BoldSchool

BoldSchool

BandFolkAmericana

A devil-may-care collection of nostalgic old soulful songwriter(s) who live for old school and speak for a 40 something US of A demographic majority who have no voice and miss the innocent musical past.

Biography

Influenced by almost any music or musician from the 60s, 70s and 80s. Like troubadoure folkies of old who protested war, we use message music to shed light on the darkness of modern pop culture.

Lyrics

Has Sage Left The Stage?

Written By: Hank Festa

When I was young
We had ear candy
Now that I'm gray
Old school is handy

But when bad sounds sing
Good songs are rare
The hurt they bring
The notes don't bare

Mad sounding off
Does not art save
The loud who yell
Into the grave

But when times change
Lost souls resound
In here and now
And not profound

Has sage left the stage?
Where is Bob Dylan?
Are old answers winded
To protest the killing?

Has sage left the stage?
Where's Don McLean?
Can't he kill us softly
And feel our pain?

As history repeats
Itself this four score
Protesters in vain
Martyr the war whore

But when might makes right
Without rhyme or reason
Art imitates death
And dissent is treason

Has sage left the stage?
Where's Peter, Paul & Mary?
Their jet planes and dragons
Spoke quite contrary

Has sage left the stage?
We need Johnny Lennon!
Musical Jesus band mate
Sent too soon to heaven

Do we hear hell?
Does evil dwell?
In misunderstanding pain?

Does the rap mend?
Does the gap send?
The new hip to parade rain?

Do we play mute?
Or prostitute?
A culture warrior's muse?

Is the flack deft?
Or is slack left?
On this generation's noose?

Has sage left the stage?
Where are the prophets?
To confirm our fears
And switch our gears

Has sage left the stage?
Where are the poets?
To diss pop crimes
And pass hard times...

Oh, oh, oh...oh, oh...oh, oh

And When I'm Gone

Written By: Hank Festa

VERSE 1

Baby, hear me grieve before I leave
Because our ball and chain's undone

Let cupid fret on his arrow's regret
A change of heart is slim and none

We hid the forest trees with memories
Of a storybook fairytale

But as midnight tolled romance got old
With no more love life left to fail

VERSE 2

I used to think that our ship wouldn't sink
When you didn't feel the same

You bought the lie that we would never die
Yet I couldn't play that game

Lust made us feel that our love was for real
And that was just a waste of time

We lived the dream that we were a good team
When we weren't worth a dime

CHORUS

And when I'm gone
Then you will find
There's more to life
Than ties that bind

And when I'm gone
Then you will see
There's more to love
Than ecstasy

VERSE 3

I don't mind leaving the past behind
Since love loss ain't a winner's sport

Time and money won't mend a fate to unspend
The days late and dollars short

We washed our hands of truth we couldn't stand
But facts left us undenied

You still had hope at the end of our rope
When I let go of my side

BRIDGE

Oh, is it wrong or right
If kings and queens for a day
Can't make it through the night?

Or is it fair or foul
To forgive this unhappy ending
As I throw in the towel?

CHORUS

And when I'm gone
Then you will find
There's more to life
Than ties that bind

And when I'm gone
Then you will see
There's more to love
Than ecstasy

CHORUS

And when I'm gone
Then you will find
There's more to life
Than ties that bind

And when I'm gone
Then you will see
There's more to love
Than ecstasy

What Did They Do To My Country Music?

Written By: Hank Festa

VERSE 1

I broke my jukebox the other night
To curse big red's selection slight
Singing 'bout hurt and pain is a chore
Innocence don't hum around here no more

But if the west was won with hardship
And sad sounds make the weaker strong
Then why's old Dixie on a city trip
With no muse for real country song?

CHORUS

Oh, what did they do to my country music?
Did they throw it to the dogs?

Tired of crossover lookers
Mixing pop to market meat
Five gallon hats for cowboy hoofers
And bad ass selling the beat

Oh, what did they do to my country music?
Did they feed it to the hogs?

Done had my fill of diva chill
Flexing T&A with fluff
Greeting card filler ain't no thriller
With no bards in the rough

VERSE 2

Working man is happy being sad
Sorrow drowning music ain't half bad
Real country boys know the time of day
And the sad songs have got more to say

Because luck in love is sentimental
And the party songs lose their sting
When happiness don't pay the rental
It's the gut checks that make us sing

(Instrumental break)

CHORUS

Oh what did they do to my country music?
Did they throw it to the dogs?

Tired of crossover lookers
Mixing pop to market meat
Five gallon hats for cowboy hoofers
And bad ass selling the beat

Oh what did they do to my country music?
Did they feed it to the hogs?

Done had my fill of diva chill
Flexing T&A with fluff
Greeting card filler ain't no thriller
With no bards in the rough

VERSE 3

Young gun honky tonks like to razz us
They say our old souls are down and out
This ain't your daddy's songbook, cuz
Country has gone and left down south

With no more bold poetic brush
Or truthing the common man's lot
Singing humility's a bum rush
'N music's western world is shot

BRIDGE

So that's what they did to our country music
They threw it to the dogs 'n fed it to the hogs

Happy-go-luckies running Nashville town
Done traded the old country school for flash

I'd play a tune to fix the sound...
But my jukebox is in the trash!

Discography

BoldSchool: Somebody Wrong Songs - 1st track: Has Sage Left The Stage?

Available online. Unhip to cyberspace payola. Need a web manager/promoter.

Set List

As of this EPK, we're a one shot wonder in search of future songwriting gigs in a retro studio band.