Scott Dunbar

Scott Dunbar

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Smashing out a beat with a rusty chain on a dirty old broiler pan and a suitcase kick drum, this one man show can upstage a full band, without a microphone. A busker on the street-corners and markets of Montréal, you’ll hear him blocks before you see him – whether acoustic guitar or accordion, the intensity and emotion of the voice and songs are as authentic as they come: earned and undeniably strong. Call it folk, blues, soul – it’s even sometimes catchy-as-pop — there’s something for everyon

Biography

Since hitting the road hitchhiking three years ago holding a sign reading “A FOLKSINGER’S GOTTA SEE THE COUNTRY,” Dunbar has fast earned a fearsome reputation as a fan favorite at festivals and gigs all over. He himself recorded and produced two full length albums (2008's An Awful Racket, 2009's GET ANGRY ABOUT IT) of which he’s sold into the thousands of copies at gigs and on the street. It’s an ethical AND a family operation – the CD sleeves are handmade from recycled cloth by his mom. Youtube clips of his streetcorner performances, uploaded by passers-by (most notably a cover of Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” and his own “Tinfoil Hat”) have topped over a million hits since they first appeared in spring ’09.
This, his third album – TWO YEARS TO LIVE, an appropriately ambitious 24-track, double CD odyssey was recorded in one week with BC luminary, Corwin Fox. The songs range from the intimate and personal “Tuning Fork” and “My Feathers” to enraged and political (“Ain’t Mama,” “Bullet Fee”) to bitingly ironic (“I’m Dick Cheney”).
From the whimsical sweet romance of a bicycle ride (“Bicycles”) to the somber contemplative depths of “Fine,” Dunbar covers a lot of ground, and deserves a spot in any true chronicle of modern music. This album was designed as Dunbar’s proper big introduction to the world, and it seems he knows a thing or two about making a grand entrance. Just go ahead and try to dismiss it; this songwriter-performer is still just getting started…

Lyrics

Ain't Mama

Written By: Scott Dunbar

Is there a warning sign in the sky overhead?
Well the politicians think we'd rather be bled
Some folks say come 2012 we'll all be dead
Psychologist says that its all in my head
Ain't Mama proud.

The United Nations say that we should be ashamed
But its the banks and the corporations that are keeping on the same
I got my little white headphones plugged into my brain
Telling me that I should be confused
Man that's so lame
Cause me and them we're just the same
But they got me dancing like a pawn in their game
And singing if I only had a brain
And ain't Mama proud
Ain't Mama Proud

They kill our prophets one by one
And I'm talking about with a P-H:
Martin Luther King, JFK and John Lennon
What do you think really happened to them?

They kill our prophets one by one
What do we do?
We go to Cancun and we play in the sun.
That is just what good Romans do
They build us an overpass and we
Drive straight through...

Well the price of oil is rising every week
Order me a double-double I have got to take a leak
Democracy is a fucking joke
We got Pepsi, Sprite and Diet Coke
We're killing off the fish
Killing off the land
Listening to the preacher with the gun in his hand
If you think Obama's here to save the world
You don't understand
9/11 inside job
head out of the sand
Ain't Mama proud...
Ain't Mama proud.

The River

Written By: Scott Dunbar

Libraries burst with books full of statements of people
Never a week or a day go by without another
Printed and perused
So many statements of import
But on the subject of my desire
There ain't nothing of the sort

Who was the first man to say:
"Honey, do not drink the water again." ?
What did he think as he said?
What was going through his head?
I live by a river large as the Mississippi
But careful not to fall in
Everybody knows
its toxic, baby.
When will this tragedy end?
When will we be able to drink the water again?

Precious few houses line the waterfront
We must overlook this bald truth
Running so wide and so brown and so blunt
There ain't no place for this sort of talk in this town
That's not just the smell of money
Its poisonous water, honey

Who was the first one to say:
"Honey, do not drink the water again" ?
What did he think as he said?
What was going through his head?
I live by a river large as the Mississippi
ut careful not to fall in
Everbody knows
its toxic, baby
When will this tragedy end?
When will we be able to drink the water again?

If the shit's good for business
Then that business has gotta end
Cause I do no want a protest
and I do not want
a letter to send

I just wanna know wanna know
I just wanna know when can we drink the water again?
The water again?
The water, the water the water the water, the Fraser.

When will we be able to drink the water again?

Tinfoil Hat

Written By: Scott Dunbar

Gonna tell my eyes not to see no colour
I'll tell my ears not to take no lovers
Keep my head underneath the covers
Keep my eyes on you
I don't need no others

Gonna throw away all my old letters
Gon' sit in the kitchen, gon' trim my feathers
Got a picture of you to replace the sky
If I lose you in a crowd I'll sit down and cry

Dee dee, dee dee dee dee...

Got a tinfiol hat to keep me from dreamin'
Gonna sip my wine and stare at the ceiling
Gon' keep my smiles in the breadbox 'til you get home
N'choke 'em down with water when you leave me all alone

I'm gon' tell my eyes not to see no colours
Gon' tell my ears not to take no lovers
Gon' keep my head underneath the covers
Keep my eyes on you
I don't need no others

Throw away all my old letters
Gon' sit in the kitchen
Gon' trim my feathers
Got a picture of you to replace the sky
If I lose you in a crowd I'll lay down,
I'll lay down
I'll lay down
I'll lay down
And I'll die

Dee dee, dee dee dee dee...

I don't need
I don't need
I don't need
I don't need no others.

Discography

Philosophies of a Moth Vol.1: An Awful Racket
(2008 full length demo)
Philosophies of a Moth Vol. 2: GET ANGRY ABOUT IT
(2009)
Philosophies of a Moth Vol. 3: TWO YEARS TO LIVE (Double Album)
(2010)

Set List

Dance Like a Devil
Tinfoil Hat
Fistfull of Sand
Rocking Chair
Little Angel
Frequency
20 Blocks
The River
Ordinary Man
Don't Look Down
Ain't Mama
Bullet Fee
Amy M
My Feathers
Fine