John Friday

John Friday

 Bonita Springs, Florida, USA
SoloFolkSinger/Songwriter

Trop Rock music; a blend of rock, country, reggae, folk, beach and latin beats, all mixed together and served in a coconut shell! This is the stuff that'll make you dance, make you laugh, make you forget your troubles and feel like you're sitting in the sand with a cold drink and no cares!

Biography

John Friday grew up in Washington, DC, traveled the world, and came back home. Then he turned his car south one day, and ended up in Florida. Armed with a guitar, a wry sense of humor, and a keen eye for life’s absurdities, he carved out a niche as a singer/songwriter.

John’s three albums, Coastal Dreamin’, Tropicalized, and Coastal Cowboy, have vaulted him to the top of the Trop Rock music world. His fourth album, Still In Mexico, was released on November 3, 2015.

His musical achievements include:

- Trop Rock Music Association’s Horizon Award (2013)

- Six TRMA nominations (2010-2013), including Album & Song of the Year (2013)

-Landshark Lager Battle of the Bands (2009), 4th place (out of over 400 bands)

- Dallas Songwriter’s Association Top 10 (2009-2010)

- Great Lakes Songwriting Contest Top 10 (2010-2012)

- American Songwriter Lyric Contest Honorable Mention (2010, 2012)

John is always on the lookout for a great song, and moves effortlessly through multiple genres, including rock, folk, country, reggae, classical, oldies, and pop. His original songs are filled with insight and humor, and he covers great songs from every decade. He tours nationally and has shared the stage with artists such as Doyle Grisham, Nadirah Shakoor, Peter Mayer, Mac Macanally & Will Kimbrough (all members of Jimmy Buffett’s Coral Reefer Band), Jim Morris, John Frinzi, “Sunny Jim” White and Jack Mosley, among many others.


Lyrics

Rita's Going Wild

Written By: John Friday

Well, she packed her bags, and bought herself a ticket ti Miami Beach
Then a puddle-jumper down to the islands, somewhere out of reach
Her cell phone’s in her bag right next to her PDA
But the batteries are somewhere at the bottom of Flamingo Bay.
All her life, she’s been playing by the rules
But it all fell down and she was left there feeling like a fool.
She’s been saying “Someday,” buy someday’s long since passed.
She’s been living way too slow and moving way too fast.

CHORUS:
But little Rita’s going wild tonight
Getting crazy in the pale moonlight
All her troubles have been washed away in the waters of that moonlit bay
See her dancing barefoot in the sand, to the rhythms of a steel drum band
All your life you’ve never seen such a sight as little Rita going wild tonight

In a day or two, she’ll be set on is;and time
Let the sun and the sand and the sea and the stars relax her mind
She knows the folks back home might think that it’s a sin
To see her out here, throwing passion to the wind.

[CHORUS]

A smoky night, a starry sky, and a drink of rum
And then a dance that lasts until the night has passed and the morning’s come
She may lose it all, but it doesn’t matter what gets lost
Because staying the same can come with a much higher cost

[CHORUS]
Yeah, little Rita’s going wild tonight
Getting crazy in the pale moonlight
All her troubles have been washed away, skinny-dipping in that moonlit bay
See her dancing naked in the sand, with a wild and crazy guitar man
All your life you’ve never seen such a sight as little Rita going wild tonight
Yeah, all your life you’ve never seen such a sight as little Rita going wild tonight
Hey all you ladies, lock your men up tight
Cause little Rita’s going wild tonight!

One Day You Don't

Written By: John Friday

Well, you get up every morning just to do it all again
The same old same old same old that you know
You add on to the pile of things you just can't live without
All the stuff you leave behind you when you go
And every day it's just the same thing,
You keep your shoulder to that stone
Til one day you don't
One day you don't

And every time, your good intentions
Interfere with who you are
And all the cons and re-inventions
Won't get you closer to the stars
And every day you have to struggle
With what you will and what you won't
Til one day you don't
One day you don't

It's a miracle every morning
Just to get up and race the sun
Your ambition might keep you running
But someday, every race is done

So ride until the ride is over
'Cause it's over way too soon
And though it's free, it's just a one-song jukebox
So you'd better dance, 'cause it's your only tune
If you think you have forever,
You'll waste the only time you've got
Til one day you don't
One day you don't
One day you don't

Aint Missing A Thing

Written By: John Friday

She packed for a week, but she doesn't think it'll take half that long
Just enough time to pout him behind her and get her heart feeling strong
When it all fell to pieces, so did she
Decided she needed to heal down by the sun and sand and sea

Cause she knows that a heartache don't last long in Mexico
There's just too many parties and too many places to go
So much tequila, dancing and kissing
She never knew what she'd been missing
But she ain't missing a thing down in Mexico

She met a guy from Chicago who told her he knows where all the locals go
A little greasy and sleazy, but she still went, and the danced real slow
He bought her some drinks, figured he'd be getting lucky tonight
She gave him a kiss, and left him blue in the moonlight

But she knows that a heartache don't last long in Cozumel
There's just too many parties and too many stories to tell
So much tequila, dancing and kissing
She never knew what she'd been missing
But she ain't missing a thing down in Cozumel

When she wakes up, she'll blame it on rum or tequila, but she knows why
There's a half-dressed cabana boy making breakfast on her lanai
They did a salsa dance until two
Then the horizontal bop the whole night through

But she knows that a heartache don't last long in Mexico
There's just too many parties and too many places to go
So much tequila, dancing and kissing
She never knew what she'd been missing
But she ain't missing a thing down in Mexico

Yeah, she knows that a heartache don't last long in Cozumel
There's just too many parties and too many stories to tell
So much tequila, dancing and kissing
The boy back home doesn't know what he's missing
But she ain't missing a thing down in Cozumel
No, she ain't missing a thing down in Mexico
No, she ain't missing a thing
(She sure ain't missing that ring!)
She ain't missing a thing down in Mexico

The Voice

Written By: John Friday

Some people say a man should never keep his feelings bottled up inside
When his heart is locked away, they shake their heads and call it foolish pride
But they could never understand just why I keep my sorrow bound and chained
Once a heart is broken, it never fully heals, a scar remains

I have walked along the river with the water froze as solid as my soul
I have scrambled up the mountainside, but slid into the brambles down below
I have nursed a thousand wounds, and bear a thousand scars that show how much I've fallen
Running from my demons, and running toward the voice I heard a-callin'

A voice as sweet as paradise, that made me overcome my disbelief,
Drew me from my comfort, and lured me ever closer to the reef
With a siren's song she blinded me to danger greater than I could have known
I never saw it coming til my heart was shattered on the rocks below

I have walked along the river with the water froze as solid as my soul
I have scrambled up the mountainside, but slid into the brambles down below
I have nursed a thousand wounds, and bear a thousand scars that show how much I've fallen
Running from my demons, and running toward the voice I heard a-callin'

In the morning light I realized I'd been as foolish as a man can be
The voice had seemed so near, but now it called to me from farther out to sea
Is it love or lust or habit? Sometimes it's a little hard to tell
I know she'll be my ruin but I'd follow her right through the gates of Hell

I have walked along the river with the water froze as solid as my soul
I have scrambled up the mountainside, but slid into the brambles down below
I have nursed a thousand wounds, and bear a thousand scars that show how much I've fallen
Running from my demons, and running toward the voice I heard a-callin'

I keep running from my demons, and running toward the voice I hear a-callin'

Boats Without Sails

Written By: John Friday & John Orr

They sit in the harbor
Their masts are all bare
There's no one to steer them
And no one to care
Their hulls are still sound
And their lines are still clean
They should be out running with the wind full a-beam

But they're lying at anchor
No master, no mate
Drifting along on the currents of fate
They've hurdled the reefs, and weathered the gales
But there's nothing so sad as boats without sails

The fair weather sailors
Who motor on by
Just run down the channel
And pass these boats by
A ship in the harbor is safe from the storms
But that's not the purpose a ship is built for

And they're lying at anchor
No master, no mate
Drifting along on the currents of fate
They've hurdled the reefs, and weathered the gales
But there's nothing so sad as boats without sails

[BRIDGE]
If you're going nowhere, it don't matter much where you've been
Your glory's behind you, you can't sail on yesterday's winds

But they're lying at anchor
No master, no mate
Drifting along on the currents of fate
They've hurdled the reefs, and weathered the gales
But there's nothing so sad as boats without sails

Beachfront

Written By: John Friday

You bring the tequila and I’ll bring the limes
We know that’s the way to start the good times
‘Cause we’ve worked hard all week and it’s time to take a stand
And declare our right to party in the sand

All I really want is a little stretch of beachfront
A place where I can taster the salty air
Good times with my friends where the party never ends
Hear the music, feel the magic while we’re there

So let’s walk along the beach, and find someplace out of sight
We’ll soak up sun all day, and then we’ll dance beneath the moonlight
We’ll shed all our troubles (and most of our clothes)
It’s time to get some sand between our toes

All I really want is a little stretch of beachfront
A place where I can taster the salty air
Good times with my friends where the party never ends
Hear the music, feel the magic while we’re there

It’s a crazy barefoot party every time we come
It’s “Rum for all, and ALL FOR RUM!!”
So come on down and join us. You’re sure to have a ball
This beachfront party’s big enough for all

All I really want is a little stretch of beachfront
A place where I can taster the salty air
Good times with my friends where the party never ends
Hear the music, feel the magic while we’re there
Feel the magic, hear the music in the air