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Well he's loose and he's hard and from the whites of his eyes
You can tell he's a liar
And when he comes down he bombs around
And burns like a fire

He takes the bus into town and leaves it two points down
And with the old man he conspires
They mix up the plans with barbed wire and sand
Til the old voice draws him higher

He's selling secrets to the wrong side
Diefenbunker's blowing sky high
Hideout High

Hangin' with the lo-fi scrappers who grew up to be tractors
Screaming "Mellow my mind!"
Til the dog-eared raptors and young minetrappers
Put Zambonis into drive

And zeppelin repellents used by professors and felons
But you can't justify
Burning through a million faces and running the bases
On someone else's dime

He's selling secrets to the wrong side
DIefenbunker's blowing sky high
Hideout... Hideout... Hideout...

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from Smoke & Variety, released May 6, 2015

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the Flying Museum Band Toronto, Ontario

"A sonic spiritual of roots-country-folk, a southern-tinged collective that makes you want to cry out, alleluia, I have seen the light. A gritty folk jam straight from Torontopia."

"From the breezy and rustic melodies of their earlier recordings to the more urgent, polished pop of their recent output, this decidedly grounded Toronto band will put a grin on your mouth area."
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