Who the Fuck is AGP?

by A Gentleman's Pact

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We just want to thank everyone who's ever come to a show, anyone who told someone about us, all of our friends, our families, our girlfriends, our favourite bands and everyone in the Edmonton music scene for making it so much fun to be a musician in this city. We love you all.

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released May 27, 2017

All songs written and performed by A Gentleman's Pact

AGP is:

Kaleb "Klab" Kaiser- Vocals/Guitar
Jacob "Malakey" Kachowski- Guitar/Vocals
Darren "Dee" Guy- Drums/Bass
Matt "Matt" Koopman- Bass/Drums

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Arnel & Scott Ethier at Royal Studio

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A Gentleman's Pact is a four-piece punk band from Beaumont, AB.

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Track Name: Be Sweet
Well I've been away for such a long time
'Cause these holes in my head are just the right size
And with the memories I've lost, it's hard to get by
But if I look too hard, I'll start to lose sight

Maybe I'll lose my mind, for a little more love
For bitter old me

Yeah, I've always been a joke, the perfect punchline
Yeah, laugh all you want, it's just a matter of time
See, I've never been the one to settle like them
I'm just a poster boy for the bored and mislead

You never learned to be sweet
No radical dreams
You did what you could

You know it's not too late to do what you wanted to do
You know it's not too late to be who you wanted to be
You know it's not too late to do what you wanted to do
You know it's not too late to be who you wanted to be

BE SWEET!
Track Name: Swing Low
I'm sick of all the lies that you tell me
I'm sick of all the ways that you look at me with that disgusted look on your face
I'm tired of the tricks that you're tryin'
I'm tired and I'd like to catch some sleep, so please fuck off and leave me alone

Get lost, get fucked, it's getting old
Find love, swing low, it's growing up

And I know; never settle for less, get out and do your best
Cause it's less weight on your chest
Maybe you'll be impressed
You don't have to be a punk rock fan or live down by the river in your old man's van to know
This is how it goes

Get lost, get fucked, it's getting old
Find love, swing low, it's growing up

I'm sick of all the lies that you tell me
So, please fuck off and leave me alone
Track Name: Reel Life
I kept my eyes glued to the screen, as if my dad was in the movies
He played his part of the action star, since I'm the camera, he don't look at the lens
But still he guides me through these scenes and shows me how to paralyze my enemies
Paralyze my enemies

My memories like spinning reels
They're burning up, burning up, burning up
And my favourite films wouldn't mean shit
If I was strong enough, I'm strong enough, strong enough

And so I'd stay up all night long watching my father fight the war
Whether I made this up, well I was still so young, I needed hope when I was scared and alone
So I escaped in moving pictures
I'd make myself a character
I would hide my identity, hide my identity

My memories like spinning reels
They're burning up, burning up, burning up
And my favourite films wouldn't mean shit
If I was strong enough, I'm strong enough, strong enough

So you've memorized your lines
Yeah, there's no use for new ones
No, you haven't got the time
No, you haven't got the time
You'd project the worst on me
While the best of you is on screen
Well, we'll always have the movies
'Cause they mean everything to me

My memories like spinning reels
They're burning up, burning up, burning up
And my favourite films wouldn't mean shit
If I was strong enough, I'm strong enough, strong enough

My memories wouldn't mean shit
Track Name: Weak Legs
Your feet may learn the steps but only your soul can truly dance
Your heart may keep the beat but the rhythm that you're walking don't speak to me
So I seek three weeks for me
Emptying my head of these tragedies
From my years craving misery
Tapping my feet to an endless beat

Eighteen; a nervous wreck
All my words forced from my chest
With my tenth drink; these legs are weak
Now, I'm stumblin' to a rhythm that makes sense to me
So I keep these words in me
Waiting for the moment to release the beat
But I can't speak for the life of me
Liquid fire down my throat when my soul ain't free

With the sounds and the lights
And the days we were wishing were nights
Oh, the cries of a wolf
Wishing that he was alone

Another day with my poetry
It's like I write down all these symphonies to settle down
I just can't live without these sounds

Your feet may learn the steps but only your soul can truly dance
Your heart may keep the beat but the rhythm that you're walking don't speak to me

Another day with my poetry
It's like I write down all these symphonies to settle down
I just can't live without these sounds
Track Name: ...Bad Habits
Cocaine wasn't quite the drug for me
But I still find myself the subject of toxicology
Well I get bored so god damn easily
I'm standing in one place, I'm full shit, I need a colonoscopy

I could have worse habits
This life ain't bad
This smoke clears; white rabbit
This towns gone mad

Heroin's a fucked up thing to do
My idols do it too
I'll stick to green and booze
My hand is on my heart
My eyes are on the clock
Wondering if one of them will stop

I could have worse habits
This life ain't bad
This smoke clears; white rabbit
This towns gone mad

Drug addict, bad habit
Your brain has fun on acid
Poor hygiene, now toothless
These drugs are fucking useless

Drug addict, bad habit
Your brain has fun on acid
Poor hygiene, now toothless
These drugs are fucking ruthless

I could have worse habits
This life ain't bad
This smoke clears; white rabbit
This towns gone mad
Track Name: Tongue in Cheek
My habits have expenses
Sorry, lack of intervention
My tongue in cheek remarks are over done
To say that this is alright is like cutting with a dull knife
I couldn't break the surface even if I tried

This life can't let go of me
I'm nothing more than a walking tragedy
This life can't let go of me
I'm nothing more than a walking tragedy

These intoxicating substances that swim around my brain
It's like an army sent to ruin what I've chosen to believe
Attacking memories and promises I probably couldn't keep
Allowing frightening thoughts, so flawlessly, to seep inside of me

If I try to fight them off it only makes me feel weak
I'm just a kid with an addiction and a knack for self defeat
I'm only painting you a picture so that I can have relief
It's like a burn, a cut, an itch or just a terrible disease

This life can't let go of me
This life can't let go of me
This life can't let go of me
This life can't let go of me

Tell me what you want; give it to me
It's clear from the start you can see right through me
Track Name: Turdonya Sauce Rekt
They never saw us coming and they didn't see us leaving
Yeah they didn't care that we were there at all
A crowd of fifteen people; didn't make a fucking dollar
Yeah we drove for eighty hours for fuck all

Toronto saw us wrecked
Toronto saw us wrecked
Toronto saw us wrecked
Get wrecked, get wrecked
Track Name: Broken Jaws
Last night, the bombs went off and we all had to run and duck for cover
The homes we had were lost, they burnt them to the ground with all the others

Could this be World War III in 2017?
Or will we see less greed in 2017?
We'll sing this punk rock song, hoping somebody will listen
Will it be too late?
History is repetition

Broken jaws and local bombs and riots in the streets
They're causing everyone to lose their minds but rise up on their feet
Their drowsy eyes; now open, only closing when they sleep
Now tell me what are we to do when a war starts with a tweet?

Could this be World War III in 2017?
Or will we see less greed in 2017?
We'll sing this punk rock song, hoping somebody will listen
Will it be too late?
History is repetition

Will you?

Open your eyes, think for yourself this time?
Open your eyes, think for yourself this time?
Open your eyes, think for yourself this time?
Open your eyes, think for yourself this time?
Track Name: Ex's Chainsaw Massacre
She was looking kind of off the other day
(I hope that she's okay)
I tried to ask her what was wrong? If it was me?
(She said she's so afraid)
Well everything was seeming so strange, suddenly it hit me
(She's not right for me)
I was gonna break it off over a drink
(That's when she poisoned me!)

Then I woke up in her basement, tied up to a lawn chair, praying to the gods she wasn't there
Holy fuck! Is this a nightmare? Someone's coming downstairs
I can hear her laugh as I choke on air
What the hell is going on?
Has she been a psycho this long? Maybe I'm the problem?

FUCK! SHE'S GOT A CHAINSAW

(Instrumental chase and death scene)
Track Name: Bathtub Gin: The Musical!
ACT I:

Oh no, it’s happening again
This horror’s got me by my neck; I won’t let it in
These monsters used to be my friends
I’ve got one bullet left, yeah, one for mine or theirs

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They’ve always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

Oh no, they’re crawling up my skin
They think that I need them, but not like this again
I’ll write about our times back when,
We’d spend our weeks in streets in search of bathtub gin

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They've always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

ACT II:

Oh no, it’s happening again
This horror’s got me by my neck; I won’t let it in
These monsters used to be my friends
I’ve got one bullet left, yeah, one for mine or theirs

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They’ve always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

Oh no, they’re crawling up my skin
They think that I need them, but not like this again
I’ll write about our times back when,
We’d spend our weeks in streets in search of bathtub gin

This is a metaphor for drugs
I love my friends like they were blood
They've always been there, whenever I need them
This is a metaphor for drugs

ACT III:

Cut a line?
Have a drink?
Try to make some sense of this
I’ve always been your crutch;
Your personal Sisyphus

Take a breath
Take it easy
Let me shoot this in your veins
I’ll set the rest and best of pesticides to save for better days

ACT IV:

Oh fuck, I’ve pissed away my life
I’ve passed out in the gutter every god damned night
These people pass and wonder why
Flicking their cigarettes and spitting in my eye

These days it's hard to just get by
Did every god damned thing and spiked my drinks with sprite
I guess I’m too fucked up to try
I guess it’s best to live, before you fucking die

ACT V:

This is a metaphor for drugs
This is a metaphor for drugs