March Hawk

by Jacob Earl

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Originally released in July 2012 under the album title "Kitchissippi Life", the first March Hawk album was a glitch-rap-folk project about life in Ottawa.

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released July 31, 2012

Produced, written, and recorded by Jacob Earl.
Additional lyrics/vox by Jesse Dangerously and Little MAC.

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Jacob Earl Ottawa, Ontario

Independent DIY queer producer/songwriter/photog.

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Track Name: March Hawk Intro
Aww yes it's the
MARCH
HAWK
Here to serve you stock sound electric shock

It's the beat
Chop shop
Coming at you from the end of the Kitchissippi block

Aww yes I'm the
Top
Of the pops
I break bread in my head with the Aesop Rocks

I dream big
Amount to little
You can work the O-town; it'll always leave you brittle

As peanut
Butter
And I shudder
To think what I'd be doing if I wasn't a beat-cutter.
Track Name: Have You Heard About My Rap Career?
hey O-town, 2012 is here
now tell me, have you heard about my rap career?
I'm here, I'm here, I'm queer King Lear
be a dear and listen while I kick it, high gear

March Hawk is on the scene
tearing it up like Prince meets Queen
marching you down the perfect song
we will rock you all night long

put your finger on the pulse
move your feet, let's do a salsa
everyone shake their somethin' somethin'
don't make me crank this up for nothin'

props, props to Paul Anka
shake it, Caroline, thank ya, thank ya
Ottawa's gettin' a special treat
Kitchissippi-stylez, beat by beat

hold me close, pull me near
haven't you heard about my rap career?
I'm clean, I’m clear, I don't drink beer
just like this naturally, wicked and weird.

hey O-town, 2012 is here
now tell me, have you heard about my rap career?
I'm here, I'm here, I'm queer as fuck
now pay attention while i really suck

March Hawk in on the scene
March Hawk ain't lean and mean
i've got a beer belly without the beer
i've got a story to tell ya, near and dear

once upon a time i was from T-dot
came to O-town when i was just a tot
been tellin' all the secrets ever since
O-town scene needs all my hints

I shake it, shake it, give ya beats
fresh and free aural treats
I got tight words that i just don't mince
so sour on your soul, you need breath mints

Small town, big town, it's all the same
black or white if you play the game
throne room, green room, figure of speech;
you're here to learn, I’m here to teach
Track Name: OC Remix
Hand show
Hand show
Hand show
Hand show

Fuck ton of fun
Fuck ton of fun
Hand show

Oh boy, who cares?

Fuck ton of fun
Hand show
Fuck ton of fun
Oh boy, who cares?

Fuck ton of fun
Fuck ton of fun
Fuck ton of fun
Like whoa!

Hand show
Hand show

Hand show
Hand show
Hand show
Hand show

Fuck ton of fun
Fuck ton of fun
Hand show

Oh boy, who cares?

Fuck ton of fun
Hand show
Fuck ton of fun
Oh boy, who cares?

Fuck ton of fun
Fuck ton of fun
Fuck ton of fun
Like whoa!
Track Name: Vanier Towers
Eleven long years ago
I had no pension yet
So I went to Vanier Towers to work;
Just a three month contract
The other side of Riverain park

I thought I had it pretty good
And i was getting paid better than i probably should have
But it made me feel like i was slowly giving up the ghost
And a decade later I'm still locked in that post

Unwrap my life
There's so much more than this
I ain't no slave to love or civil bliss

But my beautiful wife
Her tender kiss
I ain't got no regrets or bucket list

I cut my teeth on Vanier Towers
Asbestos, cafeteria food, and 37.5 hours
Scabbing across the picket line
I'm not proud of myself, but I'm doing fine

I've grown a lot more bristle
A little more gristle
A lot less pistol
Somewhat less sizzle

Unwrap my life
There's so much more than this
I ain't no slave to love or civil bliss

But my beautiful wife
Her tender kiss
I ain't got no regrets or bucket list
Track Name: Bells Corners, Baby!
Bells Corners, baby!
Ottawa's finest
getting torn down
for more Timmy's lineups

first went Burger King
that ain't no big thing
Whopper bite you back
gonna make you regret eating

then went the KFC
tragedy! stick a fork in me
now how do i get my daily fix
on the Colonel's secret recipe?

Bye bye, Vox Lounge
Bye bye Hooters
now how will i get my fill
of boobies and shooters?

Goodbye Pizza Hut,
Sayonara Steamed Rice
hello indoor mini-putt
but where do i get a slice?

Bells Corners, baby!
Ottawa's finest
getting torn down
for more Timmy's lineups

west side, motel
don't ask, don't tell
you ain't seen nothing
'til you Best-Westernized in the Bell

one long strip
o' run down mini malls
sports pubs, fixer-uppers,
fast food stalls

commercial, industrial,
new residential
row house, co-op,
suburban heavy metal

Bells Corners, baby!
Ottawa's finest
all getting torn down
for more Timmy's lineups

Bells Corners, baby!
Always on fire
burning with suburban
decay and desire
Track Name: Mud Lake (feat. Little MAC)
There's a place that I like to go
Up the path, against the river floe
Hidden away by a copse of trees
Full of turtles and Canada geese

We don't get to get away too much
We don't get vacation nearly enough
But Mud Lake ain't out of our reach
Just this side of Britannia Beach

(oh Mud Lake)
let's go on a bike ride together
(our weekend getaway)
it's early in the morning, just the right weather
(Mud Lake)
we'll visit the ducks and the friendly nuthatch
(the perfect Saturday)
you and me, baby, are the perfect match

I am strolling on the river shore
I am loving you more and more
The trees embrace us on the muddy floor
The leaves taste us and our hearts just soar

You've got me wrapped around your thumb
In my head is comfortable thrum
The birds sing to us from above
I've never been so in love

(oh Mud Lake)
let's go on a bike ride together
(our weekend getaway)
it's early in the morning, just the right weather
(oh Mud Lake)
we'll visit the ducks and the friendly nuthatch
(the perfect Saturday)
you and me, baby, are the perfect match

There's a place that I like to lie
With you while we stare at the sky
The clouds are saying I’m the luckiest guy
To have you here, by my side

We don't get to get away too much
We don't get vacation nearly enough
But Mud Lake ain't out of our reach
Just this side of Britannia Beach

(oh Mud Lake)
let's go on a bike ride together
(our weekend getaway)
it's early in the morning, just the right weather
(oh Mud Lake)
we'll visit the ducks and the friendly nuthatch
(the perfect Saturday)
you and me, baby, are the perfect match

(oh Mud Lake)
let's go on a bike ride together
(our weekend getaway)
it's early in the morning, just the right weather
(oh Mud Lake)
we'll visit the ducks and the friendly nuthatch
(the perfect Saturday)
you and me, baby, are the perfect match

(oh Mud Lake)
let's go on a bike ride together
(our weekend getaway)
it's early in the morning, just the right weather
(oh Mud Lake)
we'll visit the ducks and the friendly nuthatch
(the perfect Saturday)
you and me, baby, are the perfect match
Track Name: Kitchissippi Life
I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds

Since I arrived here, I am more at peace
Than I have ever felt with my inner beast
And I wonder why it matters to me
Whether I control my Hyde or let it break free

Sometimes I’m kicking up trouble
Other times I let sleeping dogs lie
I’m Paul Simon, I’m the boy in the bubble;
I got fifty ways to leave you high and dry

I’m Thom Yorke, I’m the Karma police
I’m the subterranean homesick John Cleese
I’m Monty Python meets Freddie Mercury
I’m the killer queen of the Kitchissippi

I'm Tom Cruise, I'm mission impossible
I'm such risky business, I ain't machine washable.
This rap fabric too threadbare to launder
The words are worn down, but it's too late to ponder

I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds

This is life and I’m not disappointed
But I’m scared of dying before I get to the point of it
Please let me in on the secret
I don’t wanna wait, I wanna go out and seek it

I’m the luckiest man in the whole O-town
When I have your arms wrapped around me
I rap even when I’m feeling down
To remind me that I’m so happy you found me

I'm Thom Yorke, I'm the homesick alien
I'm a fitter, happier Robert Allen Zimmerman
I'm a rolling stone and Frank Zappa
I'm really rappin', it's really happening

Mother of invention, I don't even care
My best laid intentions left me bare
I'm the O-town answer to Okkervil River
Kitchissippi life on the starry stairs

I’m the guy at the back of theatre
I’m the one fan clapping when the credits rolls
At the afterparty, I’ll see you later
And invite you out for a sordid stroll

It's not a movie, I'm sippin’ tea
Watching you slowly undress for me
The sun is slipping below the trees
I love you so much, Kitchissippi

I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds

The greatest tale never told
Is the one about the two of us growing old
In Kitchissippi, life’s a beach
But only because you’re within my reach.

Sometimes I’m kicking up trouble
Other times I let sleeping dogs lie
I’m Paul Simon, I’m the boy in the bubble;
I got fifty ways to leave you high and dry

I’m Tom Wilson, I'm the rodeo king
I’m a Junkhouse, I'm Garbage, I'm everything
to everyone, I'm Art Alexakis
I'll buy you a new life 'cause I'm paid to fake it

I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds

Since I arrived here, I am more at peace
Than I have ever felt with my inner beast
And I wonder why it matters to me
Whether I control my Hyde or let it break free
Track Name: Hintonburner (feat. Jesse Dangerously)
Mechanicsville
Walk up the hill
If you wanna stick around
Just take the blue pill

All the dreams
You have yet to fulfil
But i'm gentrifying your borough,
Still

My blood is the blood
That's gonna spill
When the fine young cannibals
Move in for the kill

Hintonburner
Fresh page-turner
Eat up your meat
You're a fool, fast learner

Famished and furnished for a
Front page spread
Garnished, condiments
In your bed

I am the teacher,
I am the best
At least, this side
Of Wellington West

Walk the dog
Buy a fat cat
Ride your boss hog
To the laundromat

Somerset
Equally cursed and blessed
Stay, my pet;
Be my guest

Mechanicsville
Clean up the spill
Built to last;
Trained to kill

All the nightmares
Keeping you up all night
Up the endless flight of stairs
Keep to the right

You'll find that the diners
Are full of rude diners
And nothing is finer
Than a fast food fight

Hintonburner
Always tip your server
Eat up your meat
'Til you get even curvier

Sated for once
By the salty spread
Your stomach is still
Smaller than your head

I am the preacher
I am the choir
Get to the basilica
Your pants are on fire

Feel the heat
Of the deep fat fryer
Bellow out the news,
You're the town crier

Keep the fires burning
Keep the fires burning

Hey
When the KFC closed
It left a vacancy
No posh joint could fill
panic in Mechanicsville

Stand still development
Elements of the land fill
Elephants of the graveyard
Coffee shops that take cards

Bicycle cops
Rifle through nice little shops
Where prices will drop
Never
Not ever
Whether you like it or not

Vegan baby strollers
Strollers for vegan babies
Overachieving ladies
Doing Yoga in sleeping bags

Eating eggs Benedict
Feminists
Reading magazines
On all the vagaries
And not one beggar seen

Unique
Items in boutiques
Find them and buy them
It's hide 'n seek

Put a little flag on your lawn
It's gone after Pride week

Heirloom cupcakes
We sell those in boxes
Next door to where the store
That sells cellphones for dogs is

Bridal shops gone Gothic
You want it you got it
Go get it, I buy it
Broke motherfuckers be quiet!

Burner
Track Name: The Glebe
right there, corner of Bank and Fifth
best damn pub; better get there quick
best dive club just south a bit
best live music, that shit is sick

arrow and loon, get back there soon
we'll walk two blocks, get a pizza too
don't settle man, kettleman's 'cross the street
24/7 man, bagel's my treat

next stop, pit stop, the Papery
gotta pick up some stationary
send ya scrawls on summer stock
thank ya, thank ya, for crankin' March Hawk

right near corner of Bank and Third
get to the Oak, you filthy nerd
get to the corner bar and grill
get right crunked; drink your fill

head cross the street for a midnight fix
meet me for snacks or nicotine sticks
nah nevermind, i quit long ago
let's go downtown for late night pho

right here, corner of Bank and First
get your Hawk, quench your thirst
i'm standing in the Glebe waiting for love
wrong place, wrong time, not posh enough
Track Name: South Keys
South Keys
Ottawa, please!
Still the beauty backside
of the 6-1-3

still the first and still the best
from Hunt Club to Pinecrest
from ivory skin purely applied with zest
you'll never feel fully clean

everything you were hunting for
every day you want it more and more
from big box to silverscreen
and everything in between

Walmart to Bulk Barn
my heart says darn
i missed the blockbuster
while i was spinning this yarn

it's the karma farm
i'm getting hooked on big pharm
no worries, in the keys
you can't possibly come to harm

it's the future, it's the past
it's the greatest shopping day since the last
i'm going to see another flick
with my favourite cast

i'm tripping on post-consumer philosphy
i'm going nuts at the bulk barn see
take the o-train to retail glee
it's all so cheap it's practically free

South Keys!
Ottawa, please!
Let's get some grits and grease
at one of the last Denny's

we'll begin a new chapter of sleaze
stop, drop, and shop now
when i say “freeze!”

i recommend a game of last man standing in the aisle
everyone file
to the cash register please

now everyone on your toes
there's a sale at Globo, and i know
their all outta your size in those leather knee-highs
it's just a tease!

Don't try to squeeze
into a smaller pair
i know, it's not fair
let's just go get a bite at Kelsey's...

oh South Keys...

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