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Fleeting Moments

by Fake Canadian

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1.
Another weekend night, a house party or a bar It could turn out differently this time Slick back my hair, feel real suave Lookin' real fine, I`m dressed to the nines But I know it's not for me, coz I know This is just another venue to humiliate myself Give me a chance, I swear that I will blow it I can be an ass on my own, I don't need your help I know my place, it's right there in that corner Putting up my guard, you will never cross my border Sayin' how you doin? Come here often? That's not for me So you walk up to me while I'm nursing my LaCroix Well I would if there was one in the fridge Oh, we could strike up a chat while I sip on warm tap water But I feel I'm teetering off a bridge Coz I know it's not for me, I'm as relatable As Hemingway drinking himself under the table Open up my mouth but I can only manage banal So stilted, so shy, so utterly ungraceful Maybe you would like to join me in this dance But you will never know coz I won't give myself a chance Spry, skipping carefree, I know it's not for me No I just haven't earned it yet I don't think I ever will For all the milestones I've passed The road still goes uphill How long can you hold out Can you manage one more climb For all the good this does It's no longer worth my time The night's just getting started, but man, I feel so beat Wave an Irish goodbye out the door onto the street Way to go unnoticed, didn't even leave a dent On the carpet or the wall, you're such a non-event Coz I know it's not for me, socializing Is not the domain of the overanalyzing Post-mortem in the car driving down the freeway Being at one with l'esprit de l'escalier You're a schlub, you're a schmuck, you're a fakakta schnook If you thought I'm headed somewhere, I guess I made you look Doomed to a life of lateral movement Allergic to anything resembling self-improvement Digging in your heels with nowhere else to flee I'm staying right here, going out is not for me
2.
Addlepated 02:57
Credit check on me now Run the receipts bit by bit In reality, it's formality I know I'm good for it But I'm acting like a man Waiting for the shoe to drop Even if it doesn't fit I can't will myself to stop I know that things should be fine I know I haven't shit the bed But in my own mind, I know how I'll feel instead Addlepated Now I wrote up a list Of all the good traits about myself In the distance I can feel The presence of something else Some embarrassment from the past Long ago locked away But the way it hits me I feel Like it was yesterday There's no reason to think A repeat performance is due But I believe that I believe that I think it's true Addlepated Gotta back away now My welcome is overstayed I was only here for a minute But we know by now it’s boilerplate Your hand slips away from mine No connection was made Clearly I didn’t try hard enough To really engage with the game I know I’m capable of more I know that the outcome could change Inevitably I will fuck up, what else can I say? Addlepated
3.
And the plane is packed with every drop of fuel it wants It won't land 'til its used up every one that it's got You can let me off any old time that you like But if the flight plan says we stay airborne it's fine I don't wanna break the tension But I'm gonna miss my connection The longer I stay on board I'm staying stuck to my station Waiting for my chances for disembarkation Before I forget what I'm flying for It's ok, I'm moving up the plane row by row Maybe business class is a cromulent plateau The captain speaks, we can hold this pattern long as we like I bought the ticket, remind me how long is the ride? I don't wanna break the tension But I'm gonna miss my connection The longer I stay on board I'm staying stuck to my station Waiting for my chances for disembarkation Before I forget what I'm flying for You meet all kinds with the seatbelt signs off If we ever land, we've got our plans drawn We got some time, well, a lot of it To fight off all the endings forgone And the service is second to none Enough libation to keep you on one But the buzz wears off and you realize You've been on this plane too long Well, we landed but we're taxiing indefinitely The captain’s voice intones on the PA wearily And I remembered when I've been back here before Pulled the handle on the emergency exit door And I hit the tarmac with both feet Saw the sky so wide as I could see And on that flight plan I can pull the curtain And I swore it'd never happen again A pattern holder in my life, ever, amen As I board another flight uncertain
4.
The night tags to the fog The sun puts up little fight The day drags indefinitely Before giving it back up to the night I still want for leisure I’ll pay any transaction In its stead, I get tiny bits Of micro-satisfactions Give me fleeting moments Brief like a candle Little fits and starts They're all that I can handle Glances from the eye Short conversations Exceeding increasingly Lowered expectations Peering into a one-way window Somehow the void stared back But if you make a hard turn we can get this tour Of your old life back on track Cut to make a point I'm a wound quick to stop the bleed An accelerated, highlight friendship A love lived at ten times speed Give me fleeting moments Brief like a candle Little fits and starts They're all that I can handle Glances from the eye Short conversations Exceeding increasingly Lowered expectations
5.
I took the car out to the shop So they could fix it up The motor mounts were shot The engine's shaking all over the bay I set the traps up in my room The mice, their deaths can't come too soon I got a new card To pay off my balance at a lower rate I got all my ducks lined up So I can take a clear shot I got everything I need How do I get everything I want Been busy feeding myself Just to stay hungry all the time Just saved up enough energy To send an SOS down the line It wasn't like this in summers past The portable AC is in so I can relax The space heater's back in the attic I'll see you some winter day But satisfaction's side effects arrive That wistful feeling's all but died Been unfulfilled too long I've been so preoccupied Can't even recall the first steps To working on what I had planned Like falling in love for real or Playing guitar in a band It's like trying to relearn a language After butchering it for years All I'm left with is longing for longing My aspirations are in arrears Been hitting the street, been hitting the pubs Working on my licks and beating the tubs Lord help me, I want back on my bullshit In the worst of all possible ways I'm hanging on the straps I try to make the most But I can't even really seem to osmose None of this is coming back as easy If it ever really was at all It's only a matter of time Before my fortunes reverse Wish fulfillment only lasts long enough For a chorus and a verse Opportunity knocked, I shook its hand but it slipped away Now the sun is setting The results are pending But I know that they won't go my way The car broke down again in due course The mice returned in their full force My new card is overdrawn Meet the new boss, same as the old Let's put this search back on the shelf I can self-actualize but can't feed myself A fool I was to think I was ready for something more Can't sweat the small stuff I've been through this cycle before Who knows when my call up will come again But until then here's the score I'm back to the hustle Who among us is above the grind? Going right back to longing for longing Going right back to tempering my pride

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"Lighten up. You’re making ‘Happy Hour’ bitterly ironic.” - Moe Szyslak

Once a solo project of Christopher Casuga, Fake Canadian first emerged as a San Jose-based trio. In 2021, Christopher moved to Sacramento, joining with Howard Ingerman on bass and vocals, and Jordan Solomon on drums. They quickly honed in on their signature sound, a melange of angular, stick-and-poke guitars jangling from 90s Sloan and Sebadoh records, vibrant McCartney-esque basslines, and powerful, thoughtfully-composed drumming inspired by Death Cab for Cutie and Rush. Casuga’s lyrical and vocal delivery is a celebration of wistfulness against the power of lucidity, bringing together the exuberance of Bruce Springsteen, the sardonic wordplay of Elvis Costello, and the bittersweet melancholy of Alex Chilton.

Fleeting Moments is the first recording featuring the Sacramento-based trio, on the heels of the self-recorded 2020 releases I Do Not Miss The Future and Togetherness. Pristinely engineered and mixed by Kowloon Walled City’s Scott Evans, Fleeting Moments is an exploration of regret, blown chances, and the impermanence of moments we all wish would linger longer; its raging undercurrent exploding through its outlandish surface.

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released August 1, 2022

Christopher Casuga: vocals, guitar
Howard Ingerman: bass, vocals
Jordan Solomon: drums

All songs written by Christopher Casuga
© 2022 Daylight Headlight Section (ASCAP)
All music by Fake Canadian

Recorded and mixed by Scott Evans at Sharkbite Studios and Antisleep Audio in Oakland, California.
Mastered by Carl Saff at Carl Saff Mastering in Chicago, Illinois.
Graphic Design by Fake Canadian.
Photography and Spectrogram by Scott Evans.

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Fake Canadian Sacramento, California

Angular power-pop trio from Sacramento, CA.
Christopher (vocals, guitar)
Howard (bass, vocals)
Jordan (drums)

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