Marty Lowman

Marty Lowman

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Reviewers describe Marty's music as "Leonard Cohen meets Pink Floyd." It's a unique blend of folk and rock that appeals to a wide age range.

Biography

Dancing With Father Time is a new independent release from Essex County, Ontario, singer-songwriter Marty Lowman. The album was released August 22, 2010.

The album crosses several guitar driven musical genres and includes several themes. Time is one of the obvious themes and Lowman reflects on the passage of time in the title track and “My Sixties” as he reminisces about the Sixties with a tongue-in-cheek look at what his future might hold. He explores the sentimental aspects of a relationship the country/folk style in “Let’s Go Back In Time,” and then switches to a social justice theme in “My Neighbours,” “Asking Too Much?” and drives the social justice message with hard-driving rock in “See the Children Marching.” “Trust the Guide” and “Let it Flow” explore the philosophical and spiritual aspects of life’s journey.
Lowman’s lyrics are powerful and punchy, reminiscent of Leonard Cohen, Dylan and Kristofferson. There are many layers in the lyrics so freshness remains after repeated listens, with a new element emerging with each play. Musically, you can hear the influences of David Gilmour, Mark Knopfler in the guitar tracks and Leonard Cohen in the vocals.

Dancing With Father Time was released digitally on iTunes and Amazon.com in December, 2009. It has also had over seventy thousand plays worldwide on the internet radio station Jango.com. Here are a few comments from fans:

“One of the best songs I've heard in a long time. Really nice to hear some lyrics written by someone with a few years under his belt. The guitar(s) on this song are stunning! It's like listening to a folk singer backed up by 70's Floyd. A brilliant piece of music. A must listen. A must own.......” Ilana R. New York City.

“ People -- this guy has style. He is real and in this biz that is more rare than common. Marty -- some of us really get it so don't stop. ” Thomas C., London, Ontario.

“ Like Dire Straits and Serge Gainsbourg had a baby. ” Wes B., Chicago, IL

“This CDs a revelation. Why haven’t I heard of this man before?” Vajra S. Bangalore, India.

“A gem of an album: Dylanesque Pink Floyd with a touch of Cohen. A must listen, must buy.” D.R.B, Manchester, UK

“ Great stuff! An unsung pro! ” Mark V. Coco Beach, FL.

Lyrics

Shadow Dancer

Written By: Marty Lowman

Shadow Dancer
©Words and Music by Marty Lowman
2007


Standing on the quarter deck looking back to where I'm from
I see the shadow dancers and hear the sound of drums
I turn and face the other way and it echoes soft and sweet
The cadence is strong and stable but it moves to a different beat

Chorus
Shadows dance behind me all along the quay
Tell me, do they bid farewell, or do they beckon me
Shadows dance behind me all along the quay
Sometimes I remember, most times I feel free

Time spins in circles it marches round and round
The cycles are compressed as it spirals down
The shadows are behind so light is to the bow
So I set my sail, let the winds prevail, take me where they allow

Chorus
Shadows dance behind me all along the quay
Tell me, do they bid farewell, or do they beckon me
Shadows dance behind me all along the quay
Sometimes I remember, most times I feel free

My searchlight cuts the darkness but I only see so far
The fog horn sounds it warning as I move towards the star
The journey is the main thing not the journey's end
You may get there before I do - time's has become friend

Chorus
Shadows dance behind me all along the quay
Tell me, do they bid farewell, or do they beckon me
Shadows dance behind me all along the quay
Sometimes I remember, most times I feel free

Twenty Dollars

Written By: Marty Lowman

Twenty Dollars

©Words and Music by Marty Lowman
2007

It was only twenty dollars the stranger won that day
But he handed it to me, and said, “I noticed you didn’t play”
At that time I was living in my car – just me and my old guitar
Twenty dollars, well it don’t seem much, but that twenty really took me far
He didn’t know my secrets about what I could afford
His act of kindness may not have brought a quick reward
But the bread that is cast and carried from you someday will return
He said, “It’s only twenty dollars, one day it’s your turn.”

Several years passed before the homeless man approached while I was waiting for a taxi ride
He was unshaven, unwashed, and shouting anguish with his eye
“Can you spare some change” he asked with desperation in his voice
I reached deep into my pocket, once you’ve received you’ve got no choice
You say he'll buy a bottle, or score a bag of smoke
You may be right, but maybe twenty dollars will buy a glimpse of hope
Because the bread that’s cast and carried from you someday will return
It’s only twenty dollars, and this time it’s my turn.

So come walk with me through the darker parts of town
See the tarp and cardboard shelters of those whose lives have broken down
They struggle through the biting frost and the sweltering concrete heat
And just a block away live the nouveau riche, they park their beemers in the street
The beggar may be one of those whose inner voice with torment cries
It could just be he’s an angel visiting in disguise
Because the bread that’s cast and carried from you someday will return
It’s only twenty dollars, and one day it’s your turn

Asking Too Much

Written By: Marty Lowman

Asking Too Much
©Words & Music by Marty Lowman
2008

A voice cuts through the grey mist morn and fills my soul with chills
Another son is lost a mother's heart is torn somewhere in the hills
The sun will rise amidst the cries as the cycle spins again
The moon will set between the thighs of the land that ruled by men
When will we ever learn that peace cannot begin
While we refuse to curb the war that lies within
The war that lies within

She shakes with sobs, no tears can flow on skin like sun-baked mud
She dies of thirst, her hopes have burst, the parched land drink her blood
The whole world groans and loud the moans from the iron fist that rules
The White House is casual, business as usual, kids pledge allegiance while in school
When will we ever learn that peace cannot begin
While we refuse to curb the greed that lies within
The greed that lies within

Mother Nature writhes and the cars they drive with a chokehold on the sky
The sun burns hot in a northern spot and what was polar ice flows by
The fuel still burns and the wheels still turn and gain momentum day by day
Kyoto dreams and the green man's schemes have just fallen by the way
When will we ever learn that peace cannot begin
While we refuse to curb the greed that lies within
Am I asking too much of mankind?
Am I asking too much of my kind?
My kind

I Can Keep You Warm

Written By: Marty Lowman

I Can Keep You Warm

© Marty Lowman 2008

When you need a shoulder to cry on
When you find that life lets you down
On those day when you don’t feel like trying
You can call on me, I won’t let you drown

Chorus

Let me be the rock that you cling to
Let me be your shelter in the storm
I can be the pillar of strength that you need
In the cold of night, I can keep you warm

When skies turn grey unexpected
And the cold winds of doubt begin to blow
Don’t ever feel like your neglected
You can call on be when you’re feeling low

Chorus
Let me be the rock that you cling to
Let me be your shelter in the storm
I can be the pillar of strength that you need
In the cold of night, I can keep you warm

Bridge
The road will turn sometimes and take you by surprise
Just hold my hand and look into my eyes

Chorus
Let me be the rock that you cling to
Let me be your shelter in the storm
I can be the pillar of strength that you need
In the cold of night, I can keep you warm

My Sixties

Written By: Marty Lowman

My Sixties ©Words and Music by Marty Lowman 2009

The sixties started for me when I first heard the Beatles play
Then the Brits invaded and the kids migrated to Woodstock and Monterey
Dylan sang about changing times, the Byrds sang Turn, Turn Turn,
While the Doors played Light My Fire, we watched that old world burn
We watched that old world burn

Leary told us to tune in drop out experience what was meant to be
We had sit ins and love ins and in the flowered vans love was free
We didn't trust the man, we did our own thing, and lived life without care
Women stopped wearning bras, and the guys grew out their hair

Just last week I turned fifty-nine, damn sixty aint far away
I don't feel it, but I believe it when the mirror shows all this grey
And I really can't say where the years have gone but I'm not really feeling sad
Cause if it's like they say and history repeats, then the sixties won't be so bad
The sixties won’t be so bad

Chorus
If my sixties are like the sixties
It's gonna be a lot of fun
I'll get to take some time and do some things
I've always wanted to get done
And if my investments turn out OK
I'll retire somewhere in the sun
If my sixties are like the sixties
It's gonna be a lot of fun

I probably won't buy a VW van and paint some flowers on the side
But I might just get a Harley and get some Easy Rider Vibe
Have the Classic Rock on the radio and even though I'm not in my prime
And I won't need to punch a clock, I won't have to work, hell it'll be like going back in time

Bridge
Oh there might be some aches and pains and a few things that don't work quite like they used to
But I'm not worried about that, cause there's a pill for that
And I'll get by with a little help from my friends
Might even get high with a little help from my friends

Chorus
If my sixties are like the sixties
It's gonna be a lot of fun
I'll get to take some time and do some things
I've always wanted to get done
And if my investments turn out OK
I'll retire somewhere in the sun
If my sixties are like the sixties
It's gonna be a lot of fun

Twenty Dollars

Written By: Marty Lowman

Twenty Dollars

©Words and Music by Marty Lowman
2007

It was only twenty dollars the stranger won in the game that day
But he handed it to me, and said, “I noticed you didn’t play”
At that time I was living in my car – just me and my old guitar
Twenty dollars, well it don’t seem much, but that twenty really took me far
He didn’t know my secrets or what I could afford
His act of kindness may not have brought a quick reward
But the bread that is cast and carried from you someday will return
He said, “It’s only twenty dollars, one day it’s your turn.”

Several years passed before the homeless man approached while I was waiting for a taxi ride
He was unwashed, unshaven, and shouting anguish with his eye
“Can you spare some change?” he asked with desperation in his voice
I reached deep into my pocket, once you’ve received you’ve got no choice
You say he'll buy a bottle, or score a bag of smoke
You may be right, but maybe twenty dollars will buy a glimpse of hope
Because the bread that’s cast and carried from you someday will return
It’s only twenty dollars, and this time it’s my turn.

So come take walk with me through the darker parts of town
See the tarp and cardboard shelters of those whose lives have broken down
They struggle through the biting frost and the sweltering concrete heat
And just a couple block away live the nouveau riche, they park their beemers in the street
My beggar may be one of those whose inner voice with torment cries
It could just be he’s an angel visiting in disguise
Because the bread that’s cast and carried from you someday will return
It’s only twenty dollars, and one day it’s your turn

Discography

Dancing With Father Time - Rockin'Frog Music - 2009

Two Sides to the Coin - Rockin' Frog Music - set for release in November 2010.

http://www.jango.com/music/marty+lowman

Set List

I Still Wanna Rock
Call a Spade
Excuses
Cowgirl on Coffee
My Sixties
Trust the Guide
Dancing With Father Time
Let's Go Back in Time
My Neighbours
Asking Too Much

Sets are typically 45 minutes and can be from one to 3 sets. All songs are original.