Archie

Archie

BandFolkAcoustic

Danny Elfman kidnaps Joni Mitchell - a fairytale romance ensues (bright on the outside, dark in the heart). Together, they conquer the gap in the musical market that is quirkygirliefolkrock, and spawn 4 children - Poetry, Melody, Heart and Wit.

Biography

A curious, gingertopped young thing growing up on a tiny Island in the Irish Sea, Archie was listening to an odd mix of big band, swing and grunge metal while her teeny friends were wrapped up in 80's electro pop and - urg! - rave. Inspired equally by Eddie Vedder, Julie London, Jeff Buckley and the writings of madcap British poet John Hegley, it was always going to be a voracious musical appetite that formed her own musical dabblings. Oh, and somewhere amongst all that, she was a soprano in the youth choir and can still sing large chunks of Mozart's Requiem (tho, maybe not in the same key...)

After studying broadcast journalism in the hope of Getting On The Radio, her musical career 'proper' started by promoting everyone else's stuff, as she put her obsessions to good use with an indie rock show on Energy FM. 'The Back Room' became one of the most popular radio shows on national radio (on the Isle of Man, admittedly...), and with all the live sessions and interviews collected over the years, a CD was produced. It was when she was putting that CD together that she decided to have a bash at the ole songwriting malarky herself - and it seemed apt to write a song about how brave she thought all these musicians were to actually sing their own songs in front of other people. And so, '(You've Got To Be) Drunk' was written.

Shortly after that, on a visit to her siblings in Tennessee, she came home with a shiny new Gibson guitar and found she couldn't stop writing....46 (or so) completed songs later, and a few gigs under her belt, and here she is, touting her wares on t'internet.

A few slight detours should be mentioned tho - while sheepishly introducing her music to the local gigging scene (and yes, she did have to be slightly drunk to do it - at first), she met the stunningly talented Anna Goldsmith and joined her band, playing acoustic guitar and singing backing vocals. Since then, she's also sung backing vocals for Christine Collister ("One of the world's best female vocalists' - Q Mag) and Back Door Slam ("I heard the spirit of Jimi Hendrix...it was a group called Back Door Slam" - Seattle Times at SXSW 07), both live and on record, and is the main bv on Anna's own soon to be released debut album.

Also, her current job is with Running Media Group, the management team behind Corinne Bailey Rae and aforementioned Back Door Slam, so although she no longer presents the radio show, she does still spend most of her time promoting everyone else's careers....aw bless ;-)

Lyrics

Wolverine

Written By: Christy DeHaven

Could it be that she just crushed a thing of beauty, 'tween the unforgiving grip of her finger and her thumb?
How to know if she just overstepped her duty, did she turn a future hero to a cynical son?

(let it be wrote, on her passing note, 'At Least She Made You Rock')

Take a boy who's on an honourable mission and soon he will be wishing he'd upped and run along;
It's not intentional this havoc that she's wreaking, the Fairytale she's seeking is a Grimm ride home.

(let it be wrote, on her passing note, 'At Least She Made You Rock'; let it be said, on the stone above her head, 'At Least She Made You Rock')

So you're looking for a Happy Ever After, written to a score of laughter and a dozen pretty girls?
Just be wary of the Wolverine who's hiding 'neath the petticoats of Mary, offering her cheap thrills!

(let it be wrote, on her passing note, 'At Least She Made You Rock'; let it be said, on the stone above her head, 'At Least She Made You Rock')

Original

Written By: Christy DeHaven

Born to a family lie, living beyond your time
Everyone wanted to know this man
So hang up your apron strings cause you can do anything!
Sing from the heavens because you can

And all because you were original
From a very broken mould you were a truly tortured soul,
But you were original

Left by the water front, grace was your line undone
Cry hallelujahs for what we can
You came from some other place, left us with little trace
Now everyone's trying to follow this man

Because you were original
From a whisper to a scream you were a dark, unholy dream
But you were original

A beauty so bruised
For greatness stand accused

You were original
Every pain and tenderness in every song a soul confessed
But you were original

You were so young
Your father's son

Little Girl

Written By: Christy DeHaven

Little Girl, where are you now?
Did the world just spit you out?
It's about time you came home
Gather up your lovely bones

Little Girl step by my side
We'll be quiet for a while
Pray the sun don't ever drop
Giving thanks for what we've got

Baby Girl how you've grown!
Daddy's eyes, Mama's soul

Little Girl this is your place
Strong of heart and fresh of fate
You're the one who'll save this man
Only Mama knows you can

Baby Girl how you've grown!
Daddy's eyes, Mama's soul
Baby Girl how you've grown!
Perfect eyes, endless soul.

Honesty

Written By: Christy DeHaven

She remembered a line from an earlier time, and slipped it into play,
He threw it back - but not for lack of trying on the way,
They stared at the sky for fear their eyes would give the truth away
And ran from time in hope they'd save their future from today

The sun was low and the heat was dry,
And he wiped the water from her eye,
He took a step and she leaned in too.
And he held her til the cloud turned blue

He flipped a mat and scrawled on the back then tore the words in two
She stroked his hair with mustered care unsure of what to do
He flinched and he turned, his anger it burned, his furrowed brow a crease,
Aware of the fall, she lifted his scrawl and tried to pick up the peace

The sun was low and the heat was dry,
And he wiped the water from her eye,
He took a step and she leaned in too,
And he held her til the cloud turned blue

(Could it be - honesty? Sympathy? Or the end of me?)

The Shore

Written By: Christy DeHaven

For I will walk the shore sometime,
The waves creep in and calm me,
With every pull and push of tide
A little fear will leave me -
Fingers of fear release me

I feel the water brings release
From all the ties that hold me,
What is it that keeps me here
When there's no-one left to love me?
(I will not let you love me.)

Calm now, there's a means to break this wave of worry,
I will walk this shore
til Peace slips in with the sea,

Streets are grey and faces hard
And the view is faith consuming,
Who gives you the right to judge
This path I am pursuing?
This is my own doing - (could by my undoing)

Calm now, there's a means to break this wave of worry,
I will walk this shore
til Peace slips in with the sea,

Calm now, there's a means to break this wave of worry,
I will walk this shore
til Peace slips in with the sea,
til Peace slips in with the sea

Radioman

Written By: Christy DeHaven

Lights down, night's up, lids are heavy fit to drop,
TV's flick and sleepers roll,
Radioman let the smooth tones fall.

Clouds slide across the moon,
The air is wet with the smell of June,
Walk the north road, skirt the heat,
Past the print of the Devil's feet,

(CH) Driving slow and nowhere's home,
Head turned hard and heart hangs low,
Got to move I'm caving in,
Radioman let the lovers sing.

Good times end and good times start,
Lifelines wand'rin cross a broken heart,
Dreamers fly and troubles light,
Eyes weigh heavy in thick of night.

City's core is burnt and bruised,
Shadows shift and men abuse,
Skipping danger, headed north,
Light creeps in as I'm passing 4th.

(CH) Driving slow and nowhere's home,
Head turned hard and heart hangs low,
Got to move I'm caving in,
Radioman let the lovers sing.

(Mid8)
Streets are empty, faces too,
Got to move on passing through,
In my mind there's only you,
Got move on

(CH) Driving slow and nowhere's home,
Head turned hard and heart hangs low,
Got to move I'm caving in,
Radioman let the lovers sing...

Driving slow and nowhere's home,
Head turned hard and heart hangs low,
Got to move I'm caving in,
Radioman let the lovers sing.

Lift Me Up

Written By: Christy DeHaven

She says there's no point in relying on a roaming soul who's dying inside, from fighting for life,
She's says she's sorry and she's trying, but it's hard to stop the crying inside
And she opens her eyes and says

"Oh, lift me up! bring heaven to earth and leave me where the sun shines"

She says its hard to be a saviour, when the saved are out of favour but it's fine,
There's reason in rhyme
You see she's closing all her windows,
shutting out the world and gasping for air, but there's nothing there

She cries "Oh lift me up! bring heaven to earth and leave me where the sun shines
Brighter than the day, and nothing can hurt, Oh lift me, lift me up!"

Lift me up
Lift me
Lift me
Lift me up

Her head is filled with all the questions of a girl who never learned not to ask,
And she prays this won't last,
But there's a comfort which is growing from a constant that has saved her before, and she falls to the floor and cries...

Them

Written By: ChristyDeHaven

She wasn't proud, just a little smart,
But she was his regular work of art;
She bore him well and made him smile,
And they'd see heaven once in a short long while

(CH) And it was their sky and they were their stars, and folk would say they shared the one heart,
And it was their moon and they owned the whole world and that was enough for them - for They Were Loved.

He wasn't rich, just a little strong but she knew she'd love him her whole life long;
He kept her warm on the coldest night and it was enough to occupy her life;

(CH)And it was their sky and they were their stars, and folk would say they shared the one heart,
And it was their moon and they owned the whole world and that was enough for them - for They Were Loved.

They had their trials, but they were brave, and they kneeled to God knowing they would be saved,
Their days were warm and their nights were sweet and pretty soon their love would be complete.

(CH)And it was their sky and they were their stars, and folk would say they shared the one heart,
And it was their moon and they owned the whole world and that was enough for them - for They Were Loved,
and that was enough for them - for They Were Loved,
and that was enough for them - for They Were Loved.

Leave A Light

Written By: Christy DeHaven

V1: Leave a light on for me, if you are home before the dawn,
Keep the fire a-flickerin, and get the bedsheets warm

V2: Pull the blind down for me, to let me know that you are home,
Unlock the door, pull back the sash and get those bedsheets warm

(bridge)
I need to know you have no reservations - my future aint up for consideration

CH: Need me more than I need you, you lead me on like I lead you,
Call me crazy, I don't care, we'll lead each other who knows where?

V3: Pour the whiskey for me, and leave it standing on the stair,
Tie up the dogs, stoke up the coals and loose your auburn hair

(bridge)
There have been other women that I've lived for, but you're the only one I'd gladly kill for

CH: Need me more than I need you, you lead me on like I lead you, Call me crazy, I don't care, we'll lead each other who knows where?

(leave a light, leave a light, leave a light...)

Leave a light on for me, if you are home before the dawn.

Discography

'Bright On The Outside' EP (independent release - available at gigs only)
Several songs have had radio play on
national radio station, Manx Radio

Set List

Depends on length of set, but usually 7 or 8 originals (varied style & tempo) broken up with 3 or 4 covers - present covers are Panic At The Disco 'I Write Sins' (played in a swing stylee), Guillemots 'Love Song #43', Dusty Springfield's 'Spooky' (but sung over the bassline for White Stripes '7 Nation Army') and Kelly Clarkson 'Since You've Been Gone'.