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Jiffy

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We're not nothing, we might be something... we're Anything But!

Sounds Like:

Barenaked Ladies

Influences:

Mozart, Muse & Metallica

Favourite Singer/Songwriter:

Ed Sheran, James Morrison

Contact Email:

info@anythingbut.ca

Social Media:



Songs by Jiffy

Muckenfuss

They’re the best, they’re the worst, mixed bag of nuts
Can be wise, can be fools, but you should see them, totally muckenfuss!
(They) Bring the light, (they) fight the dark, they might carry a six-pack
They make me laugh, they make me cry
[CHORUS]
I always know, that they’ll reap what I sow
(and) Wherever I go, they’ll always show
Because I’m talking about my friends
They know when I’m broke and when I smoked my last smoke
Talking about my friends
When I don’t pick up the phone they know I’m probably at home
They know every shady thing I’ve done
But they lock it away until it’s funny to say
(because) I’m talking about my friends
Good rule of thumb, be sure that you got some
When my date, is less than great, they look the other way
This party blows, I need to go, they never make me stay
Moving takes time, I start at nine, they roll around by noon
They lift me up, they let me down
[CHORUS]
They’ll pick you up from the airport
They’ll let you down in a fight
They’ll keep you steady through a breakup
They’re dy-no-mite!
[CHORUS]

[Lyrics]


Sleepy Life

Sunlight hits my eyelids, used to drive me crazy
Now I’m glad it’s morning, not feeling so lazy
‘Cause I’m heading to you.

Driving off to work now, used to make me so, so tired
Then you gave me fresh wings, feeling so inspired
‘Cause I’m heading to you, straight to you.

Used to hang my head, spent most days in bed, then came you
Now everything is changed, life’s been rearranged
Your freckled nose, whiskey eyes, time to leave my sleepy life behind.

After work I’d wind down, hanging ‘round the same old crowd
But not this time, not this time, this time I’ve got a new vow
I’m heading to you, straight to you.

Used to hang my head, spent most days in bed, then came you
Now everything is changed, life’s been rearranged
Your freckled nose, whiskey eyes, time to leave my sleepy life behind
Sleepy life, time to leave my sleepy life behind
Sleepy life, time to leave my sleepy life behind
One more time, (then it’s ) time to leave my sleepy life behind.

[Lyrics]


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Region:

Vancouver, BC

Level of Experience:

ON MY WAY

Genre:

Rock | Acoustic | Alternative | Americana  | Indie Rock  | Music For Video/Film  | Pop | Punk

I Write:

By myself

I prefer to write:

Lyrics | Melody | Chord Patterns | Arrangements

Songs Recorded:

36

Albums Released:

4

Song Placements:

0

Awards:

2

Other Credits:

Best independent Rock Video as voted by Dropout Entertainment, 2018

I am interested in:

Web Cowriting | Face to face Cowriting | Networking | Pitching Songs to Artists | Pitching Songs To Tv/Film/Etc. | Signing with a Label

Other Jobs:

Web developer

Biography:

Anything But is a band building a mystery. That house in Budapest, your hidden treasure chest, you’d leave it all (to listen to them). The band members are all sensitive people, with so much to give. They belong with you; you belong with them; they’re your sweetheart. Every song's like gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom (but in a good way). They can mash potatoes; they can do the twist. Mamma mia, here they go again; how can you resist them?

Jiffy began life in the Paris of the prairies. He writes the songs that make the whole world sing. In his spare time, he likes to move it, move it; but on stage, he is watching you with those eyes and loving you with that body (you just know it). If you’ll be his bodyguard, he can be your long-lost pal. Jiffy’s got that James Dean, daydream, look in his eye, as well as that red lip, classic, thing that you like. Many has he loved, and many times been bitten. Mic to mic, kickin’ it wall to wall, he’ll never call out people like a casting call. He’s peace like that, he’s peace like that. Jiffy can take a sad song and make it better.

Anything But can make uncooked spaghetti stick to the wall. None of the members have ever sneezed, but they have been hiccuping intermittently since they met. Once in a blue moon, they can be heard yodeling ‘The Good Old Hockey Game’.

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