.​.​. it might even could

by My Canadian Girlfriend

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It Might Even Could (2006).


All analog, all the time (well, usually).

"It Might Even Could -- the new album from Chicago's new rock-solid rock trio My Canadian Girlfriend has a sound and a soul that's rich and rooted deep. "

"MCG's stellar debut record was recorded just off the Chicago River in Studio A of Mr. Steve Albini's Electrical Audio. It rocks and it rolls, sometimes at the same time even. A good sense of melody and timing will make MCG your friend. Guitar trickery and smart lyrics will win your heart."

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released November 1, 2006

Recorded and mixed in June 22-25 and July 14-15 2006 by Steve Albini at Electrical Audio, Studio A. Mastered by Steve Rooke at Abbey Road Studios, London, England.

Jamie Fillmore | Guitar, Voice, Keyboard
Mike McCutcheon | Electric Bass Guitar
Mark McCutcheon | The Drum Kit
Anita Fillmore | Voice
Jeff Libersher | Trumpets (Lola)

Cover Art by Michelle Liffick

Words by Jamie Fillmore (except "Lola," words by Mike McCutcheon, music by Fillmore). All songs written and performed by My Canadian Girlfriend, c. 2006.


My Canadian Girlfriend: Jamie Fillmore, Mark McCutcheon, Mike McCutcheon

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Track Name: Rocker 1
Rocker 1

We've gotta lotta makin' up to do.

We've gotta lotta makin' up to do,
we needed this, you need it too.
We've gotta lotta makin' up to do.

We've gotta lotta makin' up to do,
we needed this, you need it too.
We've gotta lotta makin' up to do.


Hey, you've gotta lotta nerve,
to come 'round here up in your peacock piñata perfected decoy.

Hey, I'll be they hit you with the soft-serve-sucker-sin
you look like hell -- you look like a well-intended beating.

Hey, you've gotta gotta lotta lotta nerve,
you sure smell good and I've gotta lotta nerve too.
And hey, we've gotta lotta makin' up to do --
we might as well start right now.

We might as well start now.

{ Words by Jamie Fillmore, Music by MCG c.2006 }
Track Name: Catch a Cat
I went out dreaming alone in a fog
I had remembered the way that you are.
A firecracker with a fuse lit by light of a star.
I remember the way that you were.

Watermelon fights on the lake where we'd sex up the rocks,
Trying hard to hold on to the start.
We'd run down to the tracks and stick our tongues down our hearts
Trying hard to hold on to the start.

Say hello to a world where everyone grows old
Probably will too, before you know it
(oh don't ask / don't ask why)

Say hello to a world where when we're happy we cry
And when we're not we just stand there laughing
(oh don't ask / oh don't ask / don't ask why)

All these feelings get lost over time,
Like they depended on you being mine.
Beating back blood and the love in our racing hearts
I realized just the way we are.

Say hello to a world where when you go you're gone
And you can't come back, not they way you'd wanna
(oh don't ask / don't ask why)

Say hello to a world where while you're here, you're god
And while you're god you'd best learn to enjoy it—

There's a world left to see, without you and me
'round the bend, my extraordinary friend

If you can catch a cat by the tail, you'll learn something (you can't learn any other way)

Catch a cat by the tail, there's still some things
(you can't learn any other way)

Catch a cat by the tail, you'll learn something
you can't learn any other way.

CATCH A CAT { words: Fillmore | music: MCG | c.2006 }
Track Name: Elie (pt 1 & 2)
Elie

One cannot remember and stay indifferent.
So we forget.
So we forget.

In my life I've lived from question to question mark.
And this one too remains a question mark.

But anyways, god is only god.
But anyways, god is only god.
And I am still only trying to be human.

Sometimes the pain we feel, reminds us of
Places we've never been.

We pick our scabs don't we?



Call it what you want.
Future: It's All Your Own.
And you're not alone.
What happens there's worth all your love.

Ah—love—Must learn love.
Presence. Pain. Lust.

Then something of your own tries to become what's greater
And life in all its varied facets, steep inclines with friendly faces—
It's happiness it's joys—our noise.

Beneath a simple sense of beauty, a heart can find a sense of worthy.
The hours steal upon our days, with seconds tugging at the frays—
Our time may fly away, but you stay.

And it's all locked up right now.
We'll spend time learning how—to keep a world in me
But look inside see

All of life set free. All of life set free.
How the heart keeps beat I will never know, but it's pulse I follow.

All wrapped up and loud.
A face without a crowd.
Gift under the tree—
All for the taking.

All of life set free. All of life set free.
How the heart keeps beat I will never know, but it's pulse I follow.


Elie (pt 1 & 2) { words: Fillmore | music: MCG | c.2006 }
Track Name: Summer in Winter
Standing, if only for a minute—
Outside, as if I wasn't in it.
Oh I guess I'd need a witness
or at least for you to see this place right now.

Summer in winter and somewhere we might like to go.

Be careful what you wish for—
every one wants in on this floor.
Right now, it's all wicked beauty
absent one wonderful cutie

Oh it's sad. Summer in winter and I know you'd want to be here.

Most seasons pass without a simple hello goodbye
But this winter can't seem to stop summer from saying—
"Hey! How are you? I'll see you next June."
But with you it's never really that soon.

Flicking ants off the porch it can get hard
to remember the one you adore.
Grandstanding at the side of the house,
Honey, you act like you've been up there before.
C'mon—shake 'em down to your knees—
Baby please don't hold out anymore.
Every boy dreams of fulfilling the dreams—
of a girl dreaming of being a whole lot more.

And what's summer for?
But I can't seem to remember the pain
or the gain—of the game.
That's alright.

Summer in Winter { words: Fillmore | music: MCG | c.2006 }
Track Name: Lola
Let's start at the end.
Let's lay our weapons down and cross out.
Cross out the sage advice.
Let's break before we bend.
Can we hear the silence end? This time
this might be the master plan

For losing yourself for having it all—
For throwing it all goodbye.

Well, let's break before we bend.
Can we hear the silence end? This time
this might be the master plan

For losing yourself, for having it all—
For throwing it all goodbye.

Your name is Lola, have a ball.
Your name is Lola, you're a doll.

From the beginning now my friend—
's called a small stake in our plans.
Let's say—let's say, that we'll never do this
again.

Lola { words: Mike McCutcheon | music: MCG | c.2006 }
Track Name: SFS
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could end this way, we could you know.
One can't care too much, about the right things.
But that's the part, I seem to get it wrong sometimes.
If I made a mistake, I made a mistake.
The part about you running on—
Alone—doesn't help me.
Does it help you?

Sometimes I say too much,
Sometimes you don't say—
Enough
For me to know, what's going on with you
And so with us,

Space fucking sucks.


SFS { words: Fillmore | music: MCG | c.2006 }


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Track Name: Pan Asian Express
Come on now, come around—show you how
Let's play Monkey In The Middle.
Keep away, keep it away, keep away—
I'll play both sides, you play the center.

See how the ball flies overhead.
See all the good things we never did.
Watching, waiting for me—
but I'll keep, keep you waiting.

Looks like you're still waiting.


Some may say, I wish my life away—but sure feels great.


Patience, patience—is alright.
And patiently waiting is a virtue.
But waiting, waiting—all night
That's when your patience—it will hurt you.

Where did that patience get you?


Some may say, don't live life this way—
but sure feels great, and she feels good
and it's understood.
Misunderstood.


You go back and try again, but your heart just wasn't in.
And when it all begins, you know why.

To love is not a sin, but love will love again.
And when your heart moves in, you just dive.


La la la.


The Pan Asian Express { words: Fillmore | music: MCG | c. 2006 }

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Track Name: Texas
Can't stand up and I can't stand down.
Can't go forward, I'm all alone.
And it's cold.

Hands ice chilly and I am lonely,
Coldness you're my one and only.
So hold me, 'cause here we go.

Leaves late fallen still rustle.
Stars still twinkle, so I'm told.
Bleak skies cannot stop their music,
Nor the cold.

Moods creep slowly on the snow,
Deepening thoughts dark in the cold.

(one steps forward to step back)
(one step forward, two steps back)

Blood still flowing though I am lonely.
Trees still growing though it's so cold.
Dark clouds cover the mad sky moving.
Stars still twinkle, but I don't know—

For the folly of petty things, all the simpleness in life and the joy it brings.
For the folly of petty things, when the simple things in life are—
All you need.

So, here we go.
(four ways to go one way back)
(two steps forward, one step back)

For the folly of pretty things, when the simple things in life are all you need.
For the folly of petty things, when the simple things in life are—
All you need.


TEXAS { words: Fillmore/Fillmore | music: Fillmore | c.1992, 2006 }
Track Name: The Epitome of Model Rocket Building
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And I've gotta make my peace with God.
But power seems like it's religion.
Might be surprised, look what you've got—
Life livin' here, quit all that waiting.
Predicate on death and war.
Justify by so much virtue.

And I'm not sure there's a better life up there—

Where everybody looks like Jesus.
But everyone acts just like Caesar.
Down here, I do what ever pleases
You.
Ah, you

And me and he make three and I think—

God how great you are, how great you must be.
But I can't see you and I doubt you see me.
It's not that I think you don't exist,
It's that you're just so sorely missed.

And all these fools actin' like they speak for you.

Angels sing, in everything.
Angels sing, over everything.
The joy they bring—
Is it real?

And what are hopes for?
To raise those spirits up on high? And dash 'em down again?
To promise warmth and sunshine when the rain is feared?
Is this what hopes are for?

And what are hopes for?
Are we meant to lift this troubled gaze from the vain trivialities and sordid ways?
Is this what hopes are for?

And what I hope is for—the things that drag us down this way,
May we learn to let them go.
And may we always stay—in what our hopes are.

This is what hopes are for.


Railroad Song { words: Fillmore/Fillmore | music: MCG | c.2006 }


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Track Name: 3x Bass Expansion Unit
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I've never seen anything like it before.
Colors filled up the sky like a plasma screen saver.
No, I'm not on drugs.

The northern lights hit the sky at 3am.
Don't see 'em 'round much—probably won't see them again.
But the way that it feels with the sky on fire,
It's like living with you my little live wire.

All in a blaze of light. All in the brightest night. And it's all alright.
And the sky's not falling down. Just the ground come up around.

The Lake's stirred up tonight, but it's usually so calm.
Like it wants the air to trace its wet palm.
But soon I'll move away and this will be all gone.
Like aurora borealis lost in Chi-town.

And I suppose you and me will be not found.
And I suppose this will be where we break ground.
When the waves hit the sand with an undertow—
Are they glad to get back? Or can't they wait to go?

All in a blaze of light. All in the brightest night. And it's all so right.

Don't want to follow/(I want to follow)
For how long?
Maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe now/(you may be gone)

Oh how always we waste time, making mud pies—slating lives of others'
Mud pies and with smug hands, when the sun begins to shine—
The shadows disappear.

Oh how often we waste time, making mud pies with the Sands of Destiny (of the Divine we emulate), slating lives of other—Mud pies and with smug hands and the Sands of Destiny (of the Divine we emulate), when the sun begins to shine, the shadows disappear.

Oh how often we waste time, making mud pies, slating lives of other
Mud pies, travesties and shadows.
Oh how often we waste time.
And with smug hands
And when the sun begins to shine

Our shadows disappear.


3x BASS EXPANSION UNIT { words: Fillmore/Fillmore | music: MCG | c. 2006 }


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Track Name: 93 Alewives
so I guess I was right about the dream and all.
And I've told you I don't like to be right.
Cold lake water waves roll in again (and again)
And those shootin' stars aren't stars at all.

This fairy tale goes on (and on)
But you will end with this song.


The scent in the air of rotting alewives.
The scent in the air of mildew in your basement.
The scent in the air of what these days have meant—
To you.


And you— you oughta know these things by now.
And you— you should be making landslides.
And you— long known these things by now.
And you— have long since forgotten.
And you— will let me fall like all the rest.
And you— should've called me back by now.


And you— will go away.


ALEWIVES { words & music: Fillmore | c. 1993 }

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