Emil Simoneau

Emil Simoneau

BandCountrySinger/Songwriter

Garage grass= Country, bluegrass, folk, blues & rock.

Biography

5 buddies hanging out in the garage once a month or so playing what ever somebody bring to the table, be it an old or new original or a cover. we fake most of it and enjoy the hell out of it. We have played a wedding once and oh yea we played a party on the Austin City Limit's stage. Not bad for two gig's.

Lyrics

Hollar back

Written By: Emil Simoneau

I was strolling by the barn today and saw you rolling in the hay with another man and I didn't know what to do,
I called out to you and you said haven't you heard we are through.
I said no I hadn't heard it yet but when I do I'm willing to bet it won't be good news and I won't believe it's true.
And you hollar'd back and I hollar'd back and we hollar'd back until we were through.

I was strolling by the barn today and I saw you rolling in the hay with yet another man and I didn't know what to do, I called out to you and you said haven't you heard me and that other man, we are through
I said no I hadn't heard it yet but when I do I'm willing to bet it won't be good news and I won't believe it's true.
And you hollar'd back and I hollar'd back and we hollar'd back until we were through.

I was in the barn today rolling with you in the hay when I heard a man call out to you
And you hollar'd back and I hollar'd back and he hollar'd back until we were through.

I was strolling by the barn today when I saw you rolling in the hay with another man and I did'nt know what to do.
And you hollar'd back and I hollar'd back and we hollar'd back until we were through.

Irish thigh's

Written By: Emil Simoneau

Her eye's are the color of the meadow in the spring her heart as gold as the sun.
She feels what ever feels incomplete with trust that just rolls off her tongue.

She is no more then the mother you knew and I am no more then her man.
Her strawberry hair and her pale white skin are as soft as her laboring hands.

Her Irish thigh's spread only for me for I am the luckiest man her Irish thigh's spread only for me for I am the luckiest man in the land.

We married on the Shannon when we were teens Sailed off into the sun
First born came later that spring an Irish eyed hansom son.

she is no more then the mother you knew and I am no more then her man
Her strawberry hair and her pale white skin are as soft as her laboring hands.

Her Irish thigh's spread only for me for I am the luckiest man her Irish thigh's spread only for me for I am the luckiest man in the land

Discography

We have been in a studio twice and you can hear some of those songs on myspace.com\southtxbarkingspiders