Surplus Sons

Surplus Sons

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They use loud guitars through Marshalls and Fenders, and have no trouble blowing other acts away with their explosive live gigs as well as bringing a little laddish attitude and swagger back to a generation that seem to be missing all of the above

Biography

Toronto's version of China's one-child policy has resulted in many surplus children fleeing to the streets where their only means of survival is learning to play rock and roll. Surplus Sons belt out some of the most potent rebellion to ever emanate from unwanted offspring.

Lyrics

Step Stones

Written By: Surplus Sons

There is nothing that I don’t want to find
Or overcome in this lifetime
There is no surprise
(Sha la la la la)
Boot walkin’, smooth talkin’ pretty boy
Gonna make some noise
(Sha la la la la)

We can always dance in the streets
And we can step stones baby tonight night night
No one will blame you for leaving but I’m staying
You’re really worth persuading this one last time
I know you want too

In and out go people through my door
Electric slaves chained to my floor
If the beat is right
(Sha la la la la)
Those half cut, dime slut
Hair brain, half tame girls
Gonna rule the world
(Sha la la la la)

We can always dance in the streets
And we can step stones baby tonight night night
No one will blame you for leaving but I’m staying
You’re really worth persuading this one last time
I know you want too

You lock eyes on an eastbound train
You wonder if you’ll ever see her again
You’re caught up in your cross town fame
They know your face but they don’t know your name

SHA LA LA LA LA!
(you got me satisfied)
(so swerve on me, swerve on me)
(cuz I’m so busted up now)
(theres one more fool in town)

Someone Like You

Written By: Surplus Sons

Someone like you can make me question all I do
Someone like you I’ll try my best to lean on
And if you know that I can be this way some of the time
I’m trying to show that it’s not all who I am

Come and watch me beg
Come and watch me plead
This is all I have this is all I see
Everytime you beg
Everytime you plead
We can fill our heads you can take the lead
This is all we have
This is all we see
Everytime we beg
Everytime we plead
You can watch me bleed

Someone like you says that I’m the best at what I do
Someone like you makes nothing seem to hard now
Sometimes it’s slow but we’ll make it worth the wait I know
And we can go and do the things we could only talk about

And to the east we will go with nothing but our clothes
And to the west the sun is calling us back home

City Nights

Written By: Surplus Sons

You’re missin’ out because you’re livin’ like a young boy
Turn it around before its all too late to enjoy
Your walking shoes are on I hope you’re ready to run
it’s just begun – man what have you done

You backdoor heatscore, tell me what you’re livin’ for
On the grind, doing time, stressin’ cuz you don’t make a dime
(you resign)
And with a little bit of luck you won’t be stealing mine

And the city nights got hold of you
It’s just what you wanted too
Lets dance to the beat
Soak up the rhythm
You gotta listen

Is it me or is there no communication
A bad attitude, a sad situation
Is it me or just my whole generation
No hesitation, a bad reputation

I know you get around
You’re the king of the underground
But you can’t take us now
I see into your soul
Like eyes through a keyhole
So slide, and let it roll

Knocked out in a haze, sleepin’ in the alleyways
Coin tricked in a flash, Look at you your life’s a laugh
(it’s good) it feels right
(it’s good) it feels fine
(it’s good) it feels right
(it’s good) you’re all mine

You backdoor heatscore, tell ‘em what you’re livin’ for
On the grind, doing time, stressin’ cuz you don’t make a dime
(you resign)
And with a little bit of luck we’ll all be feelin’ fine

Discography

5 Song EP for sale at http://www.killthe8.com/merch/pages/3920/Surplus.htm

Set List

30 minutes