Dropping Sully

Dropping Sully

 Catonsville, Maryland, USA
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"It's about the music. Period." That was the first review we ever got, and it's become our mission statement. We focus on the craft of song writing and putting everything we have into our live performances.

Biography

People arent sure where the band name comes from, but Dropping Sullys latest EP, Unvarnished, was hailed by one critic as by far the catchiest, most interesting unsigned live record I ever heard. These four seasoned musicians have been writing original music that can make hips shake and faces melt. Dropping Sully's sound features a funky backbeat, dynamic two guitar interplay and Jerry Garcia-tinged vocals. As a former 98 Rock Noise in the Basement Band of the Month, they have played the big and small stages to critical acclaim.

The principal protagonists are songwriters Andy Hall and Chris Wojtal who pen most of the groups material. With a catalog of over 25 original songs covering the spectrum from ballad to rocker and from singer-songwriter to jam, Dropping Sully captures many of the permutations of rock in their sound. The lyrics range from introspective explorations and social commentary to the sublime and psychedelic.

Their first review said, "It's about the music. Period."  Those words have served as Dropping Sully's mantra ever since.

Having recently released their debut EP Trainwreck and a follow up live EP Unvarnished, the group is currently playing gigs in support of those efforts winning over fans with each show. They are also writing new material in anticipation of a full-length album to be released in winter 2013.

Lyrics

Laudanum

Written By: a. hall

What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be in another city
Chasing me around
And tearing me down

Bring me back my bottle
Bring me back Laudanum
Raise you ghosts and devils
Bring me back Laudanum

All these little Delta queens
Yeah they raise the monster in me
Yeah this whiskey's good
But I got to get back where I belong

Bring me back my bottle
Bring me back Laudanum
Raise you ghosts and devils
Bring me back Laudanum

Tomorrow was a traitor anyways
So lay me low and lay me long
Oh I tarnished my soul
In a poppy den
Lord knows what I need

Bring me back my bottle
Bring me back Laudanum
Raise you ghosts and devils
Bring me back Laudanum

Bring me back Laudanum
Bring me back Laudanum
Bring me back Laudanum
Bring me back Laudanum

Messalina

Written By: a. hall

And Claudius said,
Won’t you please pass the wine?
My wife’s forsaken me.
A freedman’s taken her life.
Messalina,
Know you done me wrong.
Mess around behind my back
Now you leave me no other choice.

Oh Julius, Won’t you please pass the wine?
Oh Julius, She keeps screaming and I don’t know why
And now I’m afraid now, no, no not to die.
I just fear that sooner or later, I must look in a killer’s eyes

You got cold feet
When you lost your direction
She caught the dagger blues
In front of the freedman’s eyes
Put down the libation
Plunge deep the chalice
Hone a blunt edge
To cut deep my depression

Oh Julius, Won’t you please pass the wine?
Oh Julius, She keeps screaming and I don’t know why
And now I’m afraid now, no, no not to die.
I just fear that sooner or later, I must look in a killer’s eyes

Messalina,
Know you done me wrong.
Mess around behind my back
Now you leave me no other choice.

Oh Julius.

Headed Home

Written By: c. wojtal

Been on a two week journey, thirteen days to be exact
Took only what he needed, didn’t plan on lookin’ back
Kicked the tires and grabbed some smokes
Fuel for the road or so I’m told
He took it out for a while, saw some things, made him smile

Made it out to the coast, they said left and he said right
Happened on some times, the evenings felt so bright
But they remind him of what he’s missed
Bros and bohs, it don’t get old
To get him back out on the road, he will return before it ends

Cruisin’ home from all points west
Ready to lay his weary head down
Wants to get his feet back through his door
It’s good to be headed home… to Baltimore

Gone but not too long, so ready to unpack
Seen his fair share, clocked some miles and he’s come back
Bought a bottle while he was away,
Poured one ‘round we enjoyed the bay
Caught up on what he missed, poured one more, caught no fish

Cruisin’ home from all points west
Ready to lay his weary head down
Wants to get his feet back through his door
It’s good to be headed home… to Baltimore

Home of the O’s and Natty Bohs
Baltimore

Ruby

Written By: a. hall

Bakersfield 1979
Wife keeps asking
Why we moving again?
Job market's tight
Boss man lost his head

Oh there's a good man dead
Your brother's on the run
But your playing family man
On-, the lamb

Oh ruby, ruby
We gotta get outta here
Can't stick around
Save your goodbyes for
The next town

Barstow, time to go
On up to Idaho
Little cabin in the woods
Gonna chop that lumber
And grow some kind

Tax man's knocking again
Mister please, uncle sam wants his
Cause the coffer's never full
Till the coffin is
And in the ground

Oh ruby, ruby
We gotta get outta here
Can't stick around
Save your goodbyes for
The next town

Oh ruby, ruby
We gotta get outta here
Can't stick around
Save your goodbyes for
The next town

Amber

Written By: a. hall

There’s emptiness in all things
So I was told long ago
I’m holding nothing
But how does that matter
When it’s all going to hell
Liberated on a Tuesday
Thanks baby for the bail
Sometimes the only way to love
is to let go-----

Amber get it figured out
I’m going to tear you down
Tear you down
Throw it all away
Throw it all away
Throw it all away

Got to let go

Figured out where I went wrong
Standing still fighting to keep writing
Some days the light gets heavy
Wonder why I got up at all
Told you I've been thinking
And you know that’s bad
Throw in the drinking
I know I ain’t no Li Po
But I’ve got to let go

Amber get it figured out
I’m going to tear you down
Tear you down
Throw it all away
Throw it all away
Throw it all away