1. |
Clouds
04:49
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It’s not broken, it’s not bleeding, it’s just breathing
On my sleeve and clearly on display
Moving ever forward on this journey
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Some come east to study, some go out west for money
Drilling ever deeper for their dreams
But I’m moving freely, chasing clouds
Always exactly where I need to be
The kindness of a stranger, ever stranger
is when that kindness comes at higher cost
Fleeting as the minutes pass between us
Investing in a bond soon to be tossed
chorus
Never a departure nor arrival,
measuring the minutes by the miles
Between memory and moments yet to come
My thoughts moving in silence for a while
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2. |
Uncle Artie
02:45
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When my favourite uncle Artie
Wants to throw a great big party
He goes running down the street
Yells at everyone he meets
Most of all he says bring all your violins!
So Artie hits the village square
And now he’s really on a tear
Tearing tearing tearing ’round the square
He goes up to every busker
Out of breath he finally musters
A request to bring all your mandolins!
Now uncle Artie’s at the bar
Where all the squeezebox divas are
They’re pumping sweet tunes up there on the stage
Artie orders up a drink
Pauses, sips and stops to think
Yells out “I’ve just got to have accordions!”
When my favourite uncle Artie
Wants to throw a big great party
Uncle Artie wants to throw a great big party
He invites the whole damn town
Music playing all around
Cause a party’s just a crowd without the tunes!
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3. |
One More Round
02:33
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C’est un son qui s’installe
Autour de propos banals
Une mélodie qui décolle
Un mouvement latéral
Une nouvelle couleur
Qui dégage sa chaleur
À travers les accords
Et le flot des liqueurs
A game of chance that everybody’s winning
One more round to keep the room a’spinning
Les coeurs battent la cadence
Sur le plancher de danse
C’est une invitation
à braver la prudence
S’oublier pour un soir
Au rhythme des guitares
L’alégresse contagieuse
T’attraperas tôt ou tard
A game of chance that everybody’s winning
One more round to keep the room a’spinning
Le violon chante sa joie
Par dessus tout ce fracas
Dans les brumes enivrées
Se réveille l’harmonica
Ils entonnent un refrain
Sans regard au lendemain
Les verres trinquent en unisson
Jusqu’aux p’tites heures du matin
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4. |
Gankino Horo
03:03
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5. |
Hang Me
04:26
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6. |
Montreal Blues
03:39
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Mais reviens donc à Montréal!
Finir ma caisse de Boréale
Un dépanneur pour chaque ruelle,
On s’vire une brosse au Dieu du Ciel
Mais reviens donc à Montréal.
Won’t you come back to Montreal?
Three story roads of urban sprawl.
Artist selling on the street,
Musicians try to make ends meet.
Won’t you come back to Montreal?
Mais reviens donc à Montréal!
À nos soirées jamais banales,
On sautera dans l’dernier métro,
On se couchera tard, on s’lèvra tôt
Mais reviens donc à Montréal.
Won’t you come back to Montreal?
Can’t read the writings on the wall,
Missing the painting from the frame,
Missing the Main and its chow mein
Won’t you come back to Montreal?
Mais reviens donc à Montréal!
Rue Sainte-Catherine et femmes fatales,
La Place des Arts s’fait une beauté,
D’la Belle Province pour déjeuner,
Mais reviens donc à Montréal.
Won’t you come back to Montreal?
Back to that three AM last call,
Back to the Sunday drum and dance,
Back to the Mont-Royal romance
Won’t you come back to Montreal?
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7. |
A Day in Spring
03:14
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Curtain rising upwards
All hands to their task
Time to brush off bruises
Wear the smiling mask
Top Hat’s cutting wages
Cutting safety nets
Acrobats are falling
Flailing, dispossessed
Hey there Mr. Top Hat,
Said you’d bring us fame
Promised us a fortune
If we played your game
The game is rigged
The clowns are pigs
Paid to keep us down
Big top’s a battlefield
Pick which side you’re on
Can’t become a Top Hat
Can’t leave to protest
Melt down all the pots and spoons
To shackle new unrest
Let the clowns perform routines
Of violence in jest, when they
Wake from this nightmare
They’ll have no allies left
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Caravandals Montreal, Québec
Caravandals' sound is a collision of Eastern European folk, jazz manouche, bluegrass, and acoustic Canadiana. Caravandals’ members hail from Russia, France, and the Canadian prairies and east coast, and their disparate origins combine to create a swirl of jangly acoustic folk that gets the heart pumping, hands clapping, and feet dancing. ... more
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