Greetings from Onario Springs

by Made With Jet Packs

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1.
Donald Duck 02:10
Donald Duck Don't Fucking Play 'll Tie An Anchor To Your Leg 'n just Walk Away Donald Duck Don't Fucking Play Tie An Anchor To Your Leg 'n just Walk Away He'll walk away BAAaaa Bahd BAAA Dad Daaa Ya Da Da Da Ya Da Da Daaa La Daa Ba Daa Yaddie Ba Dah Dao (just walk away)x8 Why Don't You Just Walk Away? Come Back Another Day? Cause Donald Duck Don't Fucking Play 'll Tie an Anchor To your Leg n' Just Walk Away Donald Duck Don't fuckin' PLAY 'LL TIE AN ANCHOR TO YOUR NECK N JUST WALK AWAY!! HE DONT FUCKING PLAY TIE AN ANCHOR TO YOUR LEG AND JUST DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME DONALD DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME DONALD DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME DONALD TiE AN ANCHOR TO YOUR LEG AND JUST WALK AWAAAAAY Cause Donald Duck Don't Fucking play
2.
Oh, sweet soul of mine Have you found the time To search what's inside How you really feel Oh, sweet soul of mine We have both heard the chimes At midnight we find How we really feel It's perfect Worthless One of a kind It's fool proof Footloose Simply divine Oh it's Sublime Design, your Sweet Soul and Mine It's a Sublime Design, your Sweet Soul and Mine Baaahh De Do da Dya haeee he do da dya Haaa Duh duh du duh da Haaa Deh Do Du Deh da Heweh Da, Hoyh Da De Da Da Baaa It's a Sublime Design, your Sweet Soul and Mine It's a Sublime Design, your Sweet Soul and Mine Oh, sweet soul of mine Have you heard the chimes? At midnight we find How we really feel It's perfect Worthless One of a kind It's fool proof Footloose Simply divine It's perfect Worthless One of a kind It's fool proof Footloose Simply divine
3.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. -
4.
Welcome to Onario Springs Population 4000, but not counting those in the graveyard you get closer to 800 We've had the privilege of being raped and pillaged by every major invasion over the past two millennia. Vikings, Romans, Normans. You name it, it's bastard DNA is floating around There's a high school. Despite its location on the coast of England. Every student is issued with an earring, a midrif, or a crappy indie band. Two students stand out, between the midrif bearers, earring wearers and sonic abusers. They're chalk and cheese. You and me. Down at the rabbit warren, that's where they play their music. Merging,converging, conversing. Getting into all sorts of trouble, and kind of doing what's expected of rabbits in a rabbit's warren. LET'S HAVE A TRIANGLE SOLO (woo triangle) I regret asking for that now It's Ornario springs It's grit in chips land, it's a promenade of arcades. It's full of old people. And It sucks But it's mine, and it's yours. And tonight: It's ours.
5.
Looking, Finding, Keeping, Giving Wanting, Having, Losing, Craving Snoring, Sleeping, Dreaming, Waking, Liking, Loving, Leaving, Faking, and Then you're gone again And I wouldn't change a thing Looking, Finding, Keeping, Giving Wanting, Having, Losing, Craving Snoring, Sleeping, Dreaming, Waking, Liking, Loving, Leaving, Faking, and Then you're gone again And I would'nt change a thing
6.
Traffic 04:05
You: The fuck?
7.
Margot 04:58
You know there was a time When I thought your feet didn't touch the ground And I think we've found the line Where you start blending into the crowd Cause I imagined you as something you weren't And Baby, that's why it hurts Cause I imagined you as something you weren't And Baby, that's why it hurt Well, I imagined you as something you weren't And baby, I think that's why it hurts Cause I imagined you as something you weren't and Baby, that's why it hurts Ba, Ba Da, Da Da, Da da Da Da Da Da, Ba Da, Da Da, Ba Da Da Da Da Bah, Da Da, da Da, Bah Dah Da Da Da Bah, Da Da, Da Da, Bah Da Da Da Da I imagined you as something you weren't and baby (baby) that's why It hurts Cause I Imagined you as something you weren't and baby, that's why it hurts THAT'S WHY IT HURTS BA! DA! DA DA DA DA DA! BA! DA! DA DA DA DA DA! BA! DA! DA DA DA I IMAGINED YOU AS SOMETHING YOU WEREN'T AND BABY, THAT'S WHY IT HURTS CAUSE I IMAGINED YOU AS SOMETHING YOU WEREN'T Oh AND BABY, THAT'S WHY IT HURTS that's why it hurts that's why it hurts that's why it hurts (when did you get frilly curtains. they're frilly) (I got, like, cake, in my car)
8.
Leaving 05:39
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9.
Holding Out 07:20
These are a few of my favourite things Broken people, with brilliant dreams They get high, and touch the sun and when they fall, they'll say they've won. Oh Love, I'll be there soon Just once I've conquered you On a rainy afternoon On a rainy afternoon Bring me hope, and bring me joy Bring me things, that I'd avoid... like broken people, with brilliant dreams they'll stay here, and we'll all sing Oh Love, I'll be there soon Just once I've conquered you On a Rainy afternoon On a rainy afternooon We come up with "Roxanne", we look at a spliff, alight, being dangled idly over a ashtray. We see shots of the apartment, it's a mess. Dishes piled high, clothes everywhere. Paint. messiness. Projects started and abandoned. We see our hero, looking blissed, with headphones ons. There is a very slight buzzing in the background. Our hero opens his eyes, staring straight into the camera, takes off one headphone and listens. Sure enough, the buzzing continues and he gets up to answer the door. cut to exterior. the front door. We can faintly hear Roxanne as our hero opens the door. A woman is standing there. Our hero wordlessly stares at her, and takes a big drag on the spliff and offers the woman entry. The woma n squeezes past him and enters the flat. They come into the front room, strewn with crap, Our hero gestures at a corner of the room. the woman walks over, and dislodges a canvas with a half finished painting on it, grabbing a box of clothes, toiletries and other assorted breakup debris. Our hero lurks in the corner. She walks to the middle of the room and looks through the box. She turns to our hero. Woman: The man says nothing. The woman repeats her question: Woman: [Louder] Where's my book? Hero: (removes earphones) Hm? woman: My book, where is it. Hero: It's all there, the Eliot, the. Hardy's. it's all there, Woman: I mean my notebook. Where is it? The hero reaches for his back pocket and pulls out an old battered moleskin and chucks it into the box. The woman looks at him for explanation. Man: I .... Like your poems. The woman grabs the box and walks back to the front door. She exists without looking at him. When she gets outside she turns to say something. SHe thinks better of it and leaves without a word. The hero watches her go, and pulls out his MP3 Player. He scrolls down to Robbie Williams. We cut to his face and hear the Police be cut off by the sound of 'Angels'. The hero returns to his seat. Puffs on his joint, and begins to cry Opening credits
10.
Spring 07:03
ba da da, da da, d da daaa ba da da, de, da, da da da da ba da da, da da da da, da ba da da, DAH! Dah da da da Well don't blame me for your mistakes Don't shame me if my heart breaks Don't Blame me for my foolish intentions And I'm finding who I used to be Well i'm finding the end of the line And I'm finding who I used to be And I'm finding the end of the line And I'm finding who I used to be And I'm finding the end of the line And I'm finding who I used to be ba da da, da da, d da daaa ba da da, de, da, da da da da ba da da, da da da da, da ba da da, DAH! Dah da da da And I'm finding the end of the line And I'm finding who I used to be And I'm finding the end of the line And I'm finding who I used to be WELL I'M FINDING THE END OF THE LINE AND I'M FINDING WHO I USED TO BE WELL I'M FINDING THE END OF THE LINE AND FINDING, WHO I USED TO BE WELL I'M FINDING THE END OF THE LINE AND I'M FINDING WHO I USED TO BE WELL I'M FINDING THE END OF THE LINE AND FINDING, WHO I USED TO BE

about

Welcome to Onario Springs! Where the winters are bitter, the tops are cropped, and the punks and the hipsters tear each other apart. Yet, beneath the seedy underbelly of thongs, bongs and indie songs, two will try to make sweet music together, Montague and Capulet Style.

Made With Jet Packs play it fast and loose in their kebab-fueled opus 'Greetings From Onario Springs', a eulogy for the relationship of Donald and Margot.

Funk, Punk, Jazz and Soul are all used and abused in this gorram 40 minute, 10 song, thing.


(Also, the album will be free after the 4th, for as long as it can be. The fifty pence is so you can pre order and get excited and junk)

credits

released January 4, 2014

Oliver Morris: Bass, Vocals,
Jack Hampson: Trumpet
Phil Aldous: Drums

Mixed and mastered by Oliver Morris, Phil Aldous, Andy Stewart, Jack Hampson

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