Rare Americans release harrowing new song about Toronto’s infamous Moss Park

Rare Americans have already proved their vitality within the genre of pop punk, but now they’re stepping outside of the music sphere to demonstrate their power as socio-political commentators too. With their new video and single, the Canadian trio address the issues surrounding Moss Park. For those of you on the British side of the pond who won’t know, Moss Park is a rough neighbourhood in Toronto, plagued by issues of drug overdoses, homelessness, and crime. The district has made headliners recently due to unprecedented attempts to tackle the opioid crisis.

Rare Americans’ timely cut seems to be from the perspective of a rough sleeper with a drug addiction, who can’t remember ‘if I was just fucked up or abused’. The lyrics read like a harrowing documentation into life in Moss Park, especially with front man James Priestner’s surly delivery. His typical hip-hop influenced phrasing and half-spoken vocals are backed by an upbeat, unaffected jaunt which possibly mimics the attitudes of residents that have become desensitized to the emergency over the years.

Watch the video and read the lyrics below:

 

Rare Americans – Moss Park

Verse
You can learn a lot about life, from Moss Park
I’m 20 years in, still scared of the dark
I’ve seen it all, I sleep under the lights
I’ve got scars from the tar and the bites from the night
Alright
It’s alright

I sleep in late on the grass, when its nice
The park bench baby, when the air is ice
Breakfast is hot, handout church rice
Begging and scrounging, men are mice
Rise and shine, crack a beer
365 Saturdays a year

Chorus
Im starvin’
I can not eat no more
Im lyin’
I can not cheat no more
Im beggin
I can not keep no more
My sole, my will, my heart, I’m living dark

Man I’m living dark in Moss park man
I live in the dark
I live in the d-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ark

Verse 2
I’m fucked up man, beyond belief
I’m quiverin shiverin, there is no relief
I’m on the shady, side of the street
I’m starched, I’m parched,
Barely out of the heat
I just collapsed, will awake all confused
Cant remember if I was just fucked up or abused
I go hard, I go high
I chirp at the passers, on the sides
Wear a hat that reads ” too high to die”

Chorus
Im starvin’
I can not eat no more
Im lyin’
I can not cheat no more
Im beggin
I can not keep no more
My sole, my will, my heart – I’m living dark

Man I’m living dark in Moss park man
I live in the dark
I live in the d-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ark

It’s get-ting dark
It’s time

 

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