Franky's boat is too small for the by's
You could maybe hold a lobster pot
Or a seal for flipper pie
We need to bring in more than this and I'm not gonna lie
Franky's boat is too small for the by's
I'm headed to St. John's
To the teller…
Well it's last call at The Starlite Lounge
And she's up on stage and she won't get down
And the wallflowers order up one more round
She want's to stay up and play
And from their brows the sweat does pour
Well the temperature must be 34…
Franky's boat is too small for the by's
You could maybe hold a lobster pot
Or a seal for flipper pie
We need to bring in more than this and I'm not gonna lie
Franky's boat is too small for the by's
I'm headed to St. John's
To the teller…
We set out from the harbour
Rigging's made of twine
Seagulls laughing overhead
While the wind was of two minds
Would it blow us on to glory
Or drown us in the tide
Take us along for the ride
Would it take us along for the ride
Don't…
Well we calls him Uncle Joe and he lives 60 miles away
Walking in to town to work, the ice fills in the bay
Well I likes to get me drop of stuff, no money I got to pay
But I got this earthen jug and it won't go astray
A quart of water in…
There's a stretch of shore that the old men know
Where the waves they rumble and long swells roll
Flakes stand tall and the cod lay white
Dried by the sun and the ocean's sweet bite
They call it a room not for walls nor doors
A fisherman…
I'm not a pirate I'm a privateer
I'm not a pirate I'm a privateer
And you should probably stay away from here for now
Cause all I'm trying to do is blend in with the crowd
At first I did it to protect the fleet
I'd bomb, I'd pillage, I…
Well one fine morning I went out
To the docks to get a feed
There was Skipper Thomas Payne
With a bucket of fish from the sea
So I emptied out me wallet
"Sir will this cover your fee"?
He said "No my'son it won't buy the lot,
Not even by…
Some go North, some go East
Go by boat, go by feet
I'm a handler
Mend your nets, give relief
Fix your house, pull your teeth
I'm spread pretty thin
Here we go boys, through the overflow boys
Just with the clothes on our back
I said…
I am the missing link
Between the green and pink
Oh the whites of their eyes, wide with surprise
Well what must people think
When they see me on the floor
Running around the store
Well I'spose that fashion's never been this fast before…
All the by's down by the cove
Where the fish is dried and the boats are tied
They fights about where the lights should go
All the by's down by the cove
Well we had a fire back in '92
And the slums survived and the shops all died
And the…
I'm a boy from down the Valley
I'm Codroy to the bone
I makes a livin' drivin' rigs and now I got me own
I calls her "The First Lady", a beauty to behold
We'll load her up and haul her out from every stage and store
The Starlite in me rearview…
everybody's waiting for the light
but we don't need the sun to show our bright side
strip away the veil before your eyes
wading in with nothing on our minds
good morning swimmers
if you should respond to our invite
you may even come…
we can see all the damage done
well you might be the lucky one
i can see where you're coming from
you just might be the fortunate one
this is my final run, this is
i can breathe when the race is run
and i might be the only one
you can…
Don't shiver when it's cold outside
Don't confuse a sense of place with pride
We're first to see by the dawn's early light
From the desk of Mr. Hortense Binette
Change the stationary header make it say
"We're all connected by the radio…
when i was telling all the other kids i was 13
the hotel has a pool, it has a couple of vending machines
with all my story telling done, i went home to mow the lawn
i fell under the blades and now my summer dreams are gone
that's just one…
spoon full of sugar in the mouth
far too sweet had to spit it out
now by bitterness replace
a winterfresh, peppermint taste
it still lingers on your breath
on your lips, the kiss of death
so have another piece of cake
wash it down with…
Hey, can I see the little treasure that you found?
Tell me where did you find it, was it lying on the ground?
Well this treasure that I found was just lying on the ground
Out in the pouring rain
Tell me, from me to you, what's it going to…
in a deck of 52
dressed to the 9's in red and black suits
4 kings to give the orders
all absent minded fathers
4 queens to run for cover
forever missing mothers
2 jokers, they're the brothers
one in monochrome, the other full colour…
I'm wishing someone can go for a ride
I'm wishing, I'm wishing you well
I've got something that's growing inside
I'm hoping, I'm hoping I'm well
we got no backbone
we got no soul
we've got no back-up plan
no one can know
why you go rushing…
I miss the smell of your hands
Your breath
The feel of your skin
We didn’t have to talk
Just understood
What the other was
We are of the same
But we knew
The end would come
Time is no friend
We are not healed
The pain is old
But feels new…
one of those 'it was written even before i started' songs that just rolls out like magic
i tried to keep it simple so as not to destroy the vibe
first finished (if unmixed) track for RPM 2010
this is one i have to stop tweaking - six versions and i still don't get what i hear in my head
would love some crit for this one as it's doing my head in
thanks
An older song that was originally inspired by Prefab Sprout's "Goodbye Lucille #1 (aka 'Johnny Johnny')" but has morphed into it's current state that's more influenced by Suicide and House of Love.
this was my last rpm song...i had a little mandolin riff and threw on the kazoo (which broke in the last verse), and it reminded me a happy bee buzzing around...and there you have it!
It enters us
Without us knowing
Not welcome
Uninvited
Go away
Leave me alone
Give me peace
Let me rest
Eat us from the inside
Bit by bit
Cell by cell
Multiplying
Taking over
Invaded
Go away
Leave me alone
Give me peace
Let…
In the moment
So alive
Taunting death
Every color sings
Every smell
Breathe deep
Open wide
All is new
Sounds inspire
Electric space
Shed the skin
Of the old
All is new
All is new
Take my hand
Run so fast
We’re alive
Taunting death
great guitar work..reminds me of Lindsay Buckingham meets John Martyn meets Nick Drake...also very smooth vocals...also like how the song morphs into something totally different as it progresses...
A song I've had stored in my head for quite awhile, though never committed to tape (erm... binary code) - probably because I thought it was a bit simple and even trite. Having to come up with an album's worth of material in a month cured me of…
Never, never again. How many times have we all uttered that statement the "morning after?" This song explores the regrets from the night before and blames it all on "devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up".
Contrary to public opinion, the term "The Holy Ground" doesn't refer to the Emerald Isle. Nope. It's the name of a whore house that Irish sailors would visit. The Irish have quite a sense of humor...!
Comments on am/fm dreams's stuff
Wow...reminds me of Toasted Heretic, from a long time ago. I'm hooked.
Tight end to a tight album. Applause. Shoutout to Mel on the album art.
AGAIN, instant smile! Marc got a way about him when he's given' er on the mic.
Is this your single? This feels like the quintessential Am/Fm single. I hear the last 20 years in this one.
This makes me smile immediately. Is that a recorder? A picolo? Lol. This album is tight.
The spanish room lines at the ends sang slower is a physical feeling. Yes, more.
I didn't have to read the credits to know who wrote this one. :P "Honest man with a good business plan." Oh ya, that's Marc.
Whoever sat behind the drums for this one...Claps. Human metronome.
Makes me think Dropkick Murphys. It's a jam! Good mix too, that acoustic adlib sitting in my right ear occasionally, is scratching a spot.
"Metal trees grew earthly goods". Yep, this is a poet driven album I see. Very nice.
Harmony for some punctuated parts is a nice touch. This one got me boppin'.
I broke my neck listening to this. Eminem got you on call? Fast and clean! 18 wheels of commerce is fantastic weavery.
Oh yes.. And a mighty fine RPM guys... well done!
Oh yeah... nice
This one jumped out at me.
I'm having to look up words with this RPM! :)
Love the groove on this one. I can almost feel like I'm in the room while you guys are playing it.
WOAH! What an opener
This just came up on the Newfoundland Party feed. So catchy. Good job folks.
love this vibe
Comments made by am/fm dreams
hey Dashiell...did you do RPM this year?
we're totally up for a collaboration with AFC...anytime....
Beautiful...great job man!
nice...
aaahhh...the sweet sounds of mandolin...gets me everytime
I LOVE this album!!!! Smart lyrics, great melodies, beautiful songs.
love this song...great title....nice kazooing...
man....another incredible album....love the female take on the vocals and the big, spacey drum sound on this one....
great tune...love the xx/xy shared vocals...deadly bass/drum groove...
great sounding mando...is that a j.bov?
another great tune...
Great tune...love the banjo panned to the left speaker...very waits-ish
hey man..cool tunes...hints of early iron & wine meets daniel johnston meets the white stripes meets...your own thing...very cool cheers, damian
acl...rules!!!!!!!
great guitar work..reminds me of Lindsay Buckingham meets John Martyn meets Nick Drake...also very smooth vocals...also like how the song morphs into something totally different as it progresses...
just dropped in for a random visit....i had forgotten how much i love your music....thanks for reminding me....i love your music....
Great stuff...very Captain Beefheart meets Sex Pistols...
I change my mind...you guys sound like "They Might Be Giants" meets "Dropkick Murphy's"..even more awesome..
Ye..he...heeeesss!.Shamrock and roll!
I love your sound...reminds me of "They might be Giants"