Biff McGruffHigh Tide on the Causeway
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Biff and Alice have escaped from the Mob hitman at the motel and are now speeding down the highway. (Across the causeway). Inner thoughts and fears are expressed by Biff and Alice in a stressed out situation - police light in the mirror.

Scott Maynard - Acoustic Guitar, Lead Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Recorder, Piano, Drums (SW Female) Musical composition and arrangements, Production
Peter Coy, - Lyrics composition,.
James Van Bolhuis - Drums, Inside and Out, Flat Out, High Tide on the Causeway, Don’t just stand there and pout, Get my emotion from the Ocean
Alexis Marsh - Sax, Eight of Nine, Get my emotion from the Ocean.
Ronley Teper - Vocals - High Tide on the Causeway
Katya McQueen - Vocals - SW Female.
Recorded by: Kevin Anderson - Electric Monk Studios, Jim Holland - Seaweed Studios, Leon Taheny - Angles Up Studio
Mastered by: Ray Montford - Soundhole Studios, Toronto
Cover Art and Graphics: Robyn Burnett
Producer: Prodigm Inc.
All songs © 2009 Peter Coy/ Scott Maynard
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Biff is an ex-soldier recently deserted after returning from Afghanistan; he is suffering PTSD. He and Alice are fleeing the mob, whom Biff had become mixed up with after becoming addicted to Oxycontin.
High tide on the causeway
Fast ride with my baby
Running hot, gunning the motor

Too hot to handle
Too fast to run
Too hot to handle
Made a choice, it was a bad one

Police light in the mirror

I was born to be a rebel
High school, in and out of trouble
Never knew what I wanted
Never knew just what counted

Don’t know what I’m doing here looking for some fun
Ain’t found nothing but tears Just violence and fear

THIS GUY IS NOTHING BUT A LOSER
KNOW-NOTHING TRASH, A BUM AND A BOOZER
CAUGHT UP IN THE MOB JUST A HARD LUCK STORY
THOUGHT HE HAD IT MADE NOW HE’S SORRY

He s the worst kind of trouble
Gotta find out a way to burst his bubble
Find my own way out of here
I feel the end is near

Too hot to handle Too fast to run
Too hot to handle Made a choice, it was a bad one

Gotta ride gotta run Gotta ride gotta run
Gotta ride gotta run Gotta ride gotta run
Gotta ride gotta run Gotta ride gotta run

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