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Lyrics, style and unorthodox vocal delivery are the very heart of The Dean Project. The outer shell of The Project is a veil of traditional folk elements combined with the philosophies of Punk and Rock n Roll. Said plainly, The Dean Project is just “Two Dudes and A Nutcracker Making Independent Folk Tunes In Canada.” wpid-picsart_1414708327421.png

It was grade seven when we started calling him Dean
He wore a lot of wrestling t-shirts back then
He didn’t care to keep them clean
In that grade that I started playing in other bands as a drummer
It wasn’t until the 12th grade we started this project and nothing could be funner
Telling jokes poorly over offensive guitar frequencies
As Dean O’Mac struggled behind the drum kit frequently
In Toronto, I finish college and Dean O shows his face
We found Munchie in hockey rink, outdoors
And things began to change
We wrote songs, put out albums, got a car and we toured
We named that car Betty
She was a shitty old ford
Now, Dean O’Mac, you rest well
And Munchie and I will move forward
Your name is forever carved in this sword
The one that we’ll use to chop down hate and our enimies
Don’t worry dude
I hear you
Your vibes, they are sent to me

We miss ya O’Mac
We all want ya back
It way hard to believe – o
We miss ya O’Mac
Your cough and your hack
We all want ya ya back, Dean O
We all want ya back, Dean O

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

When you go campin’ for a week or two
Bring along a couple cans ‘a stew
You can even bring a couple ‘a pounds
When you campin’, invite your friends
Unpack your sleeping bags and tents
You can’t tie those night creatures down

When you go fishin’ out on the sea
To catch your lunch or just to shoot the breeze
Maybe just to escape the city sounds
When you go fishin’ don’t forget the bait
Smokin’ cigarettes will help the wait
Ah, you can’t tie a sea creature down

When you go walkin’ out on the streets
You’ll eat your local vegetables and meats
You’ll tip the guy on the corner dressed as a clown
When you go walkin’ out on the bay
You’ll remember what your mom would say
She said “Just never let yourself down”

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

You can go shoppin’ at the market stores
Or work all day long on chores
Or be the right-hand man at the compound
You can go shoppin’ from the trunks of cars
Or hang ’round all day in bars
But that doesn’t makes that logic sound

A werewolf always has to plan ahead
‘Cuz the moon will always come around the bend
An’ he should never, ever, ever mess around
A werewolf has to make judgement calls
‘Cuz every night the moon will fall
An’ you can’t tie a free wheeler down

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t

You know, you know
It takes some time
To show and grow
Your reason to rhyme
But understand your plan
Can’t happen in an instant
Hand in hand we’ll pan the land
Won’t stop ’til we go the distance

I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t

I know, I know
It won’t be overnight
I’m goin’ slow
Ain’t got no light
But ya can’t shake or break me down
Cuz I won’t allow it
Cuz if I stand in sand I’ll be the man
Who lands in a place surrounded

I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t

La-la-la-la-la-lie
Lie to you but I can’t

If you wanna get down to the black, blue and green of it
There’s a train that leaves everyday
You’ll wanna do more than just be seen with it
Take a ride. A trip
Go to school for free
When you stop livin’ for you
You’ll read your own eulogy

Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you

If you wanna get me started on the cosmos and stars
I’ll talk about the truth I found in this guitar
Sit back, relax and enjoy what’s around
Cuz when you stop lovin’ for you
You may as well be six feet underground

Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you

Shock treatment on a Tuesday
Countin’ down the days ’til Friday
Feelin’ tight around my neck and chest
Like chewin’ gum; it’s hard to digest

Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns

Strap’d to a simple routine
Gotta remember to keep the corners clean
If the inspector sticks in his nose
my head’ll hang low on th’ long walk home
I gotta get out
I gotta walk out
It’s like doin’ a days worth o’ work with a cops’ snout
Watch out
Cuz rush hour is packed at the exact same time everyday

Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns

A crafted disaster on the verge of a break out
We’re The Dean Project an’ we’re about to put come cake out
So, lovingly lick your lips in anticipation
An’ stay tuned to every music publication and station if you’re smart
Cuz we’re working endlessly to put out a deadly kinda art
We do this for the craft and for the people who paved the way
We’ll pay our dues an’ play the game to be in that place one day
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
This time, we’re not fuckin’ jokin’ around, people.

I’m bitchin’ in this kitchen
Choppin’ onions and mushrooms
A casserole of magnitude in this classroom
I’ll put on a suit and I’ll teach ya a lesson
When It comes to cookin’ cookies better leave out the aggression
I came up with this recipe it’s a perfect kind of mixture
It’ll have you laughing and hanging from the light ceiling fixture
It’s a variation of some very Asian cuisine
You won’t find it anywhere. In any shop or magazine

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day

I’m addicted to diction; pronouncing words with ease
You’ll be rollin’ in the aisle and your vernacular will freeze
We’ll chill some cold ones as we defrost tomorrows dinner
You’ll be full, completely satisfied without lifting a finger
I’d take care of you, you know what I will
A ferry ride to enlightenment without even taking a pill
They don”t believe me it’s true out on the east coast
That you’re my sweetest kind of coffee
My monday morning mild roast
Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day

How long do you expect me to wait for you?
Aw baby, baby, baby
I’m not that kind of dude

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day
©2013 The Dean Project