Cam Jones

Cam Jones

 Ottawa, Ontario, CAN
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

One VOICE- powerful, emotionally evocative; not a word passes through Cam's lips that does not drip with the underlying emotion of the song. One Guitar- as much percussion as stringed instrument, Cam plays in a way that causes the listener to hear layers not often associated with solo acts.

Biography

One VOICE, one GUITAR.

Cam Jones is a singer-songwriter, solo-acoustic-electric-rhytmic-folk-rock evolution based in Ottawa, Canada. Built on an assimilation of guitar styles best connected to Ani Difranco and Dave Matthews, Cam’s guitar is as much a percussion instrument as it is an accompanying voice in his songs.

At the heart of Cam’s songs is an agenda with words. The poetry of Cam’s lyrics is an intentional attempt to diffuse basic structure by bringing the song in every poem to the instrument that rounds them.

With a powerful voice and emotional connection to every word that passes through his lips, music becomes an element that evolves rather than performs: live performances are a product of the surroundings in which they are played.

“This machine kills fascists.” – or, at least, debates them.

Lyrics

Boomerang

Written By: Cam Jones

Be my boomerang,
fly far,
but always return;

I’ll be waiting,
with open hands,
to hold you until you
fly again

Be my dandelion,
weed and flower.
I’ll employ implements of
destruction and desire.

Record you for posterity,
give you life once more;
hang you on the wall,
crack the plaster

Be my
black piano key;
mysterious, stretch
my dexterity.

And they’ll always wonder
in critical frames,
but it’s the minor key
that makes me sing

Sun Quite that Way

Written By: Cam Jones

I’ve never seen the sun
rise quite that way
and I’m grateful
for today
and tomorrow:

I guess I’ll let time
take it’s own course
and I’ll
take mine.

You stand before me
quite perplexed
asking how can you stand
to wait for the next
hour of the day;

I can’t make time stand still,
I can’t make it rush,
it’ll come soon enough

Bridge:

Pictures of bliss
look remarkably
like this,
and I don’t want my
pictures of the world
to come straight out
of some picture book

Guess I could
read a newspaper or a book,
sip a coffee,
but I’d rather look around
take all this in;

If today be the day I die
I wouldn’t want it to be
words occupying my time

I’ve never seen the sun rise quite that way

Fell for You in a Frame

Written By: Cam Jones

I got lost in your glare
again last night;
and I’ll get lost there
again sometime.

Some resolve to get there,
I fell for you in a frame.

Our affair was, at best,
a seasonal crush,
but it’s mutual
and it still makes us blush.

Skinny dipping midnight,
lake couldn’t cover us quick enough.

There’s something constant
about the way you change;
dressed in our skins
we’re one in the same.

I didn’t even notice you
until my friend Thoreau,
from a canoe said,
‘What’s above and what’s below?’

I guess that night,
my perspective was in flux.
That’s the first time
me and words fell in love.

There’s something constant
about the way you change;
dressed in our skins
we’re one in the same.

I got lost in your glare
again last night;
and I’ll get lost there
again sometime.

Joan's Call

Written By: Cam Jones

Dear Joan.
Please don’t go.
This melody,
is a stop order.
Tell go Death to go to hell
I know you won’t, I know you will.
We need you here with us still,
I know you won’t, I know you will.

Laughed until we cried,
We’ll cry until we laugh.
Walk around this earth;
Joan tattooed upon my breast.

Joan, please don’t go.
Nurse in World War.
Once again, once more,
put us before yourself.
Breath deep.
Just breath.
Breath deep.
Just breath.

Laughed until we cried,
We’ll cry until we laugh.
Walk around this earth;
Joan tattooed upon my breast.

Slideshow photograph;
Joan it’s not time yet.
Seawall walk to the past,
Joan it’s not time, just yet.
Come sit, watch over us;
and we’ll watch over you.
Finite episode,
Infinite feel.

Dear Joan.
Please don’t go.

Walk Miles

Written By: Cam Jones

Ain’t no clouds in the sky if you don’t look up.
No such thing as a bad trip, just bad gear;
what you been carrying on your back,
just lay it down here.
Just lay it down here.

This earth(‘s) got infinite possibility for footsteps,
infinite space to lay trail;
no direction necessary,
walk miles.
Just walk miles.

Destination after-thought,
give me everything in between.
Stops along the way, people you meet,
reason to breathe.
Give me reason to breathe

Noticing, noticing nothing.
Startled by the quiet in my head.
Tommy you had it all right,
cedar strip grave in red.
(I want a) cedar strip grave in red.
[cedar strip in red for my grave]

Discography

Streetcar Curtsy 0001 (EP) - October 2011
Live at the Straka Farm (EP) - November 2011
Share Me Some Shoulder (Single) - December 2011
Follow-up EP, Spring 2012

Set List

**Sample**

Set List (Straka Farm)

Set #1: 4:00

Bobby Fossee (Jones)
The Wolves (Act I and II) (Bon Iver)
Walk Miles (Jones)
Black Boys on Mopeds (Sinead O'Connor)
Left and Leaving (The Weakerthans)
Boomerang (Jones)
Sorry (Jones)
That’s Just Us (Jones)
Joan’s Call (Jones)
I Fell For You in a Frame (Jones)

Set List (Straka Farm)
Set #2: 7:00

The Sun Quite that Way (Jones)
As Is (Ani Difranco)
Girl in the War (Josh Ritter)
House of Gold (Andy Stochansky)
Until This (Jones)
Contrast in the Sky (Jones)
Safe Here (Craig Cardiff)
Long Black Veil (Johnny Cash)
Phone Call Reverie (Jones)

Set List (Straka Farm)
Set #3: 9:00

Favourite Star (Jones)
The Tone of this Place (Jones)
Impressions from an Ill-Fitting Desk (Jones)
Being Found has Become (Jones)
Fire in the Sky (Jones)
Not Berlin Before the Fall (Jones)
Don’t be Shy (Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam)
Miss Ohio (Gillian Welch)
I’m Not Leaving; I’m Gone (Jones)
Lessons Swallowed (Jones)