Martin Walker

Martin Walker

BandFolkAcoustic

sounds like rain --- honest, somber folk-rock for the thinking man and woman. reminiscent of Leonard Cohen, Lou Reed, David Bowie and Will Oldham

Biography

“I don’t like myself much sometimes…” so says Martin Walker, and which of us hasn’t felt that way from time to time? This line strikes up the chorus to an unlikely love song recounting Walker’s reaction to his wife’s post-partum depression. Whereas you or I may tell no one about our self-loathing, Walker unflinchingly turns it into art. “I was afraid that you might do / what a part of me hoped you might do,” Walker confesses, but with such exquisite honesty and melodic beauty that the listener feels this truth as something uplifting and supportive. Walker relieves us of some of our existential load; it’s OK to feel worthless now and then, he tells us.

Walker’s deft melodies and direct, sophisticated lyrics are hallmarks of his songwriting. Always surprising, Walker takes us on journeys that are at once entirely personal and universal. The Death of Socrates, another cut from his new album – nylon – is, on one level, a song about the last few minutes of the philosopher Socrates’ life, right before he drinks down the poison. But it is so much more; while Socrates evidently felt no anguish at the prospect of his death, calling for the poison earlier than the allotted time, “I’m in no rush” Walker wryly reflects “got some things I’d like to do before I’m belly up.” (His interest in things philosophical comes as little surprise when one learns that Walker has published a book of practical philosophy – LIFE! Why We Exist… And What We Must Do to Survive.)

Walker draws from many styles and genres; nylon is cut from coherent sonic cloth but one hears the influences of British and American folk, alternative rock, classical piano and film noir. Born near Liverpool in the North of England, Walker now lives in New York where he plays regularly in the city’s downtown clubs. Musically, whichever way he heads, one knows that it will forge a path in a new direction. In Walker’s words again: “So I moved myself out / left a suitcase / in which neatly I folded / my mortal remains.”

Lyrics

These Are The Gifts

Written By: Martin Walker

I leave my passion to my son
And to my daughter goes the tin can of my heart
And to the students of the college of my youth
I bequest the remnants of my mind

These are the gifts
I have to give
Not mine to keep
As I move on

When we are young we want to rule the world
Put Aristotle on the board
I had a great faith in reason
I had so little faith in love

These are the gifts
I have to give
Not mine to keep
As I move on

Such as it is my wit and wisdom
Divide it equally between my progeny
And to my wife, who shared my life
I leave my memories

These are the gifts
I have to give
Not mine to keep
As I move on

Be still my wife
Cry not a tear
Here is my love
Now hold it dear

The Shame Inside

Written By: Martin Walker

Well I never told you this
That I was scared when you were depressed
I was afraid that you might do
What a part of me hoped you might do

We go alone through the woods of this world
On a path dark and overgrown
And any hand that is ours to hold
We must hold it for all we're worth

Well I don't like myself much sometimes
I've got a lot of shame inside
But I'm a luckier man than I'd like to admit
To have you as my wife

Well I never told you this
That I loved you even at your worst
And the son that you bore through your pain
Is a gift I feel I don't deserve

Well I don't like myself much sometimes
I've got a lot of shame inside
But I'm a luckier man than I'd like to admit
To have you as my wife

All Things Must Pass

Written By: Martin Walker

The Roman Empire has fallen and gone
Once unimaginable for such a dominant one
And the Ottoman Empire fell
And the British Empire has gone to hell...

We've got bums right nextdoor and my job brings me down
My daughter is sad and she doesn't know why
I drink too much and you drink, too
I'm taking a pill now, seems like the right thing to do

All things must pass
All thnigs must pass
It's what we make of things that matters

The American Empire has had a good run
Not the best or the worst of them, but a dangerous one
Got a fool in the White House who thinks he knows god
Got idealist zealots building nuclear bombs

All things must pass
All things must pass
It's what we make of things that matters

The Death of Socrates

Written By: Martin Walker

I've heard that Socrates took his death in stride
Drank the poison from the cup before it was his time

I'm working hard to push it back, I'm in no rush
Got some things I want to do before I'm belly up

Crito was crying as Socrates called in
The jailer with the poison who'd been so kind to him

Of all the mysteries that call upon or thoughts
One stands above the rest and brings me up short
Do we die with our bodies, is that not the end
Or does the soul go on forever, as Socrates told his friends

Crito was crying as Socrates called in
The jailer with the poison who'd been so kind to him
He smiled and he sighed, as poor Crito cried
He reasoned with his friends that his spirit wouldn't end

I've heard that Socrates took his death in stride
Drank the poison from the cup before it was his time

He smiled and he sighed, as poor Crito cried
He reasoned with his friends that his spirit wouldn't end

Discography

Full length album "nylon" released July 2007

"I Never Told You This" (nylon) national airplay on XM Radio's The Loft

"Say Goodbye" (nylon) national airplay on XM Radio's The Loft

"The Death of Socrates" (nylon) streaming airplay on Live365 Cracklin' Radio

"Blouse Roumaine" (nylon) streaming airplay on Live365 Cracklin' Radio

"The Death of Socrates" (nylon) has streaming airplay on Radio JAXN.

"Fools" (nylon) has streaming airplay on Radio JAXN.

Full album available for streaming play on LastFM.

(several other radio stations have requested CDs)

Set List

Typical set list runs about ten to twelve songs, lasting about 50 minutes to an hour:

Fools
We All Are One
I Never Told You This
The Death of Socrates
I'll See You Again (Roy Harper)
Back to You
Say Goodbye
Time I Should Go
These Are the Gifts
All I Want to Do