Undercover - Single Mothers

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I've got a rock & roll apartment
Man
Just four walls and a door
And a couple posters on those walls
From the guy who lived here before
And sometimes I wonder if he got out
And started living his silly dream
Or if he finally hit rock bottom or is just
Tipping the scales like me
While I don't need much to feel successful
I'm good if I just survive the week

Heaven sent us signals through our satellite
Televisions
So we unplugged all the cables
Man
But the preaching still persisted
It was laid out like a bouquet
A pixelated vision
It read
Love and religion you built them up like prisons
You idiots

Casually confined
To some parasite's paradise
Pull me through this life time
Hold me like a nice guy
Well
Hell it has it's trophies
It's warriors and it's saints
Who have spent more than an eternity
Trying to define and sell you pain
So we tune into talk radio
Pretend that we are learning
While the records that we love stay in their
Sleeves instead of turning
And my soul begins to cringe and hinge
Itself on the revolving door
Of cbc middle class ordinance and
Speculative economics

Laid out in the back seat scene
With nothing but the gutter between the world
And me
Crack a window darling

Casually confined
To some parasite's paradise
Pull me through this life time
Hold me like a nice guy

Blind-sided by your blind faith
Had to bite my tongue 'till we could
Get away
Under the cover of those star spangled states
When you're full of hate
Well I guess
Jesus saves

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Two bands share the name Single Mothers, one being a hardcore band from London, Ontario and the other being a stoner metal band from LA


1. Often described as frantic, frenzied and outrageous Single Mothers exists upon the fundamental that live music should be an interactive experience. A typical Single Mothers show usually consists of sing alongs, crowd surfing, flying guitars and mosh pits. The sound itself is almost as fraught as the history of the band. Originally the brainchild of Andrew Thomson, the band set out to create loud catchy music and over it's course evolved into an amalgamation of punk, indie and post hardcore.
The band currently consists of Drew Thomson on vocals, Michael Peterson on lead guitar, Evan Redsky on bass, Justis Krar on rhythm guitar and Matt Bouchard on drums.

The sound takes root in fast rhythms and intricate drum work layered with powerful rhythm guitar and bass. The lead guitar is often melodic, dark and catchy while the vocals for the most part are harsh, anthematic and raspy. Lyrically the songs are characteristic of folk tales, as stories of drug deals, failed relationships and being broke are often reoccurring. The raunchy and sometimes offensive lyrics go hand in hand with the attitude and style of the band which possesses a great deal of irony as clearly represented in the band name. The mantra of the band will always be to have a good time and create enjoyable experiences both live and on recording with the hope of establishing an interaction between the listener and the band. They were formed in London, Ontario, Canada in 2009.

2. Single Mothers is the former moniker used by Los Angles based stoner metal singer-songwriter Harry Cloud

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