Sons of Steel

Beth McKenna: Saxophone
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Synthesizer
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar, keyboards

Sons of steel
Lie to me, lie to you
Statistics, are they false or untrue ?
Follow you, follow me
To be slaves to technology.

You are what you know
And what you read
This data is all that you need.
Sons of steel
Provide you content
Do you really know of their intent ?

Sons of steel
Under stress
Your status is one big distress.
Talk to the world
On your laptops and phones
A conversation that keeps you alone.

I've Known No War

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Chapman Stick
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, sound FX

I’ve known no war
No country worth dying for
Not a question of security
Has someone here come to rescue me ?

Way too young for Vietnam
Iraq was just another sham
A video war game in my hands
A distant problem for a foreign land.

I’ve known no war
No religion worth dying for
Those who preach by belief
Are the first ones armed to the teeth.

I’ve known no war
No cause worth believing for
Won’t contribute to my demise
By opening your brand new franchise.

I’ve known no war
No ideology worth fighting for
Take the headlines from the cold war years
Insert terrorist for communist here … and here.

You think you’re protecting your family
And your homeland security
You’re just fighting for refineries
Sweat shops and third world factories.

I’ve known no war
No nation worth fighting for
Take your crusade elsewhere please
I won’t be spreading your disease

I’ve known no war
I’ve known no war

THE END OF THE ROAD

Sienna Dahlen: Vocals
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, e-bow, keyboards

What goes up One day must come down
Every village Looks like every town
A flashing glimpse And the race is run
Live by the sword You’re cut down by a gun

Come on, Anthony Come on, Caesar
You’ve nowhere left to conquer

Nothing is as beautiful as the end of the road
One last climax for your last episode
Nothing is as pretty as the end of the dream
Like an eagle to a phoenix
Is there an ocean at the end of your stream ?

Abandoned cars Wrecks in the scenery
Coal staining The highway’s greenery
Broken boardwalks Ripped from coast to coast
Ruined churches To capture the Holy Ghost.

Come on, Caligula Come on, Nero
This is no time to play the hero.

Nothing is as beautiful as the end of the road
One last climax for your last episode
Nothing is as pretty as the end of the dream
Like an eagle to a phoenix
Is there an ocean at the end of your stream ?

Guess this is just about time
We’ve been waiting for the decline
You’ve spent your last dime
Waiting for its heart to flatline.

Nothing is as beautiful as the end of the road
One last climax for your last episode
Nothing is as pretty as the end of the dream
Like an eagle to a phoenix
Is there an ocean at the end of your stream ?

Nothing is as beautiful as the end of the road
One last climax for your heavy, heavy load
Nothing is as precious as the end of the dream
Is that relief at the end of your scream ?

HOUSE OF CORRIDORS

Bill Szawlowski: Synthesizer
J.P. Mortier: Electric guitar

Instrumental

I’VE PAID

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, e-bow, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, keyboards

Go to school Learn the rules
Get the tools To be cool I’ve paid

Find a job Please the boss
For a pay Pay the cost I’ve paid

Find a girl Find a woman
Find a lover Wife and mother I’ve paid

Wash the clothes Pick up groceries
Pick up kids Stuck in traffic I’ve paid

Pay the taxes Pay the banker
Pay the misers Pay the doctor I’ve paid

Pay to work Pay to play
Pay to gas Pay to drive Pay to park

Then the phone Then the water
House and car Then the power I’ve paid

Pay online Cash or credit
Direct deposit Debt or debit I’ve paid

From bill to bill Cheque to cheque
Rent to rent Where’s my payment ? I’ve paid

Education Occupation
Vacation Retirement Cremation

Go to Heaven Go to Hell
And St Peter will Send you the bill.

RESURRECTION

Sienna Dahlen: Vocals
Stéfane Pelletier: Spanish guitar
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, e-bow, acoustic guitar, electric guitar

This is my resurrection
Coming back to kick your ass
The time to speak is long past
It’s now time to act.

The lowest common denominator
Is now in power
Time to rise up
Reclaim what is ours.

You hold the aces
But we’re 99 against one
If we stand together
They’ll know we’ll have won.

The real enemy here is not consensus, it’s apathy
The world keeps us numb, the schools keep us dumb
We’re not connected with reality.

We need to shake off this lethargy
Sever the chain of command
Break down all the comforts and rise from the suburbs
And mercy is all you’ll demand.

You hold the aces
But we’re 99 against one
If we stand together
They’ll know we’ll have won.

The trolls are out in the open
And it’s hunting season
The hermit in his kingdom
The rich man in his mansion
Fingers on the trigger

This is my comeback
A figment of my resurrection.

NATION OF PHANTOMS

Kimberly Bourgeois: Back vocals
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, keyboards

I’ve been living with a ghost
Held hostage by the host
I’ve laid my foundations on your grave
In return, your soul has been saved

My house rests upon your cemetery
Your hospitality has been exemplary

What would you have done in my place ?
It’s not a question of religion or race
The victor decides where the back nine be traced
Your footprints are the ones being erased

I’ve been living without guilt
Leading my plush life to the hilt

I’m not feeling any shame
There is no one left alive to blame
Your ancestors are dead, your horse is lame
What is left for you to claim ? Reclaim.

On your land, I’ve built my country
On your culture, I’ve forged my identity
But now, you and me, we are one and all the same
Your heritage, you must now reclaim
We can live together in peace
Together, we can share the lease
No more are we a nation of phantoms
We will sing with the same anthem
Nothing left for random
Time to be one population
We are one population
Time to be one nation
One nation
One nation.

COLD DISTANCE

Stéfane Pelletier: Spanish guitar
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Electric guitar, acoustic guitar

Instrumental

WORLD OF STEEL

Beth McKenna: Saxophone
Sienna Dahlen: Back vocals
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar

My world, my world, my world
Is a world of steel.
My world, my world, my world
Is a world of order.
These laws, these rules
All of this justice.
This authority sends you to the shelters
And to the hospice.

Throw in the towel right into the ring.

But I’m lucky, I’m lucky, I’m lucky
I’m the right gender.
I’m lucky, I’m lucky, I’m lucky
I’m the right colour.
But I don’t want it, I don’t want it
The world’s just too heavy.
All ties have broken down
Too much cost being levied.

So much for the home of the brave.

Equality and security
Is not what it ought to be.
If two out of three vote for the fool
Is this democracy ?

Is this really the land of the free ?

If my brother can’t be free
My sister can’t be free
If my children can’t be free
Then I am not free

If just one man isn’t free
One woman isn’t free
If just one child isn’t free
Then we are not free
We are not free We are not free
We are not free We are not free

AMERICANS

Kimberly Bourgeois: Back vocals
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, keyboards, electric guitar

I want to be an American
Drive a big, black car
Take my blue eyed girlfriend for a burger and a coke
Catch a drive-in under the stars

We could have fun at the firing range
Or take a boardwalk stroll
Go for a ride on the interstate
Cruising while listening to some rock & roll.

I want to be an American

We could go to church on Sunday
Watch a football game
With God on our side, we’d make fun
Of the handicapped and the lame.

I want to be an American
Invade some foreign country
Everyone would smile and wave
Cause they all want to be me

I want to be an American

Don’t you want to be an American too ? I got a truck, got a truck, got a truck
Don’t you want to spend the day at the zoo ? I got a truck, got a truck, got a truck
Don’t you want to be an American too ? I got a truck, got a truck, got a truck
I want to be an American like you, like you

I want to be an American
We could all dress the same
Waving our flags in the air
All lit up with the same flame

I want to be an American

KILLERS

Stéfane Pelletier: Guitar solo
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, keyboards

Walking the streets of Hong Kong
Presence of life is strong
Looking for a place to belong

I’m a killer, I’m a thief
Build your house and pave your streets
Provide protection and relief

I’ll dream about the moon
If I don’t get home soon
I’m afraid there will be nothing left of me

What’s this democracy
Blinded by secrecy
From New Jersey to Sicily ?

Man of straw in a nation of iron
There’s danger at every turn
I would rather watch it all burn

I’ll dream about the earth
And this place of my birth
Let the union defer
Exactly your net worth

If I can be quite frank
The law always draws a blank
To secret accounts and offshore banks

I’ll dream about you and me
And my place in history
So far in society
You can’t tell apart you from me
You from me
That’s the way it will always be

INDUSTRIAL ZONE ONE

J.P. Mortier: Electric guitar, e-bow, keyboard, sound FX

Instrumental

WHO DECIDES

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar

Who decides where I live
Who decides how I die
Zoning laws, golden rules
Set by a gang of fools
But anarchy doesn’t work
Leave those fuckers in the dirt
Baby, don’t look at me
Because I’m not the one

Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me

DNA, chromosomes
All those plans in your hormones
All these quirks of the soul
There is none you can control
Is it my heart, is it my head
Is it my sex, is it my drive
Baby don’t look at me
It sure ain’t my mind

Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me
Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me

Who decides who goes to war
Who decides to take a life
Must you carry a gun to protect
Your children and your wife

Is it government, is it fate
Is it God and your bloody faith
Baby, don’t look at me
Cause I’m not the one

Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me
Who decides It ain’t me, it ain’t me

KILL

Beth McKenna: Saxophone
J.P. Mortier: Electric guitar, keyboards

Instrumental

DON’T GO

Stéfane Pelletier: Electric lead guitar
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, acoustic guitar,  electric rhythm guitar

All my life I’ve been alone
Worn my emotions to the bone
I’ve been silent like a stone
None of these feelings I’ve outgrown

I find solace in every sorrow
Love cuts me to the marrow
We’re here today but we’re gone tomorrow
Fall to the barrage of Cupid’s arrow

Don’t go
Find joy in my solitude
Loneliness in the multitude
So what do you say about my attitude
Find joy in my solitude

Don’t go Don’t go

When I’m with you, I feel the stress
But without you, I’m such a mess
I get surrounded by the emptiness
But I kind of like it, I do confess

Don’t go
Find joy in my solitude
Loneliness in the multitude
So what do you say about my attitude
Find joy in my solitude

Don’t go Don’t go

Don’t go
Find joy in my solitude
Loneliness in the multitude
So what do you say about my attitude
Find joy in your solitude

Don’t go Don’t go

DESOLATION ROAD

Beth McKenna: Saxophone
Ryan Szawlowski: Electric guitar
Justin Szawlowski: Electric guitar
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar

I’ve been stranded on Desolation Road
A castaway, a slave that has been sold
I’m a soldier of fortune, just a hired gun
A mercenary that has been sold

Must keep order in the land
The law must be up kept
Whether it’s right or wrong, you must accept
These are the terms, this is what you get
Make a wrong move and you’ll regret

I didn’t doubt my actions, didn’t doubt the orders
I knew what I was and that was a warrior
But once the generals lied, a line has been crossed
It was time to break the barrier

Civilians gunned down in friendly fire
Collateral damage can only fan the flames
The enemy changed colours, the orders weren’t the same
Different leaders in charge looking for someone to blame

We’ve been left behind doing what we’re told
We’ve been disavowed and stranded on Desolation Road

Talking heads make deals locked behind closed doors
Decorating themselves with medals of tin
But when the world will discover what we did in the field
We’ll be the only ones to be judged for our sins

Today’s terrorists, tomorrow’s freedom fighters
It all depends on your point of view
Even in times of peace, we need new enemies
You know this is nothing new

Patriots and traitors, Presidents, dictators
Trying to break the code out on Desolation Road

When the parade marches on Memorial Day
We will choose what we want to remember
The hatred that breeds poverty and oppression
Remain vivid like undying embers

You who sleeps so soundly away from the war
Away from the killing and the mud
But you ought to remember even democracy
Had to shed its fair share of blood

Trace a line in the sand, Follow this ragged band
Across this no man’s land on Desolation Road

BREAKING POINT

J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar, bass, piano, keyboards, drum editing, sound FX

When you’ve lost the will to live
Looking for the sun on a cloudy day
And you’ve crossed the hills and valleys
Looking for lost causes along the way

D’où venons-nous ? Que sommes-nous ? Ou allons-nous ?

I’ve reached my breaking point
Disowned my need for redemption
I’ve breached my hard limit
Sown the seeds of my destruction

Will we live long enough to see what we’ve done ?
See what we’ve done

The game is played, the cards were trumped
The deal was stacked, the sprinter has jumped
The dice was loaded, the treasures hoarded
The bank has closed, the houses boarded

Acks a niss nehgh
Halups ana shway
Abss woah manaps nuss nawh
De rahs was layheth

Haks iniss snehks

Nothing works unless you grease the hand
That decides when to pay the band
It’s going on throughout the land
Your suburban life, head in the sand

Where do we come from ? What are we ? Where are we going ?

ONE FORTY SEVEN

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: E-bow, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano, keyboards

Instrumental

NATION OF IRON

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar

Polish the medal, salute the flag
Do you stand by your nation ?
Kiss the boots, salute the rag
Do you stand by your nation ?

In a dictatorship, they censor you
So no one can hear you
In a democracy, they let you talk
So no one listens to you

Stand by your nation
Stand by your nation
What’s your country, who’s your family
What’s your affiliation
What’s your union, who’s your company
Show identification

Some decide which law you must abide
Feed you propaganda
Blind you with patriotic pride
To fulfill their agenda

Stand by your nation
Stand by your nation

You’re a cheap whore to send to war
A victim of conscription
They bribe you with an afterlife
To bend you to their religion
Remember, you are who you vote
Every poison has its antidote
There’s no such thing as revolution
It’s all been evolution

Stand by your nation
Stand by your nation
Nation of iron in a world of steel
Stand by your nation
Time to storm the Bastille
Stand by your nation

Stand by your nation
Stand by your nation

CORRIDORS

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar, keyboards, sound FX

There are strangers in my house
Shadows on every wall
There are aliens in my skies
They don’t know how to land at all

There are people I don’t trust
There are uninvited guests
They spread themselves in every room
Hatch their eggs in every nest

Locking the doors of every room
Hiding behind every door
From the basement to the attic
Beyond the kitchen into the corridors

I’ve set up the alarms
Changed all the locks
Closed circuit TV
Set the time on all the clocks

I’ve got an arsenal on every wall
I sleep with one eye open
Let the cameras sweep for every motion

There are foreigners on my soil
They are laying low
There are intruders in the yard
And as the saying goes as you all know
“Security is mortal’s chiefest enemy”

“Security is mortal’s chiefest enemy”

SHADOWS

Bill Szawlowski: Sound FX
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, keyboards, bass, drum editing, percussions

In times of shadows
Deep into the night
Your love is all
That shines through the night
In times of sadness
In times of madness
In the deepest fathoms
Your love burns bright

In times of shadows

In times of war
In times of hate
That’s when your heart
Helps me escape
In times of trouble
When I lose my faith
You are my guide
Show me the way

In times of war

This is a time for forgiveness
Make things right
Your love is my star
That lights up my night

In times of shadows
Deep into the night
Your love is all
That shines tonight

In times of shadows

NOWHERE TO BE FOUND

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar

Simple man, where have you been ?
You’re nowhere to be found
Working man, let your voice be heard
You haven’t made a sound
Simple man, we need your wisdom
We haven’t seen you around
Honest man, where are you values ?
Have they gone aground ?

Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left me all alone
And nowhere to be found

God fearing man, why’d you need a gun
To spread the good news
Pious man, liar or hypocrite
Impose your views on the world
Preacher man, there’s no fish with legs
In your theatre of the absurd

Simple man, turn your ship astern
Nowhere to be heard
Simple man, let your thoughts be known
You’re nowhere to be heard

Build your house upon this rock
While the world runs amok
The Indians are without a chief
The tree hasn’t got a leaf
And the bullpen has no relief

Level headed man, where have you been ?
You’re nowhere to be seen
Righteous man, drop that weapon
Nothing is as it seems

Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be seen
Simple man, you left me all alone
Nowhere to be seen

Everyone posts their rants and rave
Ready to dance upon your grave
The boat ran aground on the reef
While the captain sleeps at the wheel
Let the leaders be revealed

Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left me all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left us all alone
Nowhere to be found
Simple man, you left me all alone
Nowhere to be found

DISTANCE

Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Sylvain Auclair: Bass
Bill Szawlowski: Electric guitar
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar

As we scan the distance
Perched for the cliffs of our youth
We could see the enemy
Gunning for me and you, me and you

So we teamed up, young and rebellious
Fight the injustice in our lives
Quench the entropy of the status quo
With a word or with a knife, with a knife, for your life

Oh, can you see us in the distance
We were young and ready to roam
We were about to change the world
Trying to make a difference at home

Several years and a little weary
Erosion does take its toll
Holding back the force of the tide
Wears you out truth be told, we’re getting old, truth be told

Oh, can you see us in the distance
All the miles we’ve had to roam
The energy of youth must be there
To replenish the faith of old

So we’ll keep an eye on the establishment
From the towers of experience
We will warn the next generation
Oversee the fate of our nation, fate of our nation, fate of this nation

Can you see us in the distance ?
Come and join the resistance
Change our world through persistence
Give meaning to our existence

STORM

Stéfane Pelletier: Spanish guitar
Kimberly Bourgeois: Back vocals
Daniel Grégorie: Drums, percussions
Bill Szawlowski: Synthesizer
J.P. Mortier: Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, e-bow, keyboards

I woke up to the sunrise
The day is an empty page
The world cries like a newborn
The storm has yet to rage

Distant thunder awakens the horizon
Cold front creeps this way
Get away now, far away now
The west wind blows over the bay

All my life art has been my sails
My rudder and my guide
Procrastination and good intentions
Have derailed the ride

This nation is like a sandcastle
Against the tide of eternity
It’s the job, it’s the family
And delusions of security

Held hostage, been detained
Trying to break all the chains
Seize your chance, seize your moment
Time to end the reign

All is simple, all is complex
No thoughts too small to avoid
Damned the artist, damned the dreamer
Sentenced to create from the void

Wake up
It’s night
The moon has you mesmerized
The day is run
What have you done ?
Wait for the next storm to rise

Storm
Come and gather rain
Wash away the rain
Harvest hurricane
Storm
Come and gather wind
Riding on the lightning
Feel the pressure dropping
Storm
Come and gather thunder
Oceans rip you asunder
Waves that pull you under
Storm
Come and gather force
Drink life from its source
Do not change your course

Love your life
It is waiting
Radiating
Like the sun
Shines its rays
Over our days
And all of that you wish
And cherish
To be together
Forever
Love this life
It’s the only one
The only one
That you will ever have