Peter Quentin

Peter Quentin

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

If you are a fan of Bob Dylan, Neil Young or George Harrison be prepared to be entertained by Peter Quentin and his Neo Folk/Rock Music. With timeless songs, outstanding lyrics and a great voice and style, Peter is an experienced performer with just his guitar, or rocking with his full band,

Biography

I was born In England. My Parents had escaped from Europe in 1939 while many of their immediate family perished and they started a new life in that foreign country….England. They learned about the Royal Family, cricket, fish and chips and how to speak English… 'Ooh. It looks like rain, doesn’t it dearie, but mustn’t grumble.' Stiff upper lip and all that! In my Wellington boots ('Got me Wellies') I enjoyed the rain. I went to ‘Thomas Gray School’ in Slough and learned to play ‘marbles’ and ‘conkers’ in the playground, If anyone had a tennis ball we would scuff up our shoes and clothing playing the greatest game in the world, soccer. I was the eldest of three with a brother and sister.
I grew up. Discovered guitars, skiffle, Lonnie Donegan, girls, driving, Hank Marvin, Buddy Holly and Gus Goodwin. I had to have a 'Futurama' and a 'Vox' Amplifier (see website gallery). First band: 'The Grasshoppers,' with Michel Sable, Geoff Pagett and Brian Belcher…..School halls, dance halls, clubs….. Call me guys!
Came the sixties and we reclaimed The British Empire for The Beatles and Carnaby Street. Jolly good, chaps! Everything seemed set, but wanderlust was creeping in.
With two good friends, I left England in 1970 and ended up in Australia for about 4 years. It was there on the Phillips label I recorded such gems as 'Don’t Drop That Bomb On Australia' in response to the French blowing up the Pacific island of Muraroa with nuclear weapons. No worries mate!
It was also in Sydney where I met Ellen from Wichita and was saved from my ragamuffin ways. I have traveled through many countries, including some that are now verboten. I have seen the Taj Mahal, The Pyramids, Petra, Babylon, Baghdad, Kabul, Bam, Mt. Ararat, Mt. Everest and Batu Feringi Beach. I have witnessed The Ketjak Dance on Bali, been thru' the Khyber Pass, sailed from Jakarta to Singapore on the 'Tampomas' (which later sank) living on fish heads, stayed on a houseboat in Srinigar and been stranded in Kathmandu. I have played chess in Damascus, left Beirut in a hurry, Been to ‘Yad Vashem’, the Wailing Wall, crossed the Allenby Bridge, crossed the infamous salt bed lake in Iran (failed Jimmy Carter hostage rescue attempt) on top of a beat up school bus like Lawrence of Arabia, with only a compass. I have seen Bhorobodur, snorkeled The Great Barrier Reef, played guitar and sang in the Sydney Opera House and played a week at Folk City in New York. I have a guitar made for me by Travis Holley, Buddy Holly's brother.........Filed past Winston Churchill lying in State in Westminster Abbey, been to Anne Frank’s house in Amsterdam,....Saw Jimi Hendrix and Manitas De Plata at the Royal Albert Hall..... Bob Dylan at the Isle of Wight…….
I have three children with the lovely Ellen and we all live in a cottage by the sea in Los Angeles. A fairy tale ending.
Did you say 'Say something about the music?' Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! It’s Folk/Rock

Lyrics

Into The Dawn

Written By: Peter Quentin

Into The Dawn

Come into town, nowhere to stay
And very heavy weather
She was standing in the doorway
All decked up in leather
‘What do you need?’
‘Not very much’, I said
Maybe just a pillow
‘Lean on me’, she said, ‘I’ll be your bed,
I’ll be your weeping willow’

And she held me
Like a newborn
Strong as a lion
Gentle like a fawn
And her love goes on and on
Into the night
Into the dawn

I woke up, she was gone
I hurried the benediction
I combed the streets like a madman
Going out of my mind
No one could point me in her direction
The sun came up and the moon went down
I had nothing riding on it
I lit a candle, knelt to pray
But all that came out was
Shakespeare’s eighteenth sonnet

And she held me
Like a newborn
Strong as a lion
Gentle like a fawn
And her love goes on and on
Into the night
Into the dawn

Copyright 2005 Peter Quentin

Long Lonely journey

Written By: Peter Quentin

LONG LONELY JOURNEY
Words and Music Copyright 2005
Peter Quentin

On that Long Lonely Journey
Don’t take it alone
On that Long Lonely Journey
So far from home
Sometimes it feels like a long way to go
On that LONG LONELY JOURNEY
Take it slow, take it slow

On that Long Lonely Journey
Many wonderful sights to see
On that Long Lonely Journey
You get lost so easily
Playing in the sunshine or plowing through the snow
On that LONG LONELY JOURNEY
Take it slow, take it slow

Though storm clouds may be rolling
Across the heavens tonight
I never doubted that you would be there
Shining your guiding light

On that Long Lonely Journey
Climbing up the hill
On that Long Lonely Journey
Chasing the next thrill
Make a little time, watch the flowers as they grow
On that LONG LONELY JOURNEY
Take it slow, take it slow

Don’t leave what you meant to say unspoken
You can’t undo what you later might regret
A soft touch can heal a broken heart
Some lessons we are still learning yet

On that Long Lonely Journey
I can’t make it without you
On that Long Lonely Journey
Show me what is true
Can you hear that trumpet calling?
Are you ready to go?
On that LONG LONELY JOURNEY
Take it slow, Take it slow

The Unknown Soldier

Written By: Peter Quentin

The Unknown Soldier

The guns have all gone silent
There’s cheering on the hill
The sun is sinking behind the smoke
Into the evening chill
Blood on the sand, it must be mine
What a godforsaken place to die
In a grain of sand I see your face
And my world go marching by

Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m a’ weary
Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m so cold
Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m a’ weary
Lord, Lord, Lord,
Rest my soul

I am the Unknown Soldier
Protecting freedom for you
Sacrificing my very life
It’s what I was trained to do
Go to my wife and family
Explain it to my little boy
Then teach them peace instead of hate
Teach them to love and not destroy

Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m a’ weary
Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m so cold
Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m a’ weary
Lord, Lord, Lord,
Rest my soul

Angels are calling me
Away to my dyin’ bed
Somewhere I see a young man’s kneeling
At the tombstone by my head
His words fall like snowflakes
But if you listen you can hear them roar
Don’t kill no more Unknown Soldiers
In no more senseless war

Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m a’ weary
Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m so cold
Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m a’ weary
Lord, Lord, Lord,
Rest my soul

Stick it in the mailbox

Written By: Peter Quentin

STICK IT IN THE MAILBOX

Don’t tell me your troubles
I got troubles of my own
I got a plumber in the bathroom
Lawyer on the phone
Children needin’ breakfast
Animals to feed
Put it in a letter to me.

Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
Stick it in the mailbox
Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
An’ I’ll get back to you when I can.

My VCR won’t rewind
My TV’s on the fritz
My electric guitar’s unplugged
‘Cause my teenager took the bits
The parts came by mail order
Don’t you know they wouldn’t fit
The plumber said it’ll be three weeks
Before I can take a *.*

Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
Stick it in the mailbox
Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
And I’ll get back to you when I can

My hard drive crashed
Laptop hit the road
Data’s so compressed
It’s ready to explode
Plumber jumped ship
Kitchen overflowed
Think I’m going Postal
From input overload

Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
Stick it in the mailbox
Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
An’ I’ll get back to you when I can.

Every night before I sit down
To watch my MTV
I take the doggy for a walk
With doggy baggies three
Didn’t plan ahead
Should have taken more
Now I got a problem
With doggy Doo Doo Number four

Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
An’ I’ll get back to you when I can

The wife came back
Really looking hot
‘No’ she said ‘ I don’t want to see
How much you’ve got’
‘Can’t you see I’m busy
‘Cutting meat for this stew,
‘But you can use this jar of liver,
‘And if that won’t do’

Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
Stick it in the mailbox
Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
An’ I’ll get back to you when I can

I expect by now
You’d really like to trade one day with me
So you can see for yourself
Why I’m fixating anally
In twenty four hours
You’ll be begging to get out
By then I’ll be, in Tahiti
Where I can’t hear you shout

But you can stick it in the mailbox
Stick it in the mailbox
Why don’t you stick it in the mailbox
An’ I’ll get back to you when I can.

Digital Eyes

Written By: Peter Quentin

DIGITAL EYES
Copyright Peter Quentin

I went out and bought myself a computer
Fax and a modem too!
I plugged it in, turned it on
And spent the next three weeks in my room

Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes

Well it’s better than sex, worse than drugs
Talking to America online
It used to be cool to wear dark sunglasses
Now you gotta have digital eyes

Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes

Computers heal the sick, raise the dead
Make the lame to walk, the blind to see
But I got really scared when I saw a monkey in the jungle
Staring back at me, with…

Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes

Now there’s computers in the planes, computers in the drums
Robots replacing you and me
With nothing left to do, will we become obsolete?
Just a biological curiosity, watched by…….

Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes
Digital eyes

Digital eyes……………….

That's What I Get For Lovin' You

Written By: Peter Quentin

THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR LOVIN’ YOU

Copyright
Peter Quentin

When I collided with you
It was like a bolt out of the blue
What’s a poor boy to do?
My priorities have changed
My plans are rearranged
THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR LOVIN’ YOU

You make me feel like your long lost child
You make me feel like running wild

My up is down
You’ve got me turned around
What’s a poor boy to do?
I’m a lovestruck fool
I’m losin’ my cool
THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR LOVIN’YOU

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

You put a spell on me and I lost control
You possess me body and soul

I’m a wanted man alive or dead
There’s a bounty on my head
What’s a poor boy to do?
I wanna look my best
When you grant my last request
THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR LOVIN’ YOU

Any way you slice it I’m buttered toast
You’re the hostess with the most

Should I be leanin’ left or right?
Should I be colored, black or white?
What’s a poor boy to do?
I’m falling from grace
With a smile on my face
THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR LOVIN’ YOU
THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR LOVIN’ YOU
THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR LOVIN’ YOU

Discography

CD 'SONGMANIA'....
'I Got Hurt' aired on NPR and AM radio Los Angeles
'Roamin' On The High Seas' JPF folk song of the year finalist. 'Digital Eyes' on ET.
CD 'LONG LONELY JOURNEY'.....
'It's Just that you're In Love' aired Texas
'Take My breath Away' aired UK & Holland,
'Road To Idaho' Moozikoo Radio, Wellrounded radio.

Set List

sets 10 mins, 30 mins, 1hour, 2 hours ....
original songs and some favorite folk/rock classics