Mock Up, Scale Down

by The Super Friendz

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about

The Super Friendz's Mock Up, Scale Down: An Oral History (2012)
vishkhanna.com/2012/11/13/the-super-friendzs-mock-up-scale-down-an-oral-history/

Juno Award nominee for Best Alternative Album, 1996

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released 14 July 1995

CD: Murderecords MURD-017
LP: Murderecords MUR 056

Produced by Brenndan McGuire and The Super Friendz.
Recorded in a house in the north-end of Halifax December, 1994.

The Super Friendz are:
Drew Yamada - Guitar and vocals
Charles Austin - Bass and vocals
Matt Murphy - Guitar and vocals.
With Dave Marsh on drums.

Miniature stage built by band.
Art Work by band, Catherine Stockhausen and Chris Mueller.
Photos by Catherine Stockhausen.
Special thanks to Colin MacKenzie, Chris Murphy, Brenndan McGuire, Jay Ferguson and Mr. & Mrs. Yamada.

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Track Name: Karate Man
Dressed in plain clothes, no one knows who you are.
Track Name: Down in Flames
You could come over anytime
You can smash all my windows
Set my house on fire
Might as well take my TV
Yeah I don't really care what happens to me

People talk about fun
That's overrated
I spot it coming along
Move around it

When I go down in flames
Will you be there
Don't speak to me unless to say
That you will remember

You could take what's left of me
Put it into a jar
And pickle me in alcohol
And keep me up above your fireplace
When you're at a loss for words
I'm your conversation piece

You say you got plans
Big ambitions
I'm gonna get mine too
Just do it different than you

When I go down in flames
Will you be there
Don't speak to me unless to say
That you will remember
Track Name: Rescue Us From Boredom
Can we talk to you
You're cool beyond repair
We love you
He just stared and smirked
Doing a cool jerk
Said you kids can make me sick
I'd like to see you try

Don't you know my life
Is such a drag to me
All this heavy metal
All this heavy irony
I wanna be back home
Watching my TV

I don't love you
Why you love me
I don't love
Why you love me

We need you to rescue us from boredom
We need you to rescue us from boredom

Drove two hundred miles
My clothes were out of style
By the time that we arrived
And Davy got so high
He slept through half the show
In the back of the car
The first thing that I did
I went home, got my records
Started smashing
Dad was so uptight
He saw a chance to fight
Said I really don't know why
We love you

Why we love you
Why we love you
Why we love you
Why we love you

No one to rescue you from boredom
There's no one to rescue you from boredom
There's no one to rescue you from boredom