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Finish What You Star​.​.​.

by Monkey Fightin' Snakes

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1.
“Thank You Radio” The radio has always been my friend Since I was 9 or 10 And I remember when Do you? On a little table beside my head As I would lay in bed And every word they said Was true Did they speak to you? And did you hear them too? Thank you for putting up the music The kind that makes us want to dance Thank you for putting up the music The kind that makes us clap our hands I remember a scene when I was seventeen In the back of your father’s limousine With you A psychedelic dream or something in between where our admiration for the ones who moved us grew Did they speak to you? And did you hear them too? Thank you for putting up the music The kind that makes us want to dance Thank you for putting up the music The kind that makes us clap our hands Thank you for putting up the music Thank you thank you radio
2.
"Sweetness and Light" May sweetness and light weigh heavy upon your days May angels chase all the frowns which near your face May good news always find your door May all your waits be worth waiting for May the blackness just back off and leave you space I'll forget I ever knew And give up this biding time I'm on the highway all alone What's up is up to me I'll either hold the line Or end up crying for what I've done After just another one May whatever you get be exactly what you're lookin' for May whatever you've lost come back to you once more And may you never need to chase the perfect time with the perfect place May the blackness just back off and leave you some space I'll forget I ever knew And give up the biding time I'm on the highway all alone What's up is up to me I'll either hold the line Or end up crying for what I've done After just another one, After just another one, After just another one, After just another one. After just another one my darling what have I done I’m on the run my darling From what I may become After just another one.
3.
One wrong choice often leads to another On and on until the evenings gone A strangers voice gives advice like a brother I lend an ear and we’re outta here Why’d it take so long To get that way And why’d it get so wrong And where’s he gonna stay? One wrong choice often leads to another On and on until the evenings gone The compass points to the pile that we’re under I pretend to steer and we’re outta here ‘til we learn to behave keep it close to the cave keep it under your hat and as a matter of fact What they don’t know ‘bout that Won’t be holding back this time It’s all mine, all mine. One wrong choice often leads to another On and on until the evenings gone A strangers voice gives advice like a brother I lend an ear and we’re outta here
4.
Joanne 03:21
“Joanne” When ever I see the smile upon your face I know that everything is in it’s place Still I don’t know you at all Joanne. I’m falling to pieces when you’re not around I’m fading away, My heart’s in the lost and found I’m down in the basement, baby There is no replacement, baby, When you’re not around (solo) I’m falling to pieces when you’re not around I’m fading away, My heart’s in the lost and found I’m down in the basement, baby There is no replacement, baby, When you’re not around If ever you should have a fall from grace I know there will always be a place Where the light will shine on you Joanne I’m falling to pieces when you’re not around I’m fading away, My heart’s in the lost and found I’m down in the basement There is no replacement When you’re not around When ever I see the smile upon your face I know that everything is in it’s place Still I don’t know you at all Still I don’t know you at all Still I don’t know you at all Joanne.
5.
Mrs. Jones 03:54
Mrs. Jones lives up the stairs Like a ghost she's hardly there, I see her sometimes get her paper... The walls are cracked and wafer thin, I can hear her stumble in, It's like she's talking with her Maker... Her television's never cold, (yeah there's always something on) It shines a light into her soul (yeah there's always something on) She keeps her sleeves rolled down whenever anybody comes around. Now Mrs. Jones is in a jam, And she don't want your helping hand There's no reasoning with her man You can't make her understand Mrs. Jones is in a jam. Mrs. Jones has just one friend Whoever brings her medicine Just a crumb, she feels much better Now Mrs. Jones is well again Now she's everybody's friend When she's well she's so together Buying everybody rounds (when she's up she can't get down) Like a princess on the town (when she's up she’s on the town) She keeps her sleeves rolled down whenever anybody comes around. Now Mrs. Jones is in a jam, And she don't want your helping hand There's no reasoning with her man You can't make her understand Mrs. Jones is in a jam.
6.
Real Still 05:41
I remember as a boy Driving with my mom In her station wagon automobile She had the windows down and the radio on She was singin' And drumming the wheel Then a song came on She put the harmony on and said "Matthew, that's my cousin Neil" Then her face lit up To see me smile at her smile That's a memory that I still can feel These pictures through the storm I carry From the boathouse to the top of the hill So many in the storm got buried But I still dig them when I'm real still I remember as boy my brother, sister and I comin' home from 30 days at camp I was playing alone It was good to be home I had just started to unpack Then my mom came in, her face all red, And sat beside me on the bed She said "it's your turn to cry" And I didn't know why But I'd be moving out west with my Dad... These pictures through the storm I carry From the boathouse to the top of the hill So many through the storm got buried But I still dig them when I'm real still I love you, I need you, and I know that I always will I need to reveal you and I still feel you when I’m real still, real still (Solo) I remember as a boy Driving with my mom In her station wagon automobile...
7.
Toad 05:14
"Toad" Don't wanna make a difference just want to make a dollar Don't wanna help my neighbour just want my fences taller Don't wanna save the planet, just wanna save some dough Don't wanna do with less, in fact I'd like some more Chorus: Why should it be there are so many toads like me (Like me, like me) Why should it be there are so many toads Don't wanna make a stand, in fact I think I'll sit this out Don't wanna understand, just overthink and doubt Don't wanna see the truth, I'll just close my eyes and heart Eye for Eye and Tooth for Tooth, but just don't ask me to do my part <Chorus> Hey what's this zipper here on me I remember putting this on when I was just three It hurts like hell but man this comes off of me I'm scared and naked, but man, man I'm free I'm free yeah I'm free yeah oh, oh, oh To think, I Didn't want to make a difference, I only wanted to make a dollar Didn't wanna make a difference, just only wanted to make a dollar Man, that's more shame than any fella should be expected to swollar' Hey
8.
“But For The Fool” Good whisky never did no harm But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool I never hurt you or caused you alarm But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool In this life we’re given just so many chances to shine But for the fool who uses up all of mine… But for the fool I would see Who’s been fooling me I’d have money to buy you things But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool Like a maid and a bottle and five golden rings But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool In this life we’re given just so many chances to shine But for the fool who uses up all of mine… But for the fool I would see Who’s been fooling me But for the fool But for the fool, baby… You know it’s true… You know it’s true. But for the fool But for the fool, baby… Good whisky never did no harm
9.
“Mind or Matter” Cut me on the dotted line… I’ll be fine, fine Take this flaw in my design My love is blind, blind And make me what you’d want me in your mind I don’t mind or matter… Cut me with your razor heart It’s a start, so start Let’s upset the applecart Make me your state of the art And make me what you’d want me in your mind I don’t mind or matter… Oh Babe, Oh Girl.

credits

released June 3, 2015

Matthew Davies - Lead Vocal, Guitar, Baritone Guitar, Steel Guitar, Dobro and Banjo
Dave Stoyles - Bass Guitar and Harmony Vocals
Darren Atkinson - Drums, Mayhem, Percussion, Harmony Vocals

All songs copyright Matthew Davies 2013
"Thank You Radio" by Matthew Davies and Chris Seldon 2011
"Mrs. Jones" by Matthew Davies and Scott Dibble 2012

Recorded live off the floor to 2" then to 24 Bit 192 KHz in
Studio One at Revolution Recording, Toronto Canada.
Produced and Mixed by Michael Philip Wojewoda
Mastered By Joao Carvalho
Front Cover Painting by Kelly Hu
Album Photography by Lily Davies
Graphics by Frasier Milne

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