Dagger or a Dram

Dagger or a Dram

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Rock and Roll in the spirit of The Faces, The Band, and Neil Young. The music itself is influenced by "classic rock", dub reggae mixing techniques, and producers like Daniel Lanois and Brian Eno.A great new band coming out of an ever-evolving Boston Music Scene.

Biography

Tommy McKnight and James Chiarelli formed Dagger or a Dram to fulfill their constant thirst for two things: Rock and whisky. Both are easily accessible and should be enjoyed responsibly, or irresponsibly. Tommy and James, both formerly of the band PCR, began playing together in the Fall of 2002. Shortly after, they began writing and recording with childhood friends Jesse Norris and Drew Finch. Since then they have recorded three cds, including the album 9, and played almost 200 shows in the Boston area and throughout New England. In the summer of 2007, they began recording with Chris Phillips on keyboard and will be joined by both Chris and Arthur Chaillou, an additional guitarist, for live shows. Later that fall Dagger's first album, 9, was released and is now available through www.cdbaby.com and iTunes. The record's drums were tracked in August of 2007, at Studio Noir in West Bridgewater. Over dubs were recorded at Post Colonial Records, and the finished product was mixed at Blue Jay Studios and mastered at MWorks in Cambridge, MA. With the release of 9 in the winter of 2007, Dagger finally made it to the stage on April 25th at Copperfields in Boston. Since then, the band has played to enthusiastic audeiences at various clubs throughout the city, including a sold out show at the Hard Rock Cafe. In addition they have taken to the stage at some of Boston's best clubs, including Bill's Bar, Olivers, and Church. With the Dagger line up in full force, they move in 2009 with a new album in sights and an ever-growing fan base behind them.

Lyrics

Script

Written By: Tommy McKnight

with your dreams run amuck
your shit out of luck
and failure's the name of the game
just a dime for a song
i knew before long
you'd come back to haunt me again
now i'm gone, but the script is the same
spoon-fed and vile
pampered in style
your rigid mind fails once again
when you're out of your brain
it's nothing but complaints
everything has to be right
now i'm gone, but the script is the same
i left heart-broken, with mind impaired
no fuss, no clatter, and nothing to say
with october's grip outside to remind
of what i found
you'll soon realize when the well has run dry
you're nothing without a name
tell me I'm wrong
now I recall
that's the way it's always been
i'm all alone, but i'm better off now
with fists up I fight my way
back through the crowd

Stoned, Drunk, and Dead

Written By: James Chiarelli

Grandma wore a carnation, she couldn’t wear yesterday
Grandma told me a story, she won’t remember in a day
Grandad was a mistreater, a low down deceiver
Spent his days in bed, and his nights drinking instead.
And you know what, he would wound up
Stoned, Drunk and Dead
She saved Sundays blues for Monday, but Monday came and went
Mondays are for working, and the blues don’t pay the rent
Tuesday waits for Wednesday, and for it to pour down
Wednesday she's got nothing, but hope dragged her cross town
And you know what, she would wound up
Stoned, Drunk and Dead
Bar maids and bar stools, they all knew him well
Yeah they surely loved him, and now he’s in hell
A laugh and a drink all around, a drunk with a gold heart
Fancied himself a family man, but never played the part
And you know what, he would wound up
Stoned, Drunk and Dead
And you know what, he would wound up
Stoned, Drunk and Dead

Streets

Written By: Tommy McKnight

fighting it out in the streets of boston
wonder if i’ll ever get to see you again
born on an island 5,000 miles away
now i’m wonderin’ if you should have stayed
watching everybody walking by in vain
or scrounging the route of an orange line train
a daily reminder you’re pinned down ‘till the grave
when your living amongst the american brave
did you go and leave your best bet
did you go, did you hear your calling
will you crawl home when the streets have bled
you have it easy in a number of ways
never have to pay your rent
once in a while it hits you so hard
street life is always the same
did you go and leave your best bet
did you go and leave your calling
will you crawl home when the streets have bled
no, you’ll never see me crawl
you’ll never see me crawl

Cross the Line

Written By: Tommy McKnight

I've got this thorn in my side
I can't shake it no matter how I try
now and then it makes me writhe
keeps me up night
I may scream and shout, but don't try to pull it out

Fed up on my mixed emotions
A third party stalls my motion
If she gets too close I know what'll happen next
Don't get too close or I know what'll happen next
I'm gonna cross the line
I'm gonna cross the line

A chipped tooth companion of mine
knows more about me than i
Left the city strife
Sound as a pound for life
he warns me of my past
that all of this won't last
That sometimes I lose control
and if you get too close, I know what'll happen next

I've gone across the line
I've gone across the line
I've gone across the line
I've gone across the line

Discography

9
Live from the Basement