hey, I want to show you how to
Funk me,
I want to show you how to
Funk me,
Yeah, show you how to
Funk me,

Funk me, I'll show you how

Hey, brush it offa ya shoulda,
Jackson said, "Now get on down"
Do, the cobra
Magic motion in your feet
Magic motion, go, now feel the heat
Hey, left feet only go right
Get up, do the turnaround, all night, all right
Hey, you 'been gettin' so much colder, and bolder,
I tell you to get up, and you get down, down, down, down

Hey, I want to show you how to
Funk me,
I want to show you how to
Funk me,
Yeah, show you how to
Funk me,

Funk me, I'll show you how
Hey, I want to show you how to
Funk me,
I want to show you how to
Funk me,
Yeah, show you how to
Funk me,

Funk me, I'll show you how

Cook It Up

Written By: Elephant Train

I'm inconsiderate and belligerent when I spit,
Dont like the I sound? Put your head on the ground
I could make a dent in it, you say, "Thanks," I respond "Don't mention it,
My Invention is dope, like what I smoke
Better hope I got some more buds to toke, 'cause it's the
Weed that keeps the voices in a prison, believe it
When I'm sober and I make a bad decision,
Keep it discreet, not a peep, when you loop into a frenzy
You cant see what's goin' on when I keep my rags, bottle up in a cage
This is only the preliminary stage
In an age, when your face, has to be at a different place
Just to run the race, disgraced

Even the sound of my heart pounding against your
Earlobe makes me crazy

Cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, now
I cook it up, cook it up, crack it up, now

I still make it through, when my mind isn't exactly
What you've apparently defined as mine, but your know that
I could cut it up forever, until I sever, I'm making that
Shit work, easier than a pulley and a lever
Not goin' berserk, my brain came packaged and
Included in a quirk, I'm deluded and deranged
Mind polluted with a type of mange, I'm strang
Different personalities give my sanity a fallacy,
Come and see them, seething in a symphony
I'm witty, smooth, calm and just a little bit funky,
You're shitty, rude, and your mom fucks like a monkey

Even the sound of my feet pounding against the,
Concrete leaves me lazy

So gimmie just a minute here, to lace a pace in your ear,
And look at the part of your brain that was just slain,
Feelin' the pain, in the side of your head, like it was bled,
It could be said that I put you little kiddies to bed
Best steer clear, 'cause I'm reflecting your fear
Like a mirror, 'cause I'm electing to show how I am comprise
Voices infecting I see through many
Different sets of eyes, an angrily, angularily deflecting lines
I try and keep a tight grip on my mental
State of mind, try not to flip, try to be sensible
But I shift to the left, leave you 'tiffed, but impressed
Let my gift be addressed, in at best, as a
Mess of stress, try to sort out all of the voices in my head
Which makes the better choices? Which ones want me dead?
But it does't matter if they're starting to scatter,
'Cause I'm made, lik the Hatter, you're sad 'cause you don't matter
And I gotta

I Cook it up, cook it up, cook it up, now,
I cook it up, cook it up, crack it up now,

But I'm fine, 'cause I got money in the bank
Yeah, I got your money in the bank
Take out your money
I got money in the bank
Take out our money,
I got money in the bank
Take our your money,
I got money in the bank,

But I'm crazy

Discography

Elephant Train - Elephant Train (2010)

Set List

Unique version of the album track, a few covers, maybe an unrehearsed jam. Different show everytime!