Demo Songs for a Band that doesn't Exist

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End of the World 1969 is the creation of Canadian independent recording artist, Sam Scott. His debut album, Demo Songs for a Band that doesn’t Exist, is the product of three years of writing, performing, experimenting, and recording in Toronto, Ontario and Saint Louis, Missouri.

The songs range from fast, guitar-driven, indie rock to slow, mournful ballads. Scott\'s lyrics, exploring themes of uncertainty, disappointment, personal loss, and anger at the current state of the world, combine with full arrangements and catchy melodies to create a rich, moving, and highly listenable collection of songs.

The album was mastered by Juno award-winning sound engineer Steve Bellamy.

Download includes two bonus tracks cut from the original release.

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released October 1, 2008

Written, performed, and recorded by Sam Scott.
Mastered by Steve Bellamy.

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End of the World 1969 Hamilton, Ontario

End of the World 1969 is Sam Scott. He lives in Hamilton, Ontario. He is keeping his day job for now.

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Track Name: Shadows in the Dirt
You are what you defeat. You shouted yourself to sleep. You left me standing at the barricades alone. Now I spend most of my week trying to turn goats into sheep and remembering all the better things we once had in store. But I don't miss you any more.

We made so many plans. We'd build settlements all over this land. But now all that's left is shadows in the dirt. If I had the right kind of knowledge I'd build you a shelter in the forest - a place where you could rest for the next civil war. But I don't miss you any more.
Track Name: Nobody
I'm changing lanes, I got no destination - not thinking clearly at all. There's so many things that I wanna tell you but you've already heard them all. I worshipped at the church of Satan. I couldn't stand all the waiting. Nobody ever changes.

From across the room, her eyes spit fire at the conversation by the bar. The boy in the bathroom never stood a chance. He knows this time he's gone too far. He stood on ancient burial sites. Thoughts of arson filled his head that night. Nobody ever changes.

Put it on a bumper sticker - a slogan for an ageing loser. Nobody ever changes.
Track Name: Accidents
There are no natural disasters but there's no way to stop a drunk from getting plastered. If you're spending your whole life breaking bones you didn't know where there, well there's nothing wrong with you for thinking it's not fair.

Accidents and suicides...

There are no natural disasters but there's no way to make the Earth spin any faster. If you're spending all your time feeling like you're gonna burst, well there's nothing wrong with living each day like it's your first.

Accidents and suicides...

Yeah I heard you got busted in the middle of the night. And no-one showed up to bail you out. I heard you got disillusioned losing all those little fights, took all your old pamphlets and threw them out.

Accidents and suicides...
Track Name: Southampton Dock Revisited
Yeah we know what you do behind our back, but you don't know what we're doing. You're under control. You always have been, so just relax. You don't need to know what you're doing. We're all in shock, we're all in hock and no-one knows how to be alone any more. No-one knows how to be alone.

We'll never tell where we're thinking of leading you - read between the lines on our maps. And if a spell of mutiny comes over you, just remember no-one will be with you. We're all in shock, we're all in hock and no-one knows how to be alone any more. No-one knows how to be alone.

We're all in shock. We're standing on the dock as we bravely wave the boys goodbye again. Yeah no-one knows how to be alone any more. No-one knows how to be alone.
Track Name: Radio Caroline
From a hundred miles away she can hear the voices sing, carried across the waves on a sympathetic wind. They got away with it again, didn't they? Well they're not always gonna win. When she's got nothing left to say to anyone she can always tune it in.

A million frequencies collide, but you're my Radio Caroline.

And when I get to hot you can always cool me down. When my colours get too bold you can fade me back to brown. I didn't used to be this way, I'm telling you. I used to be a better man. Whey don't you give me one more chance? I promise you I can find myself again.

A million voices in my head, but you're my Radio Caroline.

Yeah she heard the call last night on that pirate radio. Now her head is feeling light and she knows it's time to go.
Track Name: Motorbike
Remember that summer when I got stung on the chin? We ran back home to our mother and the wasp followed us in. And I wanna tell you everything's gonna be all right, but we both know it just isn't true sometimes.

You fell off a motorbike. You're knee opened up like a flower. Well something like that never heals quite right. You'll always be under its power. And I wanna tell you everything's gonna be all right, but we both know it's not really true sometimes.

Everything's gonna be all right.
Track Name: Land of Plenty
Five hundred horses wait outside. No guns allowed inside the bar. He looks like a pirate, sounds like a fool, clinging to his cell phone, screaming about his car.

The boxer wins himself another belt, songwriter writes himself another song. Deep thinkers all, doing battle in the hall for so very long, and living in the land of plenty.

Standing on the corner of two empty highways, in the year we all moved back downtown (to black and white and silver churches, cracked parking lots, houses falling down).

They killed another man last night - blood thick with poison and sorrow. They said he had it coming, and he probably did, and I'm leaving tomorrow. Living in the land of plenty.
Track Name: Home
He looks over to find her still standing there with a half open bathrobe and messed up hair. He fell in love with the girl at the wrong time, such a long time ago.

There's a rusted out car in the backyard where the old man next door keeps his shopping cart, and metal gates to protect the pure of heart from the monsters down below. I wanna go back home.

Out on the front step, she lights up again. In the dark of the office, he writes to a friend. He falls in love with the girl at the wrong times - every time she smiles.

Mr. Jones will be dying at twelve o'clock - he smashed in someone's head with a butcher's block. The blood and the angels gave him up to the monsters down below. I wanna go back home.
Track Name: Don't Leave
When we reached the parking lot everything had changed... except you and me - we were still the same. We spent the next few days working out who was who, and in the end it turned out much better for you. Don't leave.

Looking through old documents bearing names we didn't recognize. Strangers in family photographs, my mother didn't know who I was. The last time I saw you, you were laughing and pretty. Surrounded by family, you walked right past me. Don't leave.
Track Name: Happiness
Tell my friends at the bar I'm gonna miss them when I'm gone. I've got a list of things I won't miss but it's far too long to mention. Someone gave me a handbook all about the art of happiness. It's still around here somewhere under all this mess.

And in the distance I can hear the monsters on my trail. Now it's time to get out of here and you're wrong if you think I care that I don't ever finish what I started.

Nineteen eighty-seven (more than half a lifetime ago), living in a small town in East Ontario. That night we called on the devil to grant us a life of happiness? Well maybe we were too drunk to notice when he answered us.

And in the distance I can hear the monsters on my trail. Now it's time to get out of here and you're wrong if you think I care that I don't ever finish what I started.

And in the distance I can hear those monsters closing in. Tell my friends in the band I'm gonna miss them when I'm gone. I've got a list of things I won't miss but it's far too long to mention.

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