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After the Storm

New Album from
Murray Boal and Bob Campbell

Sound clips from the new album

After the Storm

  

recording began at dragon mt. farm, 2014. subsequent recording and editing at toon trawler studio, vancouver island, 2016-17.

murray boal - vocal, guitar, banjo, bass
bob campbell - vocal, guitar, mandolin, bass, percussion 
gerry barnum - slide guitar, harmonica, bass harmonica
sparky boal - electric guitar
colleen eccleston - vocal
tom neville - violin, mandolin, guitar, electric guitar, bass, vocal, snare drum, various percussion
louise orieux - vocal
john palmer - snare drum, sandpaper blocks, guiro

produced by - the wingdamrambers and tom neville
recorded by - murray boal (dragon mtn. farm)  and tom neville (vancouver island)
mixed by – rick salt at mountain view studios, nanaimo, b.c. 
mastered by – rick salt 
cover design by – tom neville, cover graphics by bill horne

 


Lyrics

Farm Truck - Murray Boal

 Sometimes I’m thinking about this old farm truck,
rollin’ down a dusty gravel road.
The miles that it’s seen, the places that it’s been,
now I’m hauling back another heavy load.

It’s twenty five years since I first drove this truck,
way back then, when it was almost new.
Now there’s one or two dents, and the bumper’s kinda bent,
but that’s nothing much for what this trucks been through.

CHORUS
This old farm truck’s got a story to tell.
Like a long lost friend that you knew so well.
The years go by, and ride gets rough.
It’s been a long hard road for this old farm truck.

I hauled cattle to the auction, sheep down to the sale,
horses to go logging in the woods.
I hauled hives of honey bees, up to the fireweed,
but that trip didn’t turn out quite so good.

I hauled vegetables to market, driving round this town,
delivering the produce door to door.
I hauled logs on up the hill, on my way to Buds sawmill,
and I brought home a sling of rough cut boards.

CHORUS

BRIDGE

And in the winter, it runs good when it’s cold,
still got lots of power, though the engines kinda old.
It might use a little oil, cause it burns a little blue,
but it starts up when I need it, gets me where I’m goin’ to.

CHORUS - twice

c    M. Boal 2010

 

Dump - Robert Campbell

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP
HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP
WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND, SHE AIN’T EVER GONNA FIND
WHAT SHE DIDN’T GRAB IS AT THE DUMP

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP
HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP
DROVE EACH OTHER ‘ROUND THE BEND, NEVER LOVE AGAIN
ALL THOSE MEMORIES ARE BURIED AT THE DUMP

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP
HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP
OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND, NO TIME TO BE KIND
ALL THE LAUGHTER AND TEARS ARE AT THE DUMP

BRIDGE
I’M NOT SAYIN’ THIS IS GOOD ADVICE
THEY BOTH FORGOT, HOW TO BE NICE
COULD’VE TAKEN IT TO THE SALLY
TAKEN IT TO THE SHED
GIVEN IT TO A FRIEND BUT HE CHOSE THE DUMP INSTEAD

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP
HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP
SCATTERED AND PICKED THROUGH, SOME WERE EVEN NEW
WHAT’S DONE IS DONE NO SECRETS AT THE DUMP

HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP
HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP
TO LATE TO CHANGE HIS MIND, IT’S TRUE, LOVE IS BLIND
DON’T MATTER NOW IT’S ALL AT THE DUMP
YA, HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND’S CLOTHES ... ARE AT THE DUMP

c.R. Campbell 2011

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP

HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP

WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND, SHE AIN

T EVER GONNA FIND

WHAT SHE DIDN

T GRAB IS AT THE DUMP

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP

HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP

DROVE EACH OTHER

ROUND THE BEND, NEVER LOVE AGAIN

ALL THOSE MEMORIES ARE BURIED AT THE DUMP

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP

HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP

OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND, NO TIME TO BE KIND

ALL THE LAUGHTER AND TEARS ARE AT THE DUMP

BRIDGE

:

I

M NOT SAYIN

THIS IS GOOD ADVICE

THEY BOTH FORGOT, HOW TO BE NICE

COULD

VE TAKEN IT TO THE SALLY

TAKEN IT TO THE SHED

GIVEN IT TO A FRIEND BUT HE CHOSE THE DUMP INSTEAD

TOOK HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES TO THE DUMP

HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP

SCATTERED AND PICKED THROUGH, SOME WERE EVEN NEW

WHAT

S DONE IS DONE NO SECRETS AT THE DUMP

HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP

HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES ARE AT THE DUMP

TO LATE TO CHANGE HIS MIND, IT

S TRUE, LOVE IS BLIND

DON

T MATTER NOW IT

S ALL AT THE DUMP

YA, HIS OLD GIRLFRIEND

S CLOTHES ... ARE AT THE DUMP

c

.

R.Campbell 2011


Workin’ Too Hard - Murray Boal

CHORUS
You’re workin’ too hard.
You’re workin’ too hard.
You’re gonna pay the price, cause it’s the devil’s vice.
You’re workin’ too hard.

Seven days of labour, but your work is never done.
You might think this job is over, but it’s really just begun.
Blazin’ sun above your head, in the drivin’ rain.
Every day you find a way to do it all again.

Fourteen days and counting, your wheels are spinning round.
You can’t find a handle to slow this freight train down.
It’s like you’re walkin’ backwards every time you step ahead.
Your line is slowly slippin’ from the black into the red.

CHORUS

The preacher says the devil finds work for idle hands.
If you’re livin’ a life of leisure, your soul’s forever damned.
I think it’s the folks that work too hard that have the souls to sell.
And live on the devils payroll, until it freezes up in hell.

Thirty days have come and gone, you still don’t take a break.
Thinkin’ you could quit this thing was the first of your mistakes.
The ball just keeps on a rollin’ it’s gonna lay you in the ground.
It’ll be too late to close the gate, when the devil comes around.

CHORUS-(3 times)

c   C.M. Boal   2010

 

Summer’s Over - Robert Campbell

BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS, AND BEAUTIFUL TREES
SUMMER IS OVER, ROLL DOWN YOUR SLEEVES
THE MEADOW’S TURNING YELLOW,
THE SKY A MISTY GREY
SUMMER IS OVER, HISKEY JACK HAS FLOWN AWAY

AFTERNOONS AT THE RIVER, EVENINGS BY A FIRE
SUMMER IS OVER, THE CHAIRS RETIRE
RAIN ON A DUSTY ROAD, MUD ON YOUR SHOES
SUMMER IS OVER, TIME TO HEED THE CUES

TOQUES AND MITTS AND JACKETS, OUT FROM TUCKED AWAY
SUMMER IS OVER, HELLO SHORTER DAY
SNOW DAPPLES COW MOUNTAIN, THE CREEK’S LOW BUT CLEAR
SUMMER IS OVER, TILL SUMMERTIME NEXT YEAR

FALL IS UPON US, WINTER OH SO NEAR
BUT SUMMER’S ONLY OVER, TILL SUMMERTIME NEXT YEAR
SUMMER’S ONLY OVER, SUMMER’S ONLY OVER
YA, SUMMER’S ONLY OVER, TILL SUMMERTIME NEXT YEAR

c.R. Campbell 2013


Betty Frank - Murray Boal

Working at the end of the north arm,
living in a float house there.
Splitting shakes for Betty Frank,
for twenty bucks a square.

Devils club above your head,
grizzlies on the shore.
Cedar trees three feet wide,
like you’ve never seen before.

We never really made much money,
that summer we were working on the lake.
There were times when I was a’thinking,
this is all a big mistake.

But there were snow-capped peaks and sunsets,
fish we almost caught.
And those nights beneath the starry skies,
are things that can’t be bought.

CHORUS
Betty was a big game hunting guide,
she had a cabin on the other side.
There’s a trail to the mountain top;
take you on a hike, but you won’t keep up,
that’s the way it is… working for Betty Frank.

We split those shakes and bundle them,
and pack them to the bay.
Betty had a big old barge,
to haul the shakes away.

Sometimes in the summer,
when the lake was calm and clear.
We’d ride that barge on down the lake,
maybe drink a couple of beers.

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Betty had a team of sled dogs,
she kept them on an island down the lake.
We took one when we went up to the alpine,
hoping that he’d keep the bears away.

CHORUS

Betty was a big game hunting guide,
she had a cabin on the other side.
There’s a trail to the mountain top,
take you on a hike, but you won’t keep up,
that’s the way it is… working for Betty Frank.

c  M.Boal 2010

 

Money Goes - Robert Campbell

I KNOW WHERE THE MONEY GOES, BRAND NEW CARS, BRAND NEW CLOTHES
OUT WITH THE OLD INTO THE NEW, WHAT’S A POOR BOY SUPPOSED TO DO
A SMOOTH OPERATOR AND A BIG-SHOT TOO
DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANNA DO, YOUNG, HANDSOME, CHARISMA TOO
LOOK AT YOUR TAN, WHOOP-DEE-DOO

I KNOW WHERE THE MONEY GOES, OUT YOUR ASS AND UP YOUR NOSE
SEX AND DRUGS AND ROCK ’N ROLL, TOO MUCH PARTY TAKES IT TOLL
ONE DAY YOU’RE RICH THE NEXT YOU’RE POOR,
YOU AIN’T WELCOME ‘ROUND HERE NO MORE
ALL THAT MONEY’S GONE TO YOUR HEAD, ONE DAY YOU’RE COOL THE NEXT
YOU’RE DEAD, FLAT AS A PANCAKE

BRIDGE
I WENT TO THE BANK TODAY, HERE IS WHAT THE BANKER SAY
YOU’VE GOT ZERO YOU’VE GOT NONE, YOU’VE HAD YOUR FUN - SON
I SAID WHAT! THERE MUST BE SOME!
HE SAID MATTER OF FACT, YOU OWE US SOME... WALK THIS WAY

I KNOW WHERE THE MONEY GOES, THE HIGHEST HIGHS AND THE LOWEST LOWS
ONE DAY YOU’RE UP THE NEXT YOU’RE DOWN,
YOUR FAIR WEATHER CROWD JUST AIN’T AROUND
YOU’RE A JET-SET MAMA WHO KNOWS WHAT SHE LIKES
SLEEP ALL DAY UP ALL NIGHT
BREAST IMPLANTS AND BLEACH-BLONDE HAIR
ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU’RE THERE
EVERYBODY KNOWS YOU’RE THERE

I KNOW WHERE THE MONEY GOES (X8)

c. R. Campbell 2009

 

Ranch Hotel - Murray Boal

Down along the railway tracks,
in this dusty cowboy town.
There’s a bar that’s wild and crazy,
after the sun goes down.

The people come from miles around,
to go through those swinging doors.
It’s dark and loud, a hard drinkin’ crowd,
out on the big dance floor.

I was livin’ in the bush back then,
kinda livin’ off the land.
Got a job playin’ in a local three piece band,
with my guitar and a suitcase, I bid a short farewell.

For six nights in a row, one afternoon show,
I’m livin’ in the Ranch Hotel.

CHORUS
I’m lookin’ out the window, watchin’ the trains roll by.
It’s a sad and lonesome feelin’, askin’ the question why.
I left the place I was livin’ for and the girl I loved as well.
Now I’m playing in the house band, here at the Ranch Hotel.

There’s bikers, pimps, and dealers, sittin’ in a smoky haze.
There’s native folks and cowboys, drinkin’ their troubles away.
Me, I’m up there singin’, one more hurtin’ song.
And though the words aren’t real, it’s the way that I feel,
I’m wonderin’ where I went wrong.

CHORUS

Had a truck drivin’ friend stop and see me,
he saw how low I’d sunk down.
Drivin’ east in the morning,
I had to get out of this town.

Sometimes you see where life’s leading.
Sometimes you never can tell.
But one thing I know
I played my last show,
here at the Ranch Hotel.

CHORUS
c   C.M. Boal   2010

 

Someone’s Trash - Robert Campbell

CHORUS
SOMEONE’S TRASH, IS SOMEONE ELSES TREASURE
BUT WHO AM I TO JUDGE, WHO AM I TO MEASURE
TAKE IT HOME, SHINE IT UP, USE WITH PLEASURE
SOMEONE’S TRASH, IS SOMEONE ELSES TREASURE.

LITTLE BIT OF GREASE, LITTLE BIT OF LUCK
THAT PART WILL, FIT MY TRUCK
PRICE IS RIGHT, CAN’T COMPLAIN
WHAT’S A LITTLE RUST, ON A GOOD BRAND NAME

CHORUS

WITH THOSE BOARDS, I’LL BUILD A SHED
WITH THE PAINT, I LIKE RED
THAT SHIRT, IS JUST MY STYLE
THOSE SOCKS, MAKE ME SMILE

PLATES AND MUGS, AND CUTLERY
THESE THINGS, I DO NOT NEED
BUT THAT BOOK, WILL FIT MY SHELF
NO HARM DONE, JUST HELP YOURSELF.

CHORUS

SOMEONE’S TRASH, IS SOMEONE ELSES TREASURE
TAKE IT HOME, SHINE IT UP
AND USE WITH PLEASURE
YA, TAKE IT HOME, SHINE IT UP
AND USE WITH PLEASURE

c.R. Campbell 2011

 

Jimmy G - Murray Boal

Jimmy G came from a big family,
at the end of a quiet street.
One day Jimmy went and got a big rock,
from the side of Mosquito Creek.

He put the rock through the picture window,
he was only just a lad.
Jimmy was his mother’s favorite son,
she never even really got mad.

I remember Jimmy in high school,
it was nineteen sixty-nine.
Friday night by the Creekside,
they were wild times.

Jimmy rolled his mom’s car out the driveway,
and drive around town till dawn.
In the morning Jimmy’s mom would cook him breakfast,
she never even knew it was gone.

CHORUS
Jimmy G are you out there somewhere,
same as you used to be?
Have you found things to tie you down,
are you finding ways to stay free?

Sometimes you’re living in the country,
sometimes you’re living in town.
You come and go but everybody I know,
like to have Jimmy G around.

Jimmy got a job at a fish farm,
you’re only getting there on a boat.
Jimmy’d sit and strum on his six string,
singing every song that John Prine wrote.

Maybe Jimmy’d go down to Gastown,
people gather round to hear.
Jimmy G singing songs on the sidewalk,
maybe make enough for one or two beer.

CHORUS

BRIDGE
He walked beneath the power line, and felt the energy.
He saw it all so clearly now, how everything should be.

Jimmy learned to swing a hammer,
He framed a house or two.
But Jim got bored of those two by fours,
He had bigger things to do.

After Jimmy G turned forty,
He decided to go back to class.
From what I hear now he’s an engineer,
Jim was always good in math.

CHORUS

c   C.M. Boal   2010

 

Wells – Robert Campbell

I LIVE IN WELLS, I’M A PRETTY NICE GUY
I’LL WAVE AT YOU, IF YOU PASS BY
I’LL EVEN TALK, IF YOU WANT ME TOO
TELL ME NEIGHBOUR, WHO’S SCREWIN’ WHO?

I LIVE IN WELLS, A LAST FRONTIER
BUT SAY GOODBYE, AND SHED A TEAR
THEY PAVED THE ROAD, ‘BOUT ‘72
WHERE WILL IT END, WHO’S SCREWIN’ WHO?

I LIVE IN WELLS, WHERE I EARN MY KEEP
BOUGHT A HOUSE, IT WAS PRETTY CHEAP
FIXED IT UP, ALL FUNKY AND NEW
SPECULATION, SPECULATION, WHO’S SCREWIN’ WHO?

I LIVE IN WELLS, WHERE THE PINE ALL DIED
AND THE SPRUCE AND FIR, HAVE BARELY SURVIVED
GOT TRUCKED AWAY, WITH THE MORNIN’ DEW
SOMEBODY’S RICH, WHO’S SCREWIN’ WHO?

I LIVE IN WELLS, WHERE THE GOLD STILL HIDES
DREAMER’S DIG, AND WATCH IT SLIDE
A PRECIOUS THING, FOR SO VERY FEW
THANKS FOR THE ROCKS, WHO’S SCREWIN’ WHO?

I LIVE IN WELLS, I’M A PRETTY GOOD GUY
I’LL WAVE AT YOU, WHEN YOU PASS BY
I’LL EVEN TALK, IF YOU WANT ME TOO
HEY NEIGHBOUR, WHO’S SCREWIN’ WHO?
LIFE GOES ON, WHAT CAN YOU DO? WHO’S SCREWIN’ WHO?

c.R. Campbell 2010 

 

Tip Of Your Tongue – Robert Campbell

YOU’VE GOT YOUR WHOLE LIFE, ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE
HEARTBREAK AND HARDSHIP, WHAT’S DONE IS DONE
TIME IN A BOTTLE, IT HAS TO BE SUNG
YOU’VE GOT YOUR WHOLE LIFE ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE x2

YOU’VE GOT YOUR WHOLE LIFE, ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE
FROM DEEP DARK WOODS, TO YOUR LAUGHTER AND FUN
DREAMS IN A BOTTLE, IT HAS TO BE SUNG
YOU’VE GOT YOUR WHOLE LIFE ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE x4

BRIDGE
IT’S A BILLION STARS, AND THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
OUTDOIN’ THEMSELVES, NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
IT’S A FIRE BURNIN’, AND IT’S ALL BRAND NEW
THIS UNEXPECTED PLEASURE OF YOU x2

YOU’VE GOT YOUR WHOLE LIFE ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE
FROM CHILDHOOD TO THIS MORNING’S SUN
LIFE IN A BOTTLE, IT JUST HAS TO BE SUNG
YOU’VE GOT YOUR WHOLE LIFE ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE x8

c.R. Campbell 2010

 

After The Storm – Murray Boal
 
I’ve got something I want to say,
too long it’s a hid away.
Maybe I’ll wait for a better day,
after the storm is over.
 
I got something I want to see,
I don’t know if it’s meant to be.
Maybe it’s all gonna set me free,
after the storm is over.

CHORUS
After the storm is over,
after the wind and rain.
After the storm is over,
I’m gonna try again.

I got something I want to do,
keep on lookin for what is true,
maybe it’s something I’m goin’ through,
after the storm is over.

I got somewhere I want to go,
in a place that I used to know.
Just a little ways down the muddy road,
after the storm is over.

CHORUS

I got something I want to take,
keep it in a box so it don’t break.
I’ll let you know when I get there safe,
after the storm is over.

I got something I want to bring,
put it in a song we all can sing.
I’m a’hopin that it’s gonna change everything,
after the storm is over.

CHORUS x2

c   C.M. Boal   2010