Craig Bancoff

Craig Bancoff

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Craig sounds like Ryan Adams, The Jayhawks, and Wilco. His latest album, Eden, is Americana at it's greatest. The music is manic, yet insightful and intelligent both in music and lyrical content.

Biography

Sounds like:
Ryan Adams, Wilco, The Jayhawks.

Craig Bancoff is getting ready for the release of his newest studio album, EDEN.

Eden. As in the Garden of. The place we wish we could get to. The place that must exist somewhere. Craig's new album takes us to the outskirts of a place called Eden. Its familiar faces and characters you know you have seen but who don't necessarily have a name. As the music in Eden washes over you, Craig's emotion packed delivery is as desperate as it is cathartic. No need for expensive psychotherapy here; just take a listen to some of the tunes on Eden and the endorphins will make your problems melt.

Mix 5 parts Jewish and 5 parts Irish Catholic and you get 13 parts diverse Craig Bancoff. With roots in western Pennsylvania's coal mines, you get the grit and struggles of Springsteen's working man. With his harmonies and dazzling melodies, you get a bit of the early Beatles simple yearning. Throw in Craig's multilayered intelligence and a staunch belief in truth, you get a free trip to this town just outside of where we all wish we could get to, Eden.

All music, lyrics and performances owned by Craig Bancoff

Writer: Craig Bancoff
Publisher: Sweetie Records

Lyrics

Crutch

Written By: Craig Bancoff

Everything's a crutch, yeah I figured it out.
The blue birds in the cherry tree's are singin what they sing about,
one day the things I'm runnin from will leave me with no doubt.
Everything's a crutch and I've figured it out.

Every thoughts a dream in a garden filled with snow,
from every dream a flower, to a blossom, to a seed we'll grow.
And every thing I thought i knew, is not what it's about.
Cause everything's a crutch, yeah I figured it out.

And all the birds are singing,
and all the church bells ringing,
and everything is easier now.

Everything's a crutch, yeah I figured it out.

The bells they play a melody from my childhood.
It echos off the houses and the concrete through the neighborhood.
And every note they've ever played has led me here and now.
Cause everything's a crutch and I figured it out.
Everything's a crutch and I figured it out.

And all the birds are singing,
and all the church bells ringing,
and everything is easier now.

I Will Love You

Written By: Craig Bancoff


I remember running through the weeds in the summer time trying to make it home.
There were flowers in the fields and the tall grass blowing,
and the blue sky spinning round.
And home was wherever you were back in those days but now I'm not quiet sure.
How something turned to nothing, and nothing became everything,
I don't know anymore.
But you can bet your life,

I will always love you.

Well that crooked fence still winds like a serpent in the night, on the way to your daddy's farm.
In my dreams, you'd still be there and I'd fall down on my knees,
and you'd coming running into my arms.
And I would have been everything that you ever wanted, if I could of had my way.
But the winter came along and those northern winds were blowing and I just couldn't stay.
But I'll be back some day.

I will always love you.

But you can bet your life.

I will always love you.

I remember running through the weeds in the summer time trying to make it home.
There were flowers in the fields and the tall grass blowing,
and the blue sky spinning round.

The Highway

Written By: Craig Bancoff


I'm sitting here watching the trucks and cars
on the interstate highway, I wonder where their heading for.

Passed the beat up row homes and the liquor stores,
past the pawn shops, bus stops, cheap hotels and the bars.
I watch them roll, I wonder where they go.

Where's everybody going? Where did they come from?
With a million starts in the sky, I sit here every night alone
on the edge of town, they make a humming sound.

On the highway everybody makes it home.

Yeah I tell myself stories about the good old days
when this town had more than lonely hearts and closed down factories

Back then I had a house down on Staimbridge St.
there were pretty girls everywhere, street parades and families.
Now they're gone. I wonder where they've gone.

And everyday felt like the fourth of July,
but now I sit here by the overpass
dreaming as the cars roll by.
On the edge of town.

On the highway everybody makes it home.

And I know someone has one somewhere.
And I'm counting on you,
cause the highway has so many lights...

I'm sitting here watching the trucks and cars
on the interstate highway, I wonder where their heading for.
On the edge of town, they make a humming sound.

Sleep Sick

Written By: Craig Bancoff

I'd trade forever
to get some sleep.
But everyone around here,
has a sleep disease.

The shadows that pull me around the sun,
They don't fool me, since I've become,
Sleep Sick.

Street signs reflect light,
on the rainy street.
And I'd like to lay down,
but I can't compete.

With the feeling,
that I'm loosing when I close my eyes.
Each time, I forget more,
what I've left behind.

Keep my eyes shut,
so I don't see,

shadows that pull me around the sun,
they won't fool me,
since I've become.

Sleep sick.
Sleep sick.

Somebodies End

Written By: Craig Bancoff


It came to be like a disaster.
On a bad day, like a wrong way.
I fell in love with her reflection,
in a black dress, like a big mess.

I bet she'll be somebodies end.
I bet she'll be somebodies end.
I bet she'll be somebodies
I bet she'll be somebodies then.
I bet she'll be somebodies end.

I catch a smile to hold to someone.
I'm like a bad cold, I'm nowhere's daydream.
And I find it somewhere around the hard way,
like on a ship deck, my loves a car wreck.

I bet she'll be somebodies end.
I bet she'll be somebodies end.
I bet she'll be somebodies
I bet she'll be somebodies then.
I bet she'll be somebodies end.

Ferris Wheel

Written By: Craig Bancoff


Circus came to town, 1985, the ferris wheel went round,
forever passed me by.
The hell with the rumbling wind, never kept her from my mind,
where we both begin, forever passed me by.

Oh my soul, there's not enough time.
Before I get old, and forever passes by.

Oh my soul, I wish I knew why,
I can't let go, if forever passes by.

The circus came to town, 1985, the Ferris wheel went round,
forever passed me by...

Discography

Eden 2010