HongKongDollar

HongKongDollar

BandRockPop

Rock/soul/pop

Biography

Ben Van Camp - guitarist / musician - and world famous in hometown Ghent, has been composing and recording songs for many years.

Positive feedback from fellow artists convinced him to look for a band in order to create a more happy and mature sound for his rock/soul/pop blend of music.

Early 2006 Matthias Debusschere, Luk Vermeir (DelaVega), Maarten Flamand (Cloon), Micha Vandendriessche (Satelite City, The Slow Club) and Wouter Van Tornhout (Zo is er maar Een, Reborn)started to rehearse some of Ben' s material.

The first result is this demo, giving a good idea of what HongKongDollar stands for. Funky, happy and from time to time crazy music to make you feel good.

Some professional feedback:
"Nice grooves, well-played with the necessary self relativation" David Poltrock (producer) "Very simple songs, but catschy. Top! Tongue in cheeck and funky." Eric Smout (5voor12)

Lyrics

Keep looking

Written By: ben van camp

Now listen to this
All you are he is
All you want he wants
This is the house he haunts
Out there all alone
Tired of being unknown
One million ways to find a better place

Now listen to this
Yours is always his
Steals your glass of brandy
Went to the states with a girl called Wendy
Only one sip of her bottle
Has got to make you waddle
Dancing upside-down in her ballroom, baby

Keep looking, keep looking, keep looking
Keep looking, keep looking, keep looking
Track that trace, come on

Now listen to that
My friends’ body got wet
You’re body stayed dry
Like the wings of a Spanish fly
Shake your fire for liquid
Take your liar or what is it
Dancing upside-down in her ballroom, baby

Keep looking, keep looking, keep looking
Keep looking, keep looking, keep looking
Track that trace, come on

Hangin' out down south

Written By: Ben Van Camp

I remember those days I came around your place
You were always on the run
No one ever told you about the possibility
That your life could be more
Than just a valley of tears

Baby you and me hangin’ out down south
Do that thing you do oh honey livin’ the good life
Maybe there is something rotten in this world
But it sure ain’t here
And it sure ain’t you

You standing in the door looking all sexy
Your ruby red lips saying ‘come and love me’
You happened to me and now I can’t get out
I’m your lovely little slave
Do whatever you want

To me it’s just all the same
I just wanna play your game
In the sun
With the local cat sittin’ in the back
Get the top down
Cruisin’ now
Downtown

To me it’s just all the same
I just wanna play your game
In the sun
Have some fun
Rollin’ on

Backdoor stuff

Written By: Ben Van Camp

Baby
When you come calling in the morning
I don’t believe a word you say
Hey I heard it all
The faith is gone
I ain’t gonna listen no more

Who
Was that man you were with last night
I saw you on the back porch
Hey I seen it all
The faith is gone
Your lies ain’t gonna hurt me no more

My life is bad enough
I don’t need
Your backdoor stuff
Pack your things
Don’t forget your dirty dog
‘cause it’s over now
I’m done with you
I don’t even remember why I took you in, in the first place

Woman
I hear you’re talking about me now
You backstabbin’ bitch you couldn’t leave it alone
I thought I heard it all
Seems I was wrong
But your lies ain’t gonna hurt me no more

My life is bad enough
I don’t need
Your backdoor stuff
Pack your things
Don’t forget your dirty dog
‘cause it’s over now
I’m done with you
I don’t even remember why I took you in, in the first place

Discography

Demo 2006

Set List

TRAIN
PREACHER
DANCE
BACKDOOR STUFF
HANGIN' OUT DOWN SOUTH
A LITTLE SAD
I'M SORRY SHE SAID
KEEP LOOKING
RATS 'N CATS
DIGGIN' A HOLE
CONTEMPLATE