manchester

manchester

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

BritFolk/Indie Seattle, WA

Biography

Manchester is a Seattle-based band that evolved on a dark night in the year 2005. They include two fine chaps who have done well at retaining their mothers Scandinavian heritage. Their music is a curious blend of Britishrock/folkindie, and their latest CD, "Chipper Acts of Chivalry" has been shared with the fine civilians of the Pacific Northwest and indigenous islands bordering Norway. The band is currently touring the Pacific Northwest, recieving standing ovations after nearly every show. The excitement Manchester brings to a show is built around these two chaps (who closely face each other and shake in cockney British sort of way), and two other auxilary percussionists who enhance the manchester excitement while playing various instruments. The predominant instruments are piano and guitar, mixed with harmonica, accordion, banjo, baby cymbals, and whistling. "Frankly, this band could go straight to the Letterman show, and perform admirably."

~Dale Strom- Co-founder, RAWK the Inland Northwest Spokane, WA

Lyrics

12th Street

Written By: Jonathan Pasma, Cory Siebe

He found work right over on 12th street, beside the windmill.
It was temporary, talent-ordinary, okay.
Throw a dollar right over in the felt case, although it's not great.
He plays adamantly, people could care less anyways.

(chorus)
Two weeks and the box still stands in the doorway.
The post-man is wondering if he's okay.
It's not that he's sad it's just that he's played a sad song, too long.
He can't escape 12th street.

Bought a clarinet right over from miss Jenkins, she was darling.
It was finely polished- her husband left it bless his soul.
Music replaced work and hopes of steady progress, perhaps a family.
He's got nothing left but a spot etched out aside the street.

Two weeks and the box still stands in the doorway.
The post-man is wondering if he's okay.
It's not that he's sad it's just that he's played a sad song, too long.
He can't escape 12th street.

He's never gonna make-it.... (repeat)

(Chorus)

9 Months, 3 Days

Written By: Jonathan Pasma, Cory Siebe

9 months, 3 days I've been in this piss, and the walls that keep me here are my constant view.
And the walls that keep me here are my constant view.
And when it rains these chains they bind me here. Here I'm binded for almost a year. I say, "here I'm binded for almost a year.

(shouting) Let me out. Let me out.

The noble-man's horse I admit I stole, but if I hadn't been caught I'd have stolen more.
If I hadn't been caught I'd have stolen more.

And when they took me in, said, "why'd you still".
I said, "he's got everything and I havn't a meal".
I said, "he's got everything and I havn't a meal".

(chorus)
Sir above have I done anything wrong.
I have a son and a mother who is dying.
Hear me sir I can't help them.
I'm stuck in hear, locked up my friend.
And soon I will be dead.

When it turns out I get out of this mess I'm in, I'll be set for life cause I buried a few quid.
I'll be set for life cause I buried a few quid.

It's not looking good, it's not looking great, cause the executioner has got my head on the slate.
Yeah the executioner has got my head on the slate.

(chorus)
Sir above have I done anything wrong.
I have a son and a mother who is dying.
Hear me sir I can't help them.
I'm stuck in hear, locked up my friend.
And soon I will be dead.

9 months, 3 days I've been in this piss, and the walls that keep me here are my constant view.
And the walls that keep me here are my constant view.

Cobbled Sidewalks

Written By: Manchester

Wagons rolling in, the crowds are thick with smiles
There's people that are pushing, with rude remarks
Shop keepers spin the wheel, and barter with the fickle
So on with holidays and plentiful places

Mate come along don't drag!
Do you think my horse will win?
Let's get there early to beat the crowd!

Cobbled sidewalks- put me in the mood to breathe, excuse me
Rusty Signposts- point me where I need to be, pardon me

Kick the table in, Miss Jenkins looking lovely
The men are looking by, to catch a glimpse
Scarfs trickle down the necks, the style mixed with sweat so
On to starry nights, and galleries

The baker's out of flour, there's barely room for dancing,
Newspapers they are dragging, beneath the feet
Atop chimneys there is stirring, the air it is alive
The old man twists his pipe and kindly tips his hat

Discography

"Chipper Acts of Chivalry" (Copyright 2006)

Set List

Set can range from 30-90 minutes.