Biografia:
Fil, Mike, Matt and Tim formed a band, then simply called "Flashlight", out of boredom and frustration and quickly moved from the small college town of Guelph to the much larger Toronto, Ontario. At first, they were unable to get the attention of nightclub owners, so they devised a fictitious talent agency, called the Harry Wells Booking Agency, which would "represent" them. With the agency as their intermediate, they quickly gained enough recognition to go on tour.
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Flashlight Brown
Fatso
A D
Thought that I was nothing more than one of your pawns
A D
While you stormed your ladder rung by rung
A D
Though your conscience bled about everything you said
Bm E
I sincerely hope you had a little fun
And I bet it felt swell to damn me to hell
While the rest of us lost our cool
Yet still I live despite what you did
Because I know that I am uglier than you
A C#m F#m E
Fight the power, fight the future, fight the CDA
Fight your conscience, fight your jesus, lose me on your way
A
Something came around the corner
E
Something went a little wrong
D
Call me fag, have some class
A
Come on fatso kick my ass
Break for a lunch of model glue punch
And a thermos of your mother's Pam
You made it quite clear you didn't want me near
And I faked it like I didn't give a damn
And Sonia Bianchi never lost touch
With the way you never lost your cool
And although you're a prick and make people sick
I guess this world doesn't need another fool
Now in the end I'm forced to contend
That my personal war is through
Now I'm dumped and your ego's pumped
Cause somebody wrote a song about you
Fatso
A D
Thought that I was nothing more than one of your pawns
A D
While you stormed your ladder rung by rung
A D
Though your conscience bled about everything you said
Bm E
I sincerely hope you had a little fun
And I bet it felt swell to damn me to hell
While the rest of us lost our cool
Yet still I live despite what you did
Because I know that I am uglier than you
A C#m F#m E
Fight the power, fight the future, fight the CDA
Fight your conscience, fight your jesus, lose me on your way
A
Something came around the corner
E
Something went a little wrong
D
Call me fag, have some class
A
Come on fatso kick my ass
Break for a lunch of model glue punch
And a thermos of your mother's Pam
You made it quite clear you didn't want me near
And I faked it like I didn't give a damn
And Sonia Bianchi never lost touch
With the way you never lost your cool
And although you're a prick and make people sick
I guess this world doesn't need another fool
Now in the end I'm forced to contend
That my personal war is through
Now I'm dumped and your ego's pumped
Cause somebody wrote a song about you
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