Bryan Arcand

Bryan Arcand

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Lyric driven songs rooted in the musical tradition of American folk and blues, and fused with elements of modern hip hop and rock music.

Biography

Drawing from a rich history of North American folk and blues, while blending these elements with modern music such hip hop and punk, Bryan Arcand emerges with a fresh voice for roots music.

As a lyric driven song-smith and rebel raconteur Arcand is strikingly more akin to the troubadours of another time than to the flood of beach balladeers and sad-sack songwriters working today. With winding tales of gypsy caravans, city streets, squatters and fallen idols, Arcand reaches for the ideals of freedom with songs that are staggering in theme and eclectic in sound.

Through a vagabonding youth, that took him from his birthplace in the Southern US, to New York, then Toronto, and a number of places in between, Arcand listened to anyone living to be heard whether they be musicians, painters, preachers or poets. During this time he learned to play guitar from street performers and honed his skills busking where he could and playing in any stale barroom or old café that would have him. He independently recorded and released his first EP "At the Crossroads" in March 2008, and is currently in the studio recording his first full length album.

Armed with a DIY ethos and a realist view, Arcand’s songs reach far beyond his years, deep into the dark heart of American music and into a realm of naked honesty unparalleled by many artists working today.

Lyrics

Midnight Train

Written By: Bryan Arcand


In here there’s stories told
The house is scarred with holes
You know that there were times
We lost control

The bottles are all scattered
And Spilled upon The floor
From the Dizzying Nights
That we once shared before

But the Midnight Train is calling
It says it wont be long
But Baby, Don’t forget me when I’m Gone

Out in the night
The streets are full of police
They’re tellin’ me I’m a beggar
And a thief

I know I may be restless
But that’s my only sin
There’s still no sign of life
I’m thrown right in

And their sirens ring out a warning
They say its been too long
But Baby, don’t forget me when I’m gone

Here in this room
I sit and watch the time
I still can’t see your face
Inside my mind

But I can still remember
A song you sang to me
I heard it while I fell
Into a dream

The song it was called sadness
And you sang “it’s been too long”
But baby, don’t forget me when I’m gone

Now I’ve been walking for miles
Down a lonesome road
I still don’t know which way
That I should go

And off in the distance
I see a shining light
Could this be my salvation
From the night?

But the midnight train is calling
It says it won’t be long
But baby don’t forget me when I’m gone

Yeah the Midnight train is coming
I know it won’t be long
So baby, don’t forget me when I’m gone

Hastings and Main

Written By: Bryan Arcand

I was stranded into madness
At the corner of Hastings and Main
Yeah, I was stranded into Madness
At the corner of Hastings and Main
It’s all just way too much to handle
Just enough to drive a poor boy insane

I saw a sideways walking beggar
He stopped and asked me for a dime
I saw a sideways walking beggar
He stopped and asked me for a dime
I said I’m waitin’ for some change myself
But it’s of a different kind

I met a sickly southern woman
She approached me for a match
I met a sickly southern woman
She approached me for a match
She said you look a little tense my boy
Why don’t you smoke on some of that

So now I’m stranded in this madness
With an illegal smile
Yeah, I’m stranded in this madness
With an illegal smile
This place don’t look too bad through blood shot eyes
I think I might stay here a while

And then a cop walked through the streetlights
With his black bat and his gun
Then a cop walked through the streetlights
With his black bat and his gun
He cried out, “War on the Poor,
All of you bums had better run!”

I started runnin’ for my life
When I heard his gun shots a-fire
I started runnin’ for my life
When I heard his gun shots a-fire
I couldn’t find no place to hide
I found myself all tangled up inside barbed wire

So now I’m stranded in this madness
At the corner of Hastings and Main
Yeah, I’m stranded in the madness
At the corner of Hastings and Main
It’s all just way too much to handle
And just enough to drive a poor boy insane.

Apocalyptic Lullaby in Em

Written By: Bryan Arcand

I know you don’t know me
This may seem obscene
But I’ve done some lookin’
And this is what I seen
I saw…
The towers tumble
I saw the wild plight
I saw New Orleans sinkin’
The endless fight
Guns in the Schoolhouse
The mouths unfed
The mothers weepin’
Too many dead
I saw the sights of the mess we’re in
Visions of the end

I know you don’t know me
This may sound absurd
But I’ve done some listenin’
And this is what I’ve heard
I heard…
The screaming bullets
The rebels song
The sirens of warnin’
Them drop the bombs
Them talk of failure
Nothing but lies
Mother mothers weepin’
The endless cries
I heard the words the prophets said
Visions of the end

I know you don’t know me
This may seem unreal
But I’ve done some thinkin’
Just to see if I still feel
I felt…
A burning anger
It deep inside
My heart so heavy
I couldn’t hide
A tortured madness
I lost control
An Endless hunger
It was eatin’ at my soul
I felt the pain of the tortured men
Visions of the End

At the Crossroads

Written By: Bryan Arcand

To all my lovers and friends,
I feel this is the end now of our days
Cos’ all the memories and songs
Have quickly gone and vanished in the haze
Of a dream that I created long ago
And though I said I would be back before the snow
Now I’m lost somewhere down on that road back home

Dear Father, stay a while
You can try to sit and smile and say, “I see”
But no man could ever understand
Except for me
And you try to tell me, “boy you’ve lost control”
But it don’t matter where I’ve been or where I’ll go
Cos’ I’m lost somewhere down on that road back home

Dear Mother, I’m not sorry
Though I know this has been bothering you
Cos’ all the wild spinning nights
All my faults and my flights get me through
And by now I think that you should know
That I won’t be back before the snow
Cos’ I’m lost somewhere down on that road back home

Now I’m standing at the crossroads
Trying to flag a ride going west
All these thoughts pound in my brain
Driving me insane can’t get no rest
Cos’ I been moving just like the wind does blow
But it don’t matter where I been or where I’ll go
Cos’ I’m lost somewhere down on that road back home

Wheels of Time

Written By: Bryan Arcand

I tell you I once loved a girl
Eyes like the sun and like a pearl
She was precious as a sacred stone
The things we said when we were alone
Still echo through my warehouse mind
I play them slow and then rewind
Play them back but nothing comes
All is lost the feelings gone
Forgot…
In the spinning wheels of time

I recall the day we said goodbye
The bus drove fiercely through the night
I walked home in the freezin’ cold
Nothing left to have or hold
And like a ghost you came to me
In a dream of reverie
On bended knee you tried plead
“I hope you can forgive me”
But I’ll see…
In the spinning wheels of time

If she tried to call me back
Would I stray or keep on track
Nothing really has been right
Nothing wrong although the night
Still bites me with its icy winds
The thoughts come rushing back again
Is there something that I coulda done
To keep her from becoming the one
Still hanging on…
In the spinning wheels of time

Where Do we go from Here?

Written By: Bryan Arcand

What’s left to do
That’s not been done?
Take out the flowers
From the barrels of their guns

What’s left to say
That’s not been said?
No use in looking through
The books of the dead

Chorus
Things are different now
There’s so much left to fear
From where I’m standing
The Future Ain’t that clear
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?

What’s left to build
That’s not been broke?
When every sound you spin
Is another lie that’s spoke

What’s left to have
That’s not been sold?
In This land of promise
That’s been pillaged by the old

Chorus

What’s left to fight
That’s not been fought?
What has been gained,
And what has been lost?

What’s Left to sing
That’s not been sung?
This victory hymn is sick
And sounding all wrong

Chorus

Discography

At the Crossroads EP (2008)
Bryan Arcand (Spring 2009)

Set List

As a songwriting showcase Bryan Arcand plays 45 minute set of original material.
A typical set list is as follows:

1.) So Far From Home
2.) Hastings and Main
3.) Back in Your Arms
4.) Mary
5.) Wayside Inn
6.) Cracked Bell
7.) Song For Doherty/Love or Consequence
8.) Ragpickers Wine
9.) Waiting For the Sun

(note: other original songs are played and substituted as well)

To fill more time covers are done and range from songs by The Pogues, Bob Dylan, Nick Cave, The Clash and Others.