Biography:
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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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Flashlight Brown
My House
A G
I wonder if it's friday night or if it's sunday night
D A
My house is crazy and I don't know why
A G
I'd like to think I'd like to sleep or even meditate
D A# C
But I'm sure they won't hear a word I say
They sit around and hang around and eat up all my food
Wear my clothes and drink up all my booze
Even if I were to leave or tell them to be gone
They'll refuse and ask me "where's the doms?"
A B D
So give them my love
Now that you've had your fun
Please leave us alone
Get out of our home
It's 4 am on sunday and I'll never get to bed
Another drink and I just may be dead
They're all still here pracning around and I think I'm having fun
But it would be good if they could be gone
A E D E
Bleed on my guitar and ruin all our favorite songs
Puke on our new couch to keep your drinking game going on
Saddle up to my tv and wait there for the sun
You may think you're funny but you're just a fucking drunk
My House
A G
I wonder if it's friday night or if it's sunday night
D A
My house is crazy and I don't know why
A G
I'd like to think I'd like to sleep or even meditate
D A# C
But I'm sure they won't hear a word I say
They sit around and hang around and eat up all my food
Wear my clothes and drink up all my booze
Even if I were to leave or tell them to be gone
They'll refuse and ask me "where's the doms?"
A B D
So give them my love
Now that you've had your fun
Please leave us alone
Get out of our home
It's 4 am on sunday and I'll never get to bed
Another drink and I just may be dead
They're all still here pracning around and I think I'm having fun
But it would be good if they could be gone
A E D E
Bleed on my guitar and ruin all our favorite songs
Puke on our new couch to keep your drinking game going on
Saddle up to my tv and wait there for the sun
You may think you're funny but you're just a fucking drunk
