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Tactical Unit of Rock / Summerpool

by Hard Red Spring

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Summerpool 02:45
Summerpool (M. Hunter/D. Barney) Summerpool – it’s the local crowd on the weekend Belly flops and fancy diving Showin’ off – touch the bottom of the deep end It’s the adolescent season Laying there and dreaming Soaking wet and breathing mouth-to-mouth It’s that California feeling High on cocoa butter Lying to your mother when she calls Chlorine… Summerpool - every colour of the rainbow Picnic lunches, aunties laughing Sharing a towel, getting wasted on the sunshine We are weightless in the water Dandelion cotton Everything forgotten for today Summerpool you are my summer Waterproof mascara Wish I had a pair of mirror shades
(I Think) My Boyfriend’s a Fascist (D. Barney) I saw you on the bus today And I had to look away I thought I heard a swastika Rollin’ off your silver tongue I think my boyfriend’s a fascist He’s polishing his boots I think my boyfriend’s a fascist He used to be so cute I will never understand What happened to “This Charming Man” You think you’re tough but you’re just scared I’ve seen you in your underwear I don’t think those jokes are funny I don’t care where you were born I don’t wanna close the border I wanna kick down all the doors I wish that I could kiss your mouth And suck all of the poison out We could make out in the rain And it would wash away the stain
Tube Top Tina (D. Barney) Tube Top Tina after all There’s nothin’ like perfume and alcohol To straighten out A crooked point of view Maybe if you close your eyes You won’t see through this sad disguise And for tonight I’ll be your dream come true Tube Top Tina will you Be my Valentine? We’ll live on chocolate bars And Christmas clementines I’ll buy you firecrackers And you’ll buy me some time Tube Top Tina, Tina Tina be mine It’s been a while since I felt like this Been fifteen years since I been kissed In fifteen more I might be in the ground So how ‘bout we take in a show? And how ‘bout we take it real slow? ‘Cause if it breaks It might not make a sound Never learned to social dance And this could be my only chance To take a turn Out on that old sprung floor So hold on tight and watch your step I haven’t learned the ending yet But I’m closer now Than I’ve ever been before
Vera’s Return (D. Barney) Vera lost her nerve Before the knot was tied And there would be no wedding day And no reluctant bride Barefoot daughter of a Doukhobor Peeling apples on the kitchen floor Sons of Freedom whispering her name Vera burned her playhouse down In a field of dandelions Charlie had a big idea And a jar of cherry wine Something growing deep inside Charlie Thunders was petrified And Vera had some ideas of her own Rumour has it that you can’t get there from here And when you reach the end you quietly disappear The family’s in disgrace and the neighbours are concerned But all will be revealed when Vera makes her return Vera found her name On a wall down at the pier Her mother’s mother’s mother She disembarked right here Packed her babies and she headed west That first winter was quite a test Springtime came and the apple blossoms raged Vera stands alone Upon this eastern shore The Old Country ain’t what it was But the new one’s looking worn Books her passage and stows her trunk Full of memories and other junk Sheds a tear and blames it on the wind Vera’s counting stars Beneath the Russian sky Gave birth to a baby girl With Charlie Thunders’ eyes The two of them in a one-room flat On a feather bed, imagine that Homemade curtains and they ain’t comin’ back
Underpaid Ladies (D. Barney) A cross on the highway for the immigrant harvesters Riding their bicycles, clipped by a passing car Picking tomatoes at a farm outside Leamington Sending their money home every weekend What if they came in a column of colours? And we stood behind them like we had their backs? There’s plenty of room for your sisters and brothers Gimme your hand, I’ll carry your pack Now that you mention it, the underpaid ladies Hand-rollin’ dumplings and nursing their babies In back of a kitchen, in a basement on Lincoln There’s a look in their eyes, and it’s got me thinkin’ I know it sounds crazy, but I’ll say it anyway: How ‘bout a living wage, how ‘bout some holidays? Maybe a daycare, for those little babies There’d be no stopping the underpaid ladies
This is Not the Bed I Made (D. Barney) Seven miles from the Husky station On the edge of town one Friday night My hands are soaked with gasoline If I keep on scrubbin’ they might come clean A penny saved is a penny earned I’m counting pennies but my fingers burn Been working on my attention span But I got my pride and I’m making plans This is not the bed I made No, it’s not the bed I made Champagne on the patio I'm not invited but I think I’ll go And ask that man how he condones The state of things in that slum he owns Crouched here in the black of night I got no doubts about wrong and right ‘Cause justice seen, is justice done And they can see the flames from the 401
Bandages 04:44
Bandages (D. Barney) Bring me some bandages And a jar of strong liquor Bury the cartridges And wipe off the trigger Don’t ask no questions And I’ll tell no lies Just bring me the bandages And cover your eyes Sing me that song again And let go the horses Watch out for highwaymen And sinister forces Take that old violin That she used to play And sing me that song again Then put it away Pack up your pretty things In your mama’s red suitcase Take these old wedding rings And go wash your dirty face Put on your Sunday dress The one from the store And pack up your pretty things And set ‘em by the door


Summerpool is the sophomore release by Montreal's Hard Red Spring. It features the band's Tactical Unit of Rock.


released March 20, 2018

Tactical Unit of Rock:

Darin Barney – guitars, vocals
Jenny Burman – vocals, cowbell
Carrie Rentschler – drums, percussion
Jonathan Sterne – basses, bass six

Words and music by Darin Barney and Tactical Unit of Rock, except:

“Summerpool” words by Darin Barney, music by Matthew Hunter and Tactical Unit of Rock.

Thanks to Charles Acland, Matthew Hunter, Caitlin Loney, Mary Stone, Eva Stone-Barney, Will Stone-Barney, Alex Polkki, Amy Alt and Niko Klem.

Recorded by Peter Woodford at the amazing Bottle Garden Studio in Montreal, summer 2017.

Additional recording, editing and mixing by Jonathan Sterne (assisted by Carrie Rentschler) at Les deux chats, Montreal, summer 2017, and even more mixing at Ohne Katzen, Berlin, fall 2017.

Mastered by Freddy Knop at Listeners Mastering, Berlin.

Cover image by Eva Stone-Barney.




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