The Great Canadian Drinking Song

from Campfire Punk by Fort Mutiny

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Some say Jesus is the reason for the season, but I learned in school it’s the axial tilt. Whatever the cause, winter is a time for Canadians to move life indoors. It doesn’t take long for condo fever to kick in, and unless you have a set of snowshoes to strap on, self-medication becomes the way to fill the void left by lack of adventure. Risks are either illegal or void insurance policies, dooming adventurers to life-long submission to the system. How have people like me replaced risk and adventure? Drinking. In the absence of chaos, people naturally escape from the unnecessary order of modern life at the end of the day in regulated, pint-sized doses, conveniently posing no threat to the order so necessary to those in power. After a couple, you’re on the beer train to a land unknown to our “normal” lives, where social connections and spontaneity can flourish. Since the agricultural revolution, Vitamin Beer has always been the required prescription to treat the symptoms of domesticated human life. Urbanization, scarcity, exploitation, imperialism, globalization, resource consumption, and mass health problems have followed in its wake… always numbed by alcohol… so Cheers! I toast to changing the world… tomorrow. Tonight, we drink.

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Oooooooooooooooooooooooh the sun’s settin’ earlier than yesterday,
We turned the clocks back, winter’s on its way,
The fruit is all picked and the money’s all gone,
Time to remember that Canadian Drinking Song

It’s freezing outside, ‘bout forty below,
But for some reason we’re still drinking our beer cold,
Probably because it’s the discount brand,
One cold shitty beer in each of my hands

One, two, three, four…
I think that I could use one more,
Five, six, seven, eight…
I’m starting to feel fuckin’ great!
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve…. ???????
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, puke

I’m so hungover, I don’t know why,
After a case of pissy beer, I could die,
The sun doesn’t come ‘round much anymore,
I’m disoriented, waking up on the floor,
The baseboard heaters burn the dust and a draught comes in the door,
I’m cold… think I’ll have one more

It’s freezing outside, ‘bout forty below,
But for some reason we’re still drinking our beer cold,
Probably because it’s the discount brand,
One cold shitty beer in each of my hands

One, two, three, four…
I think that I could use one more,
Five, six, seven, eight…
I’m starting to feel fuckin’ great!
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve…. ???????
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, puke

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from Campfire Punk, released July 4, 2015

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Fort Mutiny British Columbia

Fort Mutiny is a vision. Not a flawless utopia, but a lawless tribe of defiant free-spirits, brewing up a more natural life. How could such a dream be kindled? Music is a great place to start: uncensored honesty, fueled by personal journals, put to all-acoustic instrumentation. It doesn't matter who wrote it. What matters is that, if you belong at Fort Mutiny, these tunes may help you get there. ... more

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