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The London Music Archives - 2000

DAILY MURDERS
Low Class Murders

Can't Go Home
Don't Tell Me
Don't Tell Me
Choice
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Daily Murders is

Jeff Keutsch - vocals, guitar
Curt Herbert - vocals, guitar
Jay Boulianne - bass
Scott Cameron - drums

contact
www.dailymurders.com
theband@dailymurders.com
Booking - Curt (519) 660-1547
1 Novello Court London ON N6J 3B1

Recorded in August 2000 in some dank basement
Engineered, mixed and produced by Jeff Keutsch
Band Photos by Pedja Vujacic
Car Photos and Layout by Scott Cameron

Thanks to: Our families and friends, Susan Pedersen, Mike P and My Lice, Pedja, Jess, Rebecca, RyanXGavel, Steve Dixon, Phil, Ryan Perry, Chris Pickett, Grill Ryan, Brett Rose, Jay 'Cutty" Cutajar, Call the Office, The Embassy Hotel, Jugs & Muggs in Strafford, Channel 99, Flatline, Sewing with Nancy, Johnny Terrien, Broken Star, Hard to Say, and all the london punk bands past present and future and kids who come to the shows and support the scene and you!
Lyrics
Can't Go Home
Looking out the window, watching life pass me by. As the boredom persists my problems arise. 1 turn around to find I've got too much to keep me occupied. I want to go out and play, my body, money, work and time stand in the way. Things will never be the same, much better In different ways. You can't go home no matter how hard you try. Growing up seeing how things changed, we swore they'd stay the same, such a gradual procession to who we are today. I know (hose days are gone though sometimes It still feels like we're living them today. You can't go home no matter how hard you try. If you don't believe that you're believing a lie. You will find there's no time to do the things you used to do. You can't go home and that's the truth.

Wintec
And as I'm left standing, I'm left not understanding why you made that choice. And as I'm left alone. words hit me like a stone, a devastating voice. I Just can't believe that you'd get up and leave, get up and leave me for dead. But now you see the way, we work for better days, at least that's what you said. I'm hurting at the thought of my loneliness. I can't stand the thought of losing you. I tried to make everything alright Your pressures are the kind that can't be seen by the naked eye. I've never been this cold, When i walk into this room you are already in. When you lie next to me i feel nothing. I've never been this cold.. premature winter.

Don't Tell Me
Please don't tell me all the stupid things i did the night before. you can scream them to my face as I'm passed out on the floor. Things were said, deeds were done, they told me 1 was having so much fun. stories that i laughed at of those nights ....those nights i can't recall. Please don't tell me anymore, i don't want to hear, the old stories of younger years, and way too much beer, i wish i may, I wish i might, i wish i wasn't a jackass last night. don't tell me i don't really want to hear. Falling down, throwing up trying to remember who t picked up, cringing at the though of all those nights .... those nights 1 can't recalllllllllllllllYEAH!

Choice
There's just one thing that we can never find. A pathetic attempt to be satisfied. Who cares about what's right and what's wrong. We're drunk and full of courage waiting to be told what we want. there's just one thing that we can never find so we run into the outstretched arms of the blind. As we complain that all is lost. We know we don't need what we were looking for. deep down Inside if we took the time we'd see the errors in our lives, present, past, future; we'd see a better way. I never said that i am innocent not looking for you to forgive me right now. From now on i know I've learned the lesson, so from now on I'll make the right decisions.

409
by Brian Wilson and Gary Usher