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Dear Bongo,

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	1.	Bird Chirp ft. The Hypochondriacs 04:18 video	lyrics	buy track
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	4.	Nuns 04:05	lyrics	buy track
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“Combining wry, cutting lyrics and whimsical arrangements, the Canadian art-rockers’ latest is a tilt-a-whirl of a breakup album.” – Bandcamp

“…the album doesn’t so much take you on a ride as it does roll with you down a hill, laughing and shouting.” – Post-Trash

“absolutely exudes chemistry” – PureGrainAudio

Reeling from the end of his latest relationship, a distressed painter seeks solace in alcohol and his craft. Bored of typical canvas, he paints rooms, other artists' paintings, buildings, and highway lines until he ultimately decides to fix nature's colours - most of which now seem flawed to his obsessed eye.

This is the tale spun by weirdo avant-rock trio Motherhood on their newest LP, Dear Bongo. A meditation on the strident need for perfection in an imperfect world, the narrative weaves and waves, bounces and bops, and careens and crashes amidst the group's signature blend of self-made circus punk. Ranging from the playful Mekons-meets-Deerhoof opener "Bird Chirp" to the heavy-stock Cramps nod "Constanza," right through to the frenetic sleeve-hearted poetics of "Hallways," Dear Bongo is a nine-song LP of razor-sharp double-vision that skirts the edgy edges and heads straight for Spiritville.

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released March 1, 2019

Produced by Kyle Cunjak & Motherhood

Recorded by Corey Bonnevie (Monopolized, Saint John, NB)
Mixed by Jay Crocker (Prism ship, Crousetown, NS)
Mastered by Bryan Martin (Sonosphere, Montreal, QC)

All songs written and performed by Motherhood (SOCAN & ASCAP) except "Costanza" based on "Can't Hardly Stand It” written by Jerry Huffman, Jody Chastain, & Charlie Feathers (Round Hill carlin / Trio Music)

Motherhood is:
Brydon Crain (guitar, vocals)
Adam Sipkema (drums & all sorts of percussion, vocals)
Penelope Stevens (synth, keys, bass, vocals)

Additional Performers:
Luke Saunders, David R. Elliott, the Hypochondriacs, Kyle Cunjak, & Corey Bonnevie

Cover photo by Kyle Albright (Fredericton, NB)
Album artwork by Gregory Pepper (Guelph, ON)

Motherhood would like to thank:
Kyle, Corey, Jay, The Capital, Anna & Tesla, Joey, Dennis & Jenny, Barry Crain Jr., Luke & Donnie, Forward Music Group, our families, & the Cult

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Motherhood is an avant-rock trio from Fredericton, NB, Canada.

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discography

• 
  Dear Bongo,
  Mar 2019
• 
  Bird Chirp - Single
  Jan 2019
• 
  Pick of the Pugs - Single
  Sep 2018
• 
  Baby Teeth
  Mar 2018
• 
  The Oracle (Construction & Destruction cover)
  Mar 2017
• 
  Greville Tapes Music Club vol. 1​(​mums' half)
  Dec 2015
• 
  Problems
  Jul 2014
• 
  Diamonds & Gold
  Jun 2013

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Track Name: Bird Chirp ft. The Hypochondriacs

Surely there'll be mercy 
Surely there'll be mercy 
But firstly like a bird perched in a birch tree they will chirp me 

I'm a country bumpkin slumping drunk and bumping into something 
Like a little kid or something, guess I gotta live for something 
I used to live for nothing 
Kicking up a fit for nothing 
I used to take what I could get which isn't shit for nothing 

Surely there'll be mercy 
Surely there'll be mercy 
But firstly like birds perched in a birch tree they will chirp me 

I'll be fine 
I'll be fine by and by 
I'll be fine by and by let the circle divide 
Get the purple mixing blue and red, you know what I mean? 
Means I mean for the ends and then pretend to be sweet

Track Name: Way Down

Alright then 
I'll admit time to time it was frightening 
Tip-toed a fine line to spite them 
A wink of my eye and a sly grin 
When they pipe in 

Well aw shucks 
Was I scraping or painting the walls up? 
Was I making just bits or it all up? 
These nitwits can witness it awestruck 
But it's small stuff 

Ok now 
I hate to throw weight 'round the playground 
But fake kind and kind make the same sound 
Saying, 'good grief, great gracious I'm grave-bound' 
On the way down 

You can find me painting lines on down the interstate 
Yellow as the sunshine, white as a winter's day 
Quiet as a candle-lit roadside dinner date 
Hubcap dinner plate, never seen a thinner steak 

Mean Mr. Musta Heard About Me, puddin', need some proof? 
Kicking up a fuss like it's dust just beneath my boot 
Hit ya with a rusty piece of muffler in your two front tooths 
Ou-waka do-waka I'ma gonna give it to you 

I often get mixed up 
Sit shiva in witch pots 
But which ones are wisdom 
And which thoughts are witch thoughts?

Track Name: Nuns

The wood fire sucks in the smoke that I clutch in my shaking right hand 
Meanwhile there's dust in the broom pan 
Denial sure is more than just a long river in Sudan 

I'm feeling uneasy like six in the evening I put on my shoes 
Meantime the city bus blew by 
Seems like I'm pretty much kidding myself and not you guys 

Surely 
There'll be mercy 
But firstly 
Like birds perched in birch trees they will chirp me 

My eyelids and lips start to twitch in the kitchen I'm fixing to croak 
Elsewhere the nuns do the breast stroke 
Felt fair and fine at the time but in hindsight I let go 

Surely 
There'll be mercy 
But firstly 
Like birds perched in birch trees they will chirp me

Track Name: Costanza

Save it for dog 
I brought the right amount of lightning for the bugs in the bog 
I mean I'm chugging along 
I'm sticking it out through the thick and the dark if you'll pardon the trickling thoughts 

Well you do not know, babe 
I love you so 

You've got me all fucked up 
I'm not letting it slide in the bed of the truck 
If you're hiccuping drunk and you're getting it stuck 
In the muck and the mire in the thick of the brush 
As if it's not vicious and wicked enough 
I'm sick and disinterested missing the bus 

Well you do not know, babe 
I love you so 

But you've got me all fucked up 
I'm all fucked up 

Tip of my tongue 
I mean a slip of my tongue 
I mean they call me Sweet Thing even when I'm hiccuping blood
I mean I'm sick as they come 
I mean I'm chucking up my stomach like it's bricks in the mud 
Right by the snakes and the bugs 

Well you do not know, babe 
I love you so 

But you've got me all fucked up 
I'm all fucked up 

I used to live for nothing 
Kick up a fit for nothing 
I used to take what I could get which isn't shit for nothing

Track Name: Pick of the Pugs

I mix the the yellow and blue 
I miss the hell outta you 
Could only think of one way I could pass the time 
Churchill'd on a Sunday mixing up the primes 
My what's a fella to do 

You're on vacation down in Peru 
I paint your fucking house with a crew 
And I ain't scared to scaffold, scale them all the time 
I could paint a castle baffling in size 
And high as a space cadet too 

Mean Mr. Musta Heard of Me 
I miss her mean meander 
I missed her terribly for weeks or days at least 

'Cause I'm not the pick of the pugs 
Never tug a kick or a punch 
Never knew the difference, did it on a hunch 
Call it what you wanna, I was out to lunch 
And they should have warned you I was 

It hit me like a brick in the guts 
Stinking like a fifth on the bus 
Oh my, mighty fine to be alive 
Mighta made a million, maybe coulda died 
A half pint of 'Pine in a glove 

Mean Mr. Musta Heard of Me 
I miss her mean meander 
I missed her terribly for weeks 
Oh que sera and c'est la vie

Track Name: Hallway

Not only don't I need it, I don't want it 
Leave me be beside the fire, the brick, the carpet 
Underneath the cement floor's hard as my heart is 
I beg your pardon if I hardy-har the hardest 

But I must have rolled at least a mile 
Completely free of ease and style 
But here's where it stopped 
I steered for the rocks 
It was worse than they feared 
I was weird from the hop 

So now I'm seething in the evening in the darkness 
Every word you bark I hark and leave it markless 
Never heard a word so fine it buttered parsnips 
Put the cart behind the horse inside the harness 

Back when everything was okey-dokey
You could have asked and I'd have known if I was joking 
I'd yet to get what it was like to never know things 
I'd yet to sweat so much at night I woke up soaking 

But I must have rolled at least a mile 
Completely free of ease and style 
But here's where it stopped 
I steered for the rocks 
It was worse than they feared 
I was weird from the hop 

Every mile of road I go's got 
Two miles of ditch, you know 
Few couple nun hats that I'm 
Itching to kick or throw 
I'd like to kick them quick 
Quicker than the liquor goes 

Bet you wish that you were in the hallway right now 
Breaking stuff 
Don't ya? 
Uh-huh 

Instead of faking shaken up 
You should pick a painting up 
Off the wall 
And change the shading up 

Like you were Yaweh or Allah 
All of the lawn was the wrong shade 
Made like a snake and laid long-ways 
Painted each blade through the long days 
I couldn't quite get the greens right 
I started painting by street light 
Imagine the fright that would be mine 
When I arrived at the tree line 
And all of the trunks were the wrong hue 
Glimpse at the pond was the wrong blue 
Then it sunk in you were gone too 
And I'd have to fix it without you 

Bet you wish that you were in the hallway right now 
Breaking stuff 
Don't ya? 
Uh-huh

Track Name: Reprise

I'll be fine 
I'll be fine by and by 
I'll be fine by and by so let the circle divide 
Get the purple mixing blue and red 
You know what I mean? 
Means I'm mean for the ends and then pretend to be sweet