John Colvert

John Colvert

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There’s an ache. There’s always an ache, or some complex string of pains, compulsions, and desires. John Colvert shows us that the aches that are the most palpable, the most intense are the ones that define who we are. And the measure of strength that’s used to harness those aches, well that’s the on-going war worth writing about.

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There’s an ache. There’s always an ache, or some complex string of pains, compulsions, and desires. John Colvert shows us that the aches that are the most palpable, the most intense are the ones that define who we are. And the measure of strength that’s used to harness those aches, well that’s the on-going war worth writing about.

Colvert says, “There’s no sense in pretending that we win all of our inner battles. I certainly don’t. ”

Colvert and his band, John Colvert and the Great Brighton Fire are gaining recognition within the Boston music scene for Colvert’s style of poignant and barrier-free songwriting and their passionate and fiery live performances.

John has performed on the side stage for John Prine and Lucinda Williams. He has also opened for Adam Ezra Group, Langhorne Slim, The Dunwells, and Keith Kane (of Vertical Horizon).

“…the emotion behind John’s music is barely contained within his frame, telling all in the audience that there’s a story behind his singing, and he’s here to share it with all of us.” The Noise (Boston, MA)

“His songs are poignant and his delivery is sincere.” The Weekly Dig (Boston, MA)

Lyrics

Just Another Pawn

Written By: John Colvert

Once more
I'll see your fingers come 'round that door
You'll pretend you don't hear me
I can't salvage my sad excuses anymore
I'm just another pawn
Just another pawn

This time
We'll see just who draws the lines
And if you can trust me
I sware I'll never be quite right
I'm just another pawn
Just another pawn

Baby I'm gonna make it
Baby I'm gonna make it clear
I'm not angry
I just won't be living here

Tired eyed
This drive couldn't get much longer
And you could still save me
But not in the arms of him
He's just another pawn
just another pawn

Baby I'm gonna make it
Baby I'm gonna make it clear
I'm not angry
I just won't be living here

As Is

Written By: John Colvert

Wide awake at the rest stop
Shut the windows in the rain
Been gone long enough to lose
Everything I’m coming back to gain

I left god and time behind me
All those exit signs ago

Here I am
Heart in hand
As Is

Found a beach parking lot
For my old vinyl top ’89
Fold the bench seat back
Not a bad place to spend the night

That chip on my shoulder
Dulls the static of the rain

Here I am
Heart in hand
As is

Treason

Written By: John Colvert

You’ve got
Good bourbon
And a thing for
No reasons
In the mountains nobody knows your name

Receptive
Like fire
And creative
Like thunder
But by December still nobody knows your name

Oh I think its time we told the truth
I’d usually lie to someone like you
And here we are full of angst and booze again
I’m just so tired yeah stir the rocks

The best parts
Are changing
New leaves mean
New seasons
For the first time, Time won’t call the shots

The harper
Has spoken
Relentless with treason
And we’ve got nobody left to blame

Oh I think its time we told the truth
I’d usually lie to someone like you
And here we are full of angst and booze again
I’m just so tired yeah stir the rocks

Marionettes

Written By: John Colvert

Birch trees in embers
Been moving forever
Those cowardly nights
And all those cigarettes

You’ve felt some whiskey
Never before me
Pull me like you do
One of your marionettes

I’ve been this story
Too many times
Those trees aren’t getting better
And neither am I

The drive home to boston
90 has me thinking
I’ll give it one more year
Then I’m out of here

Its all fucked up
Inside my head
Can’t stop think’n
About what you never said

A few more hours
A few less miles
Maybe I could leave the state line behind

Birch trees in embers
Been moving forever
Those cowardly nights
And all those cigarettes

Faith

Written By: John Colvert

Ten more hours
Till your train comes in
You’ll be wondering
Where I’ve been
She’s been all the way through our bed

Noise on the street
Won’t you hear me out
You stare at your feet
With a fist full of doubt

Can’t believe you’re not trembling
Can’t believe you’re not trembling

You know all my secrets
I buried them so shallow in the yard

And I haven’t got your message
Leave your bottle by the door

Whose to blame
When the hope runs out
I’ve got a schoolboy’s faith
And a sailors mouth

I’m coming to you
I’m coming to you to make a change

She had the words that wouldn’t leave my head
Wrapped in our sheets she turned and said
I’ve got this problem don’t you understand
I’ve got this problem don’t you understand

You know all my secrets
I buried them so shallow in the yard

And I haven’t got your message
Leave your bottle by the door

Halfway to Baltimore

Written By: John Colvert

My father wasn’t much for teaching me lessons
He’d lead by example with mistakes that he’s learned from since

And I’ve learned that just because you can swim doesn’t mean you’ll never drown
And just because we can fight doesn’t mean I don’t want you around

There’s a thunder in my heart
I can see it in your eyes
You say that I’m falling apart
But I’ll take that chance

I’m falling so deep down into this glass of knob creek
Oh I understand why you’re not much for talkin’ to me

I’ll never break the storm
I’ll always pass the blame
I’m halfway to Baltimore to see what’s changed
And that says something
Oh that says something
About me

I’ve walked plenty of streets and held plenty of hands
I’ve worn plenty of shoes, but none fit to plan

I’ve see a heart made of gold and the stone face of death
Oh I’ve sold my soul, but who hasn’t yet

I’ll never break the storm
I’ll always pass the blame
I’m halfway to Baltimore to see what’s changed
And that says something
Oh that says something
About me

Static

Written By: Evan Gavry

Did I know you as more than some
White burst of static
Blown over the line
At some ungodly time?

You rambled incessant
And barely coherent
And it killed me to hear it
'Cuz we were so far gone

The air hangs and crackles
Your hair falls and frames you
In the still light of mem'ry
Like a celluloid dream
It echoes on hearing
A dim reproduction
Of a sigh of mute longing
That was not what it seemed

We may never be found
When the Walls come tumblin' down
But I won't be around
When you need me

When I awoke in the morning
You were gone without warning
No word of goodbye
And no trace of your name
Just Echoes of your laughter
Like lightning in a bottle
With a trace of your lipstick
Was all that remained

We may never be found
When the Walls come tumblin' down
But I won't be around

We may never be found
When the Walls come tumblin' down
But I won't be around
When you need me

When I awoke in the morning
You were gone without warning
No word of goodbye
And no trace of your name

Shame

Written By: John Colvert

Heading out of Austin, oh I swear I saw your face
Carved into a cactus on the road along the way

Called you from a pay phone so you wouldn't know my name
Just needed to hear your voice without sharing shame and misery
You said hello (hello hello)

No, I never read the Bible
Always afraid I'd be ashamed
Though I never did much you asked, but the excuse was all the same

Though I did quit smoking, but I carry matches from years ago
The place they hold on these vinyl seats make it feel like home (like home, like home)

Oh it's my mistake
I always end up giving it all away
Oh I'm gonna wear myself smooth
With all this worry, time, and pain

Made it up to Denver in time for Christmas eve
Spent it in a bar room along with those who don't believe

Drove another 50 miles while the snow turned to rain
Looking for a Comfort Inn, 'cause comfort's what I need (what I need, what I need)

Now I'm always feeling guilty for driving around in this V8
Strangers always tell I could trade it in for what I'd save

But she's been so good to me and made me feel at home
She's got a banjo and a bed when I'm out here all alone

And there's never much left over at the end of the day
I spend it as it come on coffee and cocaine

The Great Brighton Fire

Written By: John Colvert

It all started when Boston called
She said I'm gonna give you this song
'Cause I just burned down your house, so let me know when you're headed home

No it never surprised me much
you see I've got my daddy's luck
It's been plaguing me for years, so maybe it's time I start giving up

Finish me darling or at least say that you will
Can't stand no more holes in the curtains, no more hospital bills
Baby please just let me leave

One more hymn for the road
One more bottle of wine
Then we'll finish her off and pack up whats left tomorrow

Then I'm taking these bags and I'm headed to Spain
I'm gonna abandon my God
I'm gonna change my name
I'll wipe this blood from my lip
Then I'm gonna change my fate

So finish me darling or at least say that you will
Can't stand no more holes in the curtains, no more hospital bills
Baby please just let me leave
Baby please just let me leave

Discography

Songs for the Northern Belle (2010)

Set List

Set Length: Flexible, can perform up to 2/45' sets.

Some Originals:
Adeline
Just Another Pawn
Shame
Liberty Bell
Marionettes
Sinners
Marigolds
As Is
Faith
Food Stamps
Halfway to Baltimore
Remember Me Well
Static
Treason
Late Train
August
Done No Wrong
The Great Brighton Fire
Where You Been?

Some Covers:
The Weight - The Band
Wagonwheel - Old Crow Medicine Show
Two - Ryan Adams
Oh My Sweet Carolina - Ryan Adams
Chocolate Jesus - Tom Waits