Lorne Warr

Lorne Warr

 Bowen Island, British Columbia, CAN
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Lorne Warr transposes the traditional music of his Newfoundland youth into velvet baritone vocals. His intricate guitar playing, coupled with his gift of telling stories is what modern folk is all about. He performs as a solo act & with his band The Streels.

Biography

Lorne Warr was born and bred in Lewisporte, Newfoundland, and currently resides on Bowen Island, BC -- from one Rock to another. His intricate guitar playing and velvet baritone vocals-- coupled with his songwriting and gift of telling stories that travel from one side of Canada to the other, is what modern folk is all about

He grew up surrounded by Newfoundland music and folklore -- listening to his Granny's button accordion and his father's stories of ghost ships and pirates. Over the years he has explored many musical genres-- from rock, solo classical guitar & folk music, to obscure, esoteric jazz. It wasn't until a friend, lent him a mandolin and taught him a jig that his musical soul found its way back home--back to the Folk music he had loved as a child. Inspired by traditional music, and influenced by songwriter's like Gordon Lightfoot, Stan Rogers & Richard Thompson, Lorne began writing his own songs & writing arrangements for traditional music that were fresh and energetic.

Lorne has been a professional musician for more than a decade. Playing with his band The Streels he has performed at numerous festivals and venues around western Canada. Lorne wrote the new Bowen Island anthem "Back to the Island Again" and was chosen to perform it at the running of the Olympic Torch. He is active in the Celtic Folk music scene around the Vancouver area and beyond, singing and playing the guitar, banjo, mandolin, harmonica, bodhran and button accordion. His latest CD, Come Down to Paris, is due for release in the spring of 2011.

He continues to write, arrange, perform as a solo and with The Streels and to follow the most important part of the Newfoundland musical tradition -- having fun!

For more on Lorne Warr email lornewarr at gmail.com

Lyrics

Back to the Island Again

Written By: Lorne Warr

Back to the Island Again

I've traveled this highway from sea onto sea
Asked the wise about wisdom and they asked it of me
the one truth that I hold is my soul longs to be
back on the island again

Home, going home
To arms around me and a place of my own
Where the sound of stillness sinks into the bone
Back to the island again

In the dark mystic forest, my footsteps will wind
Along crystal rivers that wash away time
Down to an ocean where waves sing in rhyme
And call back to the island again.

Home, going home
To arms around me and a place of my own
Where the sound of stillness sinks into the bone
Back to the island again

I've watched the sea rise and I've watched the stars fall
I've gazed out in wonder at the beauty of all
But nothing compels like the hearts quiet call
To come back to the island again

Home, going home
To arms around me and a place of my own
Where the sound of stillness sinks into the bone
Back to the island again

I've chased a slow sunset through a prairie of red
Crossed cold crooked mountains where the moon laid it's head
I'll take no more rest till I'm warm in my bed
Back to the island again

Home, going home
To arms around me and a place of my own
Where the sound of stillness sinks into the bone
Back to the island again

East Side, West Side

Written By: Lorne Warr

East Side West Side

The letter arrived a hot day in July
From his brother who lived in the States
He said Frankie close up your house in the cove
Come down where the living is great

Manhattan and Queens are like nothing you've seen
So big that they hardly seems real
And the buildings rise high as the clouds in the sky
And they're looking for men for the steel

Yes, there's work to be done for a back that is strong
And a heart that beats without fear
And up there on the beam, its like living a dream
And you step like you're walking on air

So Frankie take Bessie and Billy too
Get the steamer and make a new start
Cause the boys from Twillingate Island are here
And we're dancin the Streets of New York

Singing East side west side all around the town
East side west side
Where their feet don't touch the ground

So Frankie and Bessie and Billy too
Stepped out on that long Brooklyn pier
And boys from the Island, all gathered around them
And they laughed like they hadn't a care

They taught him about rails, and rivets and nails
And how to walk like a cat on a beam
And he watched from his mountain as the city grew round him
And they built the American dream

Singing East side west side all around the town
East side west side
Where their feet don't touch the ground

Bessie made them a home in a building of stone
With 2 baths and a broad Brooklyn view
After Sunday dinner the boys would all gather
And they'd talk about Newfoundland news

When fall came along his daughter was born
And the first time he held her he cried
And the boys raised a glass to all that had passed
And all that was coming besides.

They sang east side west side all around the town
East side west side
Where their feet don't touch the ground

He fell like a sparrow on a cold winter day
An angel whose wings had been broken
And the boys from the Island, all gathered around him
And barely a word was spoken

Then Bessie and Billy and Marion too
They put on a steamer back home
And Bessie went back to her house in the cove
To raise up her children alone

Some of the boys stayed, some went back home
And some went off to the war
And time slipped along until they were gone
Like the countless who been there before

But their children had dreams
And their children too
Of a life that was lived without care
Where their footsteps were light as an angel in flight
And they walked like they were floating on air.

Singing east side west side all around the town
East side west side
Where their feet don't touch the ground

East side west side all around the town
East side west side
Who knows where they'll come down

Come Down to Paris

Written By: Lorne Warr

Come down to Paris
Where romance flows like wine
The girls are pretty here,but not like you
The music breaks your heart
Beneath a Van Gogh moon
As you watch lovers stroll along the river Seine
Come down to Paris and I'll never leave again.

Come down to Amsterdam
Where the flowers are in bloom
The girls are pretty here, but not like you
There is a small cafe
Beside the Leliegracht
I sit and watch the boats go by and think of you
Come down to Amsterdam, that's all you need to do.

Watch a winking sun go down
On a another street, in another town
The world beguiles me like a song
But the nights go on and on

Come down to London
For summer on the Strand
The girls are pretty here, but not like you
Fish and chips at the Golden Hind
And a pint at Bonaparte's
We'll sit beside Queen Bessie's palace and drink tea
Come down to London, that is where you need to be

Come down to New York City
Where music plays all night
The girls are pretty here, but not like you
I play my new guitar
With the boys on Clinton street
I walk down Broadway like I'm Brando in a play
Come down to New York and we'll dance the night away

Watch the winking sun go down
On another street in another town
The world beguiles me like a song
But the nights are all alone

Come down to Paris
Where romance flows like wine
The girls are pretty here, but not like you
And the music will break your heart
Beneath a Van Gogh moon
And we'll be lovers strolling along the river Seine
Come down to Paris and I'll never leave again.
Come down to Paris, I swear-- I'll never leave again.

Discography

Come Down to Paris due for release in the Spring of 2011

A Night on the Marge
released by Lorne Warr's band "The Streels" 2003

Set List

Come Down to Paris
Back to the Island Again
Fogarty's Cove
The Lullaby
East Side, West Side
The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald
Nellie W
Ghost on the Ocean
The Jolly Roger
The Wind
Edge of the Ocean
The Cowboy Song (into the sun)
Joy
Perplexed Prophet Blues
From the Heart
Santiano
The Cremation of Sam Magee
Wild Mountain Thyme