Moral Hazard

by Paul Wyndale

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Moral Hazard is a high velocity mixture of driving rhythm, inspired riffs, and provocative lyrics belying a certain irritability.

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released April 5, 2016

Though released as a solo album this collection of songs would not exist without many collaborators over the years the most eminent of which is SCOTT RYAN, my dearest friend, and co-conspirator in ROCK!

Very special thanks are also due to the following:

Matt Chapman, Will Eizlini, James Van Loon, Pascale Turgeon, Mathieu "Mucky Pup" Simard, André "Jigger" Hébert, Dwayne Storozuk, Morgan Nelson, Micheline Robinson, Andrew Potter, Bruno Goulard, John Hepworth, Alain Huneault, Yurij Kis, Travis Pelletier, Rex J Luger, Pierre Bertrand, Mike "Beastridge" Hopkins, Rob Denton, Cameron Stewart, Dave Sturton, Dwane Rechil, Geege, Louis Desparois, Ahsan Rahman, Jeremy Shee, Nick Dagan Best, Sam Shalabi, Bill Stone, Paul Dufays, David Hamilton, Chris, Kwab, Sean "Rats" Leclerc, Paul Burnett, Ian Ilavsky, Keith Marchand, Scott Clarkson, Brad Todd, John Barrett Ashmore, David Fortier, Pierre German, Louis MacDonald, all the fantastic people at Steve's Music Store, Tony at Kitt's Music, and John at the Rotten Chicken Factory.

My Mom and Dad for the music lessons, letting me give up piano for drums, and for supporting me through tough times.

And my fantastic wife Jennifer Fraser for her support, patience, and endurance whilst being involuntarily subjected to my mixes as they evolved!



Produced, recorded and mixed by Paul Wyndale in The Wyndtunnel

Mastered by Pete Maher in London U.K.

A Wave or Particle? Production

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Paul Wyndale Zürich, Switzerland

Canadian singer-songwriter who has been in many bands over the years.Paul was London-based for awhile and is now living in Zürich, Switzerland where he has begun work on his next album.

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Track Name: Kill the Buddha
Beautiful people
Make me kind of sick
Cause if you're born beautiful
You're born to be a prick

You wear your father's clothes
You spit on the floor
You hold your head up high
As you walk through the door

I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I CAN'T TAKE IT
I CAN'T TAKE IT
I CAN'T TAKE IT

Take it anymore....

If you meet the Buddha on the road....

Open Day and Night
Makes me want to puke
I'm looking for a fight
Maybe build a nuke

The look in their eyes
So fucking satisfied
The wine is delicious
Everything so precious!

I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
I CAN'T TAKE IT
I CAN'T TAKE IT
I CAN'T TAKE IT

Take it anymore....

If you meet the Buddha on the road....

if you meet the Buddha on the road....

KILL HIM



Guitars, bass, vocals, keyboards: Paul Wyndale
Drums: Mathieu "Mucky Pup" Simard

Words by Paul Wyndale

Music by Paul Wyndale & Scott Ryan
Track Name: Sidecar
Tearing up the highway
With the wind in your air
The only way to travel is to not have a care
We're free!

It's fair!

Didn't build the road
Don't even know where it goes
Just another passenger who already knows
We're free!

So there!

Young rockets red-lining the plains
Forgotten displeasures remain
The Sun sets exhausted in pain

Why does anything happen?

Sailing past the shifting poles
Albedo effect
Blackened pools of water blackened pools of neglect
We're free!

It's fair!

Fly to distant places
On a wing and a prayer
Sensational sensations are increasingly rare
We're free!

So there!

Buried in sunsets estranged
Young rockets red-lining the plains
Chasing our homes on the range

Why does anything happen?

The Sun sets in hues of deranged
Forgotten displeasures domain
Young rockets red-lining the plains

Why does anything happen?
Anything happens
Does anything happen

Everything happens for you!



Guitars and backup vocals: Scott Ryan
Bass & vocals: Paul Wyndale
Drums: André "Jigger" Hébert

Words by Paul Wyndale

Music by Paul Wyndale, Scott Ryan, André Hébert
Track Name: Lips & Tongues
Up in the sky (Sky!)
I see my woman
She looks so high (High!)
Oh! Pretty woman
Got me skidding over
Whatchya doing?
Into the Sun
I'm gonna screw it

Your lips say one thing
(But your tongue says another)
Gonna end this right here
(Right here under the covers)
Your lips say one thing
(But your tongue says another)

Gonna end this right here!

I don't why (Why?)
I need you woman
You look so fly (Fly!)
Oh! Dirty woman
Tell me whatchya doing?
Just don't seem so right
My mind it mumbles
I just tumble want to die

Your lips say one thing
(But your tongue says another)
Gonna end this right here
(Right here under the covers)
Your lips say one thing
(But your tongue says another)

Gonna end this right here!

Come on!

I don't know why (Why?)
I need you woman
Let's multiply (Ply!)
You filthy woman
Tell me whatchya doing?
It feels alright!
My mind it mumbles
I just tumble want to die

Your lips say one thing
(But your tongue says another)
Gonna end this right here
(Right here under the covers)
Your lips say one thing
(But your tongue says another)

Gonna end this right here!



Guitars and backup vocals: Scott Ryan
Bass & vocals: Paul Wyndale
Drums: André "Jigger" Hébert

Words by Paul Wyndale

Music by Paul Wyndale & Scott Ryan
Track Name: Hollow
I didn’t know
And now I know
I couldn’t touch
And so I touched

I should have listened
I didn’t listen
And now I know
I didn’t know

You’re so hollow!

I should have known
Back on the phone
You’re too young
I’m too old

I should have listened
I didn’t listen
And now I know
I didn’t know

You’re so hollow!

Hollow!

Any regrets?
Can’t feel them yet?
I’m moving on
To escape this con

I should have listened
I didn’t listen
And now I know
I didn’t know

You’re so hollow!

Hollow!


Words, music and all performances: Paul Wyndale
Track Name: For the Win
We're destroying everything
As far as the eye can see
We're consuming everything
Till there's nothing left to consume

We all want to win
Nobody likes losers

We'll reduce it all to ruin
Not to be labelled losers

Are you feeling so cool?
In your fashionable items?
Ain't it true that we're all fools?
For those fashionable items?

We all want to win
Nobody likes losers

We'll reduce it all to ruin
Not be labelled losers

What about the children?
How will you explain?
That life is misery
When you're on the losing side.

Look deep into your baby's eyes
So luminous and full of joy
Your flesh and blood you can't deny
Though things could turn out rather wrong
Will they live happy?
Or struggle in a hostile world?
A world of HATE
A world of PAIN
Where the weak are CRUSHED

Now do you feel so cool?
With your fashionable items?
Ain't it true that we're all fools?
For those fashionable items?

We all want to win
Nobody likes losers

We'll reduce it all to ruin
Not to be labelled losers

What about the children?
How will you explain?
That life is misery
When you're on the losing side.

All of our destructive lust
Is foolishness and pride
Foolishness and...

Now do you feel so cool?
With your fashionable items?
Ain't it true that we're all fools?
For those fashionable items?

We all want to win
Nobody likes losers



Words, music and all performances: Paul Wyndale
Track Name: Singing Sands
I think of you floating undressed beneath the waves
You offer yourself to me completely
Cardiac unrest my chest explodes I'm reeling
Forgive me for the mess

Where can it go from here?
The horizon seems so near
Try as we might we're not getting much closer

Why do we fall in love?
Are we so scarred from lying lonely
Nothing more than days of fear and loathing
Torn asunder by the roiling riptide

The sound of your silky voice intoxicates
Confused by the angst induced euphoria
I can't breath the phone won't ring why aren't you calling?
There must be someone else...

Why can't it be more clear?
It's been the best part of a year
And still I don't know what you're thinking

Why do we call this love?
Two spirits tangles forever unknowing
Nothing more than unrequited yearning
Dragged down under as you scream goodbye

I think of your scent, in waves, in covers me
So close to surrender, all most completely
Cardiac arrest my head explodes I'm feeling
You're such a mess!

Where can it go from here?
I've shed an ocean of tears
In which I'm going down for the last time

Why do we fall in love?
Are we so scared of dying lonely
Nothing more than unrequited yearning
Six feet under as you scream

Goodbye!



Words, music and all performances: Paul Wyndale
Track Name: Rut
You have no idea how much I need you
Want to protect
Protect and feed you
I'm unconsolable

I'm the man for you
Yet you deny it
No one else will do
And yet you try it

It's incontrovertible

I've got feelings for you
I've got feelings for you
I've got feelings for you
I've got feelings for you

And they're not happy ones.

Rut!

I'm in a rut!

You have no idea how much I love you
Want to get inside
Inside and be you
I'm uncontrollable

I'm the man for you
Why can't you see it?
No one else will do
Why can't you feel it?

It's incontrovertible

I've got feelings for you
I've got feelings for you
I've got feelings for you
I've got feelings for you

And they're not happy ones.

Rut!

I'm in a rut!



Guitars and backup vocals: Scott Ryan
Bass & vocals: Paul Wyndale
Drums: André "Jigger" Hébert

Words by Paul Wyndale

Music by Paul Wyndale, Scott Ryan, André Hébert
Track Name: Double Deuce
Comet tails and cosmic rays
These are things that make me worry
Earthquakes and giant waves
No longer extraordinary
Endless war
Decades of strife
Dismembered boys the price of Glory
Plague is coming
Millions dead
You just might live but you'll be sorry!

Double Deuce!

Mudslides and hurricanes
These are things that make me worry
Forest fires
Famine
Drought
Is nowhere safe from Nature's Glory?
Can we do enough?
Is this the point of no return?
The global toilet overflows
You can point the finger
But you're to blame!

Double Deuce!

Who's your Daddy now?
Moses, Jesus or Mohammed?
Keep the Golden Cow
Flip the bird to the Holy Spirit
Scream five times a day!
Off your knees it's time to kick it
He, It, She can't save you now
Cast adrift on a dying planet!

Double Deuce!


Guitars and backup vocals: Scott Ryan
Bass & vocals: Paul Wyndale
Drums: André "Jigger" Hébert

Words by Paul Wyndale

Music by Paul Wyndale & Scott Ryan
Track Name: Hitler's Moustache
It's so Evil
Evil, Evil
It's so Evil:

Hitler's moustache!

You can't get away
You can't get away
You can't get away wearing:

Hitler's moustache!

You better run like hell
Run, run, run like hell
You better run like hell from:

Hitler's moustache!

Run!

By his moustache possessed!
It was only a test!
By his moustache possessed!
It was only a test!

Run!



Words, music and all performances: Paul Wyndale
Track Name: Into the Silos
Making love
Under silos
Trapped above
What do I know?
Whispering sweetest secrets
For all the world to hear
It's live on television
Intimacy revealed

Into the silos of mass extinction
Berated silence, greatest distinction
Watershed moment, death of a Nation
Into the silos, into the silos!

We're on the air in five
Begin the countdown
No one's left alive
A total breakdown!

We're on the air in the five
Begin the countdown
No one's left alive
A total shakedown!

Making war
Lords of violence
To serve the Maker
So goes the pretense
Self righteous suited cronies
For all the world to fear
It's live on television
Idiocy revealed

Into the silos of mass extinction
Berated silence, greatest distinction
Watershed moment, death of a Nation
Into the silos, into the silos!

We're on the air in five
Begin the countdown
No one's left alive
A total shakedown!

We're on the air in the five
Begin the countdown
No one's left alive
A total....

Breakdown!



Guitars and backup vocals: Scott Ryan
Bass, vocals, keyboards and programming: Paul Wyndale

Words by Paul Wyndale

Music by Paul Wyndale & Scott Ryan