Chris Kirby

Chris Kirby

St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, CAN
BandR&BSoul

He's a witty, spitey, pasty white kid from the woods of Newfoundland-with his new record Wonderizer, Kirby delivers plenty of old school funk. Banging out tunes on his Wurlitzer Kirby fuses the modern styles of John Mayer and Mayer Hawthorne, along with a hefty dose of Stevie Wonder’s vintage soul.

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Biography

New Album Wonderizer:
Nominated for 2 East Coast Music Awards (Solo Album, R&B/Soul Album)
Winner of 2 Music NL Awards (Male Artist, Songwriter of the Year)
#74 on the Roots Music Report’s Top 100 Albums of 2012

He's a witty, spitey, pasty white kid from the woods of Newfoundland whose style is simply addictive. With his new record, Wonderizer Chris Kirby delivers old school funk to the masses. Banging out his tunes on his Wurlitzer and singing as if the fate of his own mother hangs on every word, Kirby fuses the modern styles of John Mayer and Mayer Hawthorne, along with a hefty dose of Stevie Wonder’s vintage funk and soul sound. Chris Kirby and his band The Marquee deliver a fun, high-energy live performance every night, and his funky grooves spread throughout crowds like wildfire.

Continuing in his efforts to bring classic and vintage 70’s funk and soul into the modern day music market, Kirby’s fourth release, Wonderizer, takes a somewhat autobiographical approach to living life in St John’s, Newfoundland. Originally intended to be released as two separate EPs, Kirby split his songwriting focus between the virtues of love, decency and the joy of performing, and the seedy underworld of the bar and entertainment industry.

The first six songs make up the Greasy collection, starting with the opening track, “Greasy Individual” which was inspired by a few notoriously sketchy characters on George Street, where Kirby frequently performs. The last six songs make up the Honey collection, which includes the album’s title track, “Wonderizer” – a feel-good pop-infused ode to that one special person that keeps you grounded in times of turmoil, a source of light among the grasping shadows of a shady lifestyle.

Wonderizer was recorded in two different studios in St John’s. Kirby (who also produced the album) opted for the 1970’s console and gear at Groove Den Studios in St John’s to achieve the classic vintage sound found on some of the more gritty tunes. Henge Studios was used to attain the more polished pop melodies that Kirby sought to capture in the second half of the album.

“At the last minute, I decided to pit good versus evil and let them duke it out on the one full length record,” said Kirby. “The style remains consistently funky, but the songwriting content changes up a bit in the middle of the album, creating a distinctive Side A/Side B effect.” In order to maximize that effect for listeners, Kirby intends to release the album on vinyl later in 2012.

Greasy vs. Honey, love vs. lust, heads vs. tails. In his own life, Kirby plays both sides of that relentlessly flipping coin, but no matter what the outcome, the odds are always in favour of the song.

Chris Kirby is a 9-time ECMA nominee and has 3 Music NL wins. Career highlights include performing at the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics, participation in the 2010 CBC Song Quest program, and multiple festival and showcase performances. He co-writes frequently with other accomplished songwriters, and this year he will be spending some serious time behind the mixing console, producing records for other East Coast artists.

Lyrics

Arthritis Song

Written By: Chris Kirby

"Don't worry," they say
"You think to much about it, one day
It will become all you are"
So I spent all my time
Got it out of my mind
But I find
I'm no better for it

I'm changing my style
It's the only way around this, meanwhile
It's become all I am
I pray aloud each day
That you won't make me say
Goodbye
Goodbye

Hands, don't you quit me so easily
You don't even know
Though you'll never need me
Don't go

I'm losing my hands
Years by the hourglass
So don't tell me not to be scared
Until you play by the rules
Of heroes and fools
And lose
And be no better for it

I'm trying my best
To keep the pain at bay. The rest,
The ice and the drugs are doing something
Although I'm not sure exactly
Is it helping or killing me?
We'll see
We'll see

Hands, don't you quit me so easily
You don't even know
Though you'll never need me
Don't go
Don't go

I've got a pact with the world
And I'm a fool of my word
It's absurd
Absurd

Hands, don't you quit me so easily
You don't even know
Though you'll never need me
Don't go
Don't go

© Chris Kirby 2005

Nice on the Outside

Written By: Chris Kirby

I hope you don't lose track
Of the whiskey you've been drinking
Because there's no turning back
Once you get to thinking

About staying over night
You're not the first, and you won't be the last
She's only nice on the outside
But what a nice outside she has

Watch your back brother
She gonna shoot you full o' holes
She'll take you to the bank and let you go
And you won't be left with nothin'
But a suitcase and your name
It don't take no special gambler to play this losin' man's game

And I hope that you remember this
As the chills run down your spine
Because there's no use talking to you then
You'll be leaving me behind

And then off with her
You're not the first, and you won't be the last
She's only nice on the outside
But what a nice outside she has

Don't start in to crying yet
You still got some time
She's gonna hang around, diggin', 'till she digs up your last dime
But if I was you, brother
I'd get out while I can
Sometimes it takes some running just to make a man a man

But I know it won't be easy
Because I know just how she plays
She'll leave you turned all inside-out
And in a lustful craze

And off again
You're not the first, and you won't be the last
She's only nice on the outside
But what a nice outside she has

I hope you don't lose track
Of the whiskey you've been drinking
Because they're ain't no turning back
Once you get to thinking

About staying over night
You're not the first, and you won't be the last
She's only nice on the outside
But what a nice outside she has

© Chris Kirby 2005

Crime in F# Minor (Steal the Night)

Written By: Chris Kirby

"Peter," said Jude, "let's steal the night
Noone will miss it when it's gone"
Peter replied with his black eyes wide "you're crazy
What will come of the midnight grass where the moon has shone?"

"Never you mind the grass", Jude said, and he smiled
"The sun will shine around the clock and the moon won't be missed
So says the man with the kindest hand I've ever known
He offered me this bag of silver from his fist"

Go steal the night, boy you deserve it
Noone will hand it to you - you gotta take it
And if you're worried
Worried 'bout doin' time
It's not a crime
It's not a crime

Around about eight o'clock they took their sky hook and ran
Into the world of wine, cigarettes, and false hope
Peter said where he stood, "Jude, I don't feel good about this now"
Jude said "make up your mind, boy - go home or hold the rope"

Come steal the night, boy we deserve it
Noone will hand it to us - we gotta take it
And if you're worried
Worried 'bout doin' time
It's not a crime
It's not a crime

And as long as there's evil and silver there will be those
Leading the weak and weaker around by the nose

As the sun woke the world, Peter and Jude were called
To the keeper who knew something wasn't right
Everybody's aware that the keeper's stare sees through you
And where there's Devil's coins you'll find thieves in the night

Go steal the night, boy you deserve it
Noone will hand it to you - you gotta take it
And if you're worried
Worried 'bout doin' time
It's not a crime
It's not a crime....

....Unless you're caught

© Chris Kirby 2005

Grindstone

Written By: Chris Kirby

I'm breaking out of this cage tonight
Leaving my work behind for spite
Because nothing here is helping me, just like they said it would

This room tonight is warm as hell
So I'm stepping outside to feel the cool rain
Look for the edge and roll right off it

Tonight the rain is all I have
Tonight the rain is all I have
Tonight the rain is all I have

Men are worth the sum of what they've sold
Some men enjoy doing what they're told
With all these paths we've to follow, we'll wind up followers after all

I am done with all of this trying
With nothing to show but a stiff neck and a soul that's dying
I'll raise my glass to the grindstone, but I've heard another call

And I know we all pretend it's alright
And I could stay pretending all night
Or I can leave on my own, and make it all the way home in the rain
Tonight the rain is all I have
Tonight the rain is all I have
Tonight the rain is all I have

The rain is falling and I'm growing old
Spent so many days trying to fit in the mold
But every now and then you gotta stand in the cold
Step out of the black and white
The rain is falling and I'm down and out
Just leave me to myself and let me feel this out
One of these days I'm gonna scream it out
Lord, I see the light

And I know we all pretend it's alright
And I could stay pretending all night
Or I can leave on my own, and make it all the way home in the rain
Tonight the rain is all I have
Tonight the rain is all I have
Tonight the rain is all I have

© Chris Kirby 2005

Cross on the Highway

Written By: Chris Kirby

There's a cross on the highway
Where a friend of mine once lay
Face down on the muddy ground
In the middle of a rainstorm

West-bound on route one
A bloody morning rising with a killing sun
Screaming tires, breaking glass
He didn't know what he was in for

And I pray, I pray

God, let him be on his way to Heaven
Miles before the Devil knows he's gone
And leave us here
With what we have and what we don't
And there's nothing left of him to live on
But a cross on the highway

The very next day
When the papers tried to news it all away
His baby sister
Turned twenty one

Nobody said a word
But they all came around
Preacher man said he was friend
To almost everyone

And I pray, I pray

God, let him be on his way to Heaven
Miles before the Devil knows he's gone
And leave us here
With what we have and what we don't
And there's nothing left of him to live on
But a cross on the highway

And how we call it a sin?
You didn't mean for it to turn out this way
But two people you don't know
Will bury their son today
And you're just the ordinary fool
Who sent him from this ordinary world
Where this happens every day
And ordinary people let us down

And I pray, I pray

God, let him be on his way to Heaven
Miles before the Devil knows he's gone
And leave us here
With what we have and what we don't
And there's nothing left of him to live on
But a cross on the highway

© Chris Kirby 2005

Tell Me Something

Written By: Chris Kirby

The moon is up
And all my friends have gone home
And I'm drunk, and telling all my secrets now that I'm alone
Tonight you see
It's just you and me
Or it might as well be
And it might be this dark rum talkin'
Oh but I can see the two of us walkin'
Down by the sea
Just you and me

Come on and tell me something
Come on and tell me something
Come on and tell me something
Something about....
You

Well the moon
Is halfway across the sky
And I'm diggin' deep into philosphy to try and tell you why
What I'm tryin' to do
Is get my point to you
Before they throw me out of here
And it might be this tequila talking
But in my mind birds of reason are flocking
And I'm thinking clear
Hey, that was a good one. Send a drink over here!!!

Come on and tell me something
Come on and tell me something
Why don't you tell me something?
Something about....
You

(honky piano solo, or at least my best Dr. John impression)

Well the sun
Is peaking over the hill
And I won't make it through this morning without a cup, and maybe a pill
My Saturday's ruined
Because of my shootin'
Holes in a Friday night
And it might be this headache talkin'
Oh but it hurts to walk and
Something doesn't seem right
About my staying over last night

Come on and tell me something
Why don't you tell me something?
It's time to tell me something
Something about....
You

© Chris Kirby 2005

Driving Song

Written By: Chris Kirby

Here comes mister "top of the world"
Got himself a driving girl
Don't get excited. You're just a means to a crime
I recognize that girl I know
Same one you had not one year ago
She left you standing by the side of the road the last time

Just before she rolls away
You'll be wondering why she had to find it so hard to stay
Got what she's after, now she's just driving on
She ain't nothing but a driving soul
When the morning comes she got to get her wheels on the road
Break your heart, and leave you with a driving song

Believe me buddy you're wearing a fool's smile
Happy as ever but just for a while
She's gonna take you for a ride. She knows just what you're good for
Stay away from the fire, and you don't get burned
Seems like something you ain't never learned
She'll leave you crying by the side of the road just like before

Just before she rolls away
You'll be wondering why she had to find it so hard to stay
Got what she's after, now she's just driving on
She ain't nothing but a driving soul
When the morning comes she got to get her wheels on the road
Break your heart, and leave you with a driving song

One driver makes another
Soon we'll all be on the road
She'll be in the fast lane

What you gonna do when she's out of gas
And her driving days are over at last
And she leaves you standing by the side of the road for the last time?

Just before she rolls away
You'll be wondering why she had to find it so hard to stay
Got what she's after, now she's just driving on
She ain't nothing but a driving soul
When the morning comes she got to get her wheels on the road
Break your heart, and leave you with a driving song

© Chris Kirby 2007

Make My Peace

Written By: Chris Kirby

We've been under fire
Since our boots hit the soil
Are we a part of a revolution
Or just the cost of oil?

It's funny how you get to thinking
About all the nasty things you've done
When it's too late or you're too far away
To change a single one

So leave me alone tonight
I'll make my peace with God
If you are the only one
Who makes it out of here alive
Tell my mother I didn't mean to disappear
And leave her to cry
I didn't it would come to this
Now I'm just another loser on the pile

They told us when they sent us
That we'd be fighting for your lives
Someone said it, and I'm starting to believe
That it was all lies

Because I've been cut and chased and shot at
And I fear they soon will send me home
Across the water in a cold pine box
After I die alone

So leave me alone tonight
I'll make my peace with God
If you are the only one
Who makes it out of here alive
Tell my mother I didn't mean to disappear
And leave her to cry
I didn't it would come to this
Now I'm just another loser on the pile

Our Father in heaven up above
They tell me it has been your will that I have done
But please forgive me for killing in your name
And have mercy on the poor soul that's killed me just the same

Now I'm writing this here letter
To anyone who reads my tongue
I'm so sorry to the world I helped destroy
How I wish I'd never come

But I was just a poor mechanic
God knows who these boys were before
I'm starting to see the problem with this with me
And how I wanted more

So leave me alone tonight
I'll make my peace with God
If you are the only one
Who makes it out of here alive
Tell my mother I didn't mean to disappear
And leave her to cry
I didn't it would come to this
Now I'm just another loser on the pile

© Chris Kirby 2007

Don't Forget About Me

Written By: Chris Kirby

Three in the morning, his eyes are open wide
Staring at the cold side of his bed
There was a time when he’d worry about her
But tonight he writes a letter instead:

Go on, baby, and leave me behind
I know all I’ve been is just a waste of your time

But don’t you ever dare forget about me
No don’t you ever dare forget about me

In the beginning things were so simple
All you seemed to need was my love
Bit by bit, your tastes got expensive
And I know you knew I’d never keep up

So you got a man on the side, and you’re having your fun
And I know he’s got a bed that’s built for more than one

But don’t you ever dare forget about me
No don’t you ever dare forget about me

Why
Do you lie to the one you love?
When you lie
Next to the kind of man who lets
Push get to shove

I changed the lock, leave your key outside
You know all you’ve been is just a waste of my time

But don’t you ever dare forget about me
No don’t you ever dare forget about me

© Chris Kirby 2007

Identity Crisis

Written By: Chris Kirby

I wake up, step into myself
Today I'll be so many 'me's but never somebody else
Sometimes I feel I wanna get outta this place
Wrap you up and take you with me

Although, I'm feeling alright
And I got two cheap tickets to the Saturday night show
The same fool is playin' downtown
The one who plays the guitar, baby

It's alright, it's alright
I'm not thinking 'bout it anyhow
Not thinking about
How we ain't goin' nowhere just by hangin' around
It's alright, it's alright
I'm cool, I suppose, with right here, right now
But the problem I've found
Is I just can't get around
Right here and right now

I go to bed, say my prayers
I've been praying for I don't know just how many years
That the lord will forgive me for wanting out
Of the world that he has made just for me

I know, it's really quite nice
But I got some kinda hunger for a piece of the prize
Whatever that prize might be, certainly
It's definitely not here, baby

It's alright, it's alright
I'm not thinking 'bout it anyhow
Not thinking about
How we ain't goin' nowhere just by hangin' around
It's alright, it's alright
I'm cool, I suppose, with right here, right now
But the problem I've found
Is I just can't get around
Right here and right now

I don't want to be a rolling stone
And I don't want to wind up all alone
But when my time comes
I'll be the only one
Around
And I'll have done
This to myself

It's alright, it's alright
I'm not thinking 'bout it anyhow
Not thinking about
How we ain't goin' nowhere just by hangin' around
It's alright, it's alright
I'm cool, I suppose, with right here, right now
But the problem I've found
Is I just can't get around
Right here and right now

© Chris Kirby 2005

Rum & Religion

Written By: Chris Kirby

Walking home with a belly full of liquor
All alone, save for the anniversary sticker
That I saved from my bottle of the nectar of hell
The bottle didn't fare so well

Twenty six fat ounces down the hatch
What a fix! One heavy duty scratch
For this itch I've been feeling in my soul all week long
My weak is done but nothing about me is strong

God, break me out
This rum and religion, it's cause for suspicion
It's all I sing about
I'm fading away
My art is so tiring, I need something inspiring
Right away

I need a muse; some reckless motivation
So I read the news to escape my situation
But reading other people's problems in the paper alone...
I'm sure I would rather my own

I feel stuck. Have I been saturated?
I've no luck. This game is overrated
When you're dreaming on the bottom with a half-empty cup
If I were on top I bet I'd still look up

God, break me out
This rum and religion, it's cause for suspicion
It's all I sing about
I'm fading away
My art is so tiring, I need something inspiring
Right away

This morning I found
What I left out there on the ground
Last night as I was fumbling for my key
On my way to mass
Spied that sticker there on the grass
And it makes me wanna ask you
Is this all I'll ever be?

God, break me out
This rum and religion, it's cause for suspicion
It's all I sing about
I'm fading away
My art is so tiring, I need something inspiring
Right away

(c) Chris Kirby 2005

Good Man

Written By: Chris Kirby

Here I am, losing you
Or is it you that's losing me? It's hard to say
We've finally come unglued
Forced to say goodbye in the hardest way

I'm a good man for a broken heart
You couldn't ask for any better
I'm a good man for a broken heart
You couldn't ask for more
You couldn't ask for any better

Thinking about all we've had
And all we've put together, in learning how to love
Why can't you just be mad?
'Cause watching this thing crumble would be easier than just boarding it up

I'm a good man for a broken heart
You couldn't ask for any better
I'm a good man for a broken heart
You couldn't ask for more
You couldn't ask for any better

You say we both need to grow up
A little
And I need to learn to be happy on my own
But the only thing I fear
Worse than being lonely
Is winding up all alone

I know I brought this up
And if you ever regret it, go ahead and blame it on me
I've done most of the f**king up, so why should I stop now?
You see

I'm a good man for a broken heart
You couldn't ask for any better
I'm a good man for a broken heart
You couldn't ask for more
You couldn't ask for any better

You couldn't ask for more
In your very first broken heart

(c) Chris Kirby 2007

Come Clean

Written By: Chris Kirby

Bless me, bless me Father
For I have sinned
I took the chance to start over,
But I did the same damn thing again
It would be nothing but a pack of lies
To tell you that I learned my lesson the first time

So I got both knees on the floor
Gonna do my penance, and sin no more
I got both knees on the floor
Gonna do my penance
Yeah

Father things have come to such a mess
I wanna tell her that it's all over
Just as soon as she is dressed
It would be nothing but a pack of lies
To tell her that it won't end up like the last time

So I gotta Get on to my gettin' on
Before all my gettin's gone
I gotta get on to my gettin' on
Before all my gettin' is gone
I gotta

Get on with it
Get it over with
Get on with it
Get it over with

Father, something strange is goin' on
She's standing by me still, and she believes I do no wrong
It would be nothing but a pack of lies
To say that this won't be the very last time

I got both feet on the floor
I ain't running away no more
Said I got both feet on the floor
I ain't running

Entertainer of the Year

Written By: Chris Kirby

Out here you get paid by the drop
To be a moonlight child
'Round past midnight they come piling in
To hear you sell them drinks for a while

You ain't nothin' but a cheap soundtrack
To a night they might never recall
But remember each one dropped a fin at the door
And if you're lucky you'll go home with it all

But don't you dare
Do anything special
No don't you dare
Play something they don't know
Forget what you've been told

It's not the way it goes
You don't choose who you are out here
Play it simple, play it smart
It's the only way to start
It's the price you gotta pay to be the entertainer of the year

I heard it from a man who gives me steady money
There ain't no heroes in this town
But I'll come as close as anybody
As long as I'm hangin' around

And I don't
Do anything special
And I don't
Make something of myself

Forget what you've been told
It's not the way it goes
You don't choose who you are out here
Play it simple, play it smart
It's the only way to start
It's the price you gotta pay to be the entertainer of the year

Don't you tell them that it's over
That's for them to decide
Don't you let them down tonight
Just pretend that they're all sober
And they're listening
And they're not just out to be out all night

Don't you dare
Do anything special
No don't you dare
Play something they don't know
Forget what you've been told
It's not the way it goes
You don't choose who you are out here
Play it simple, play it smart
It's the only way to start
It's the price you gotta pay to be the entertainer of the year

Golden Year

Written By: Chris Kirby

On a sunny August morning, nineteen fifty five
Christopher and Bridget are standing out by the church
Family and friends are taking photographs
Freezing every moment as if each was the very first

Bridget came to town as teacher
And met Christopher the sailor, and hometown boy
They raised a family in a big white house
With food from a garden, it was the simple life they all enjoyed

Cheers,
Here is to your golden year
You know, you haven't changed, as far as I can see
Time rolls on, but you don't roll over
You make life look so easy

And I
Wish I might
Wish I may
Get to spend my life that way

50 years later, three sons and a daughter
And who knows how many lifetimes of stories to tell
Growing old is a blessing. May you never forget it
Christopher and Bridget, you've taught us all so well

So cheers,
Here is to your golden year
You know, you haven't changed, as far as I can see
Time rolls on, but you don't roll over
You make life look so easy

Fool No More

Written By: Chris Kirby

I got nothin' good to say
And I'll say it to you anyway
Have you come lookin' for a price to pay?
Well how much time to you have, babe?

You couldn't say what you've been thinkin' 'bout
But you've been thinkin' on it, no doubt
Don't be surprised, I figured you out
You've been foolin' around on me

You say you need me to calm down
You're tryin' to twist this thing around
You are so full of shit your eyes are turning brown
I know you're sorry, but it just won't do

Now you're shakin' in your little shoes
Didn't I tell you he was bad news?
Now in the end you see just what you stood to lose
What I am is a good man, and I don't need you

No matter how long
It's been goin' on
You had me fooled
But I'm a fool no more
Now I'm movin' on
And after I'm gone
Who are you gonna fool?
Babe, I'm your fool no more

You say it's me down to the wire
Shut your mouth, you dirty liar
You turned my world upside down, I'll light yours on fire
This is known as the coming around

And around and around it goes
A rumor tornado everybody knows
You did it to yourself, and now it shows
Look for me baby, I won't be around

No matter how long
It's been goin' on
You had me fooled
But I'm a fool no more
Now I'm movin' on
And after I'm gone
Who are you gonna fool?
Babe, I'm your fool no more

Tell me just how sorry you are now that you're caught
You can stop pretending you are someone you're not
Hold on baby, it won't be long
I'm sure another fool is comin' right along

No matter how long
It's been goin' on
You had me fooled
But I'm a fool no more
Now I'm movin' on
And after I'm gone
Who are you gonna fool?
Babe, I'm your fool no more

Leave You in the Morning

Written By: Chris Kirby

Act like you own the place when you walk through the door
Order some kind of drink you can't pronounce, and you can't afford
Tell me what's the cause for celebration

Looking as expensive as you possibly can
Gonna see what you can get from being a confidence man
Dressed to kill your very own reputation

Before you make your next move
Think about what you stand to lose
This night could cost you more than what is in your wallet now

She's gonna leave you in the morning
Won't be no “where you been?”
Won't be no fight
She's gonna leave you in the morning
If you don't come home tonight

Got your arm around something barely full grown
She's got no idea that is the only suit you own
Blinded by your skills in conversation

Now that you've exhausted all the big words you know
She's giving you the signal that she's ready to go
Don't you just love this Godless generation

Before you go back to daddy's house
Think about getting caught sneaking out
Or going home to find your key don't let you in no more

She's gonna leave you in the morning
Won't be no “where you been?”
Won't be no fight
She's gonna leave you in the morning
If you don't come home tonight

Don't expect me to believe you're lonely
You are on a mission to leave yourself all alone
And I wanna know this one thing
Yeah I wanna know this one thing

Whatcha doin' chasin' tail downtown
When you gotta sweet woman, waiting around
Keeping what you really need safe at home

She's gonna leave you in the morning
Won't be no “where you been?”
Won't be no fight
She's gonna leave you in the morning
If you don't come home tonight

Free Man

Written By: Chris Kirby

I'm going where the air is fine
I've got the real world in my mirror
Getting smaller all the time
I've been playing back what you said
About finding yourself living
Before somebody finds you dead

And we never watched the sun rise from L'Ance Aux Meadows but I've seen the light
And I'm a free man on the Viking Trail tonight

I started missing you back on the highway
"Get off on the 430"
I swear to God I heard you say
And I'm sure I would have started to cry
When I got through those mountains
If I wasn't busy asking why..

..did we never watch the sun rise from L'Ance Aux Meadows? Oh but I've seen the light
And I'm on the way there just to make ammends, and make it right
I'm a free man on the Viking Trail tonight

A full moon and the caribou has been my only company
On this cold and lonely soul-redeeming ride
I put down the window
Turn up the stereo
No matter which way the wind blows
It is on our side

We never watched the sun rise from L'Ance Aux Meadows but I've seen the light
And I'm on the way there just to make ammends, and make it right

We never watched the sun rise from L'Ance Aux Meadows but I've seen the light
And I'm on the way there just to make ammends, and make it right
I'm a free man on the Viking Trail tonight

I've been up this morning and gone
Across the icy water
Now it's the Freedom Road I'm on

Discography

Wonderizer (May 2012)

Sounds Like Wednesday (2010) // solo acoustic "off the floor" - winner of the 2011 Music Newfoundland Jazz/Blues Album of the Year

Vampire Hotel (2009) // the long-awaited East Coast R&B - defining record, produced by Gordie Johnson.

Chris Kirby on Rum & Religion (2006) // Chris' solo debut. The title track from this album (Rum and Religion) was a number 1 hit on the East Coast Countdown.

Parc - Bootlegged Live (2003) // Live release from Chris' old band. This album earned the Parc a nomination for Rock Group of the Year at the 2004 MIANL Awards. All songs written by Chris Kirby.

Set List

Chris's current performing catalogue includes more than 40 original songs and countless personallized blues/rock classics from artists such as Keb Mo, Muddy Waters, Jimi Hendrix, Dr. John, The Band, and more! Whether performing solo or with his band, the Marquee, Chris is able to entertain any type of audience with anything from a gripping 30-minute set to a marathon 4-hour show.