Seymour

Seymour

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Manic Guitar lines backed up by a solid wall of rock, Seymour is a 4 peice group that knows when to pack and pull their punches. With elements of Funk and Garage Grunge, Seymour can easily keep you going with unexpected, musical, gut wrenchingly beautiful/horrorible, goodness.

Biography

Forged in the snow by the mighty rock giants from the heart of Ontario’s northland, these monsters of form and function have been delivered to blow the ears off anyone who is foolhardy enough to lend them.
Black Mountains, Death Valley by Seymour reminds one, both musically and lyrically, of the off kilter stylings of Captain Beefheart and Les Claypool (Not to mention the frenetic riffs bringing back the chaos of Lemmy era Hawkwind and early Motorhead). Half title track Black Mountains is a non-stop punk track, perhaps due in part to Minor Threat, culminating in their most Beefheart-esque break where guitarist/slash vocalist John Forbes grunts “when it comes to pass, how you gunna come, with a bullet in your gun, a black mountain in the sun?”
Other comparisons can be made with the song Freeze, where Seymour sounds more reminiscent of the “Lonesome Crowded West” type of Modest Mouse.
With a stage presence similar to Pavement (including multi-thingist Jason Mcfarlane handling mainly trumpet duties as well as costumes, crowd surfing, lots of singing and dancing as well as the occasional guitar accompaniment) Seymour packs a powerful and unique punch.
Now hailing from Toronto and various rural locations Seymour opted to record with upstart DIY label Out of Sound Records based out of Guelph, Ontario... A user friendly and highly Can-rock collective who have been linked to the likes of Wintersleep, Elevator, Great Lake Swimmers, By Divine Right, Hotkid, Tacoma Hellfarm Tragedy, Shotgun Jimmie, Baby Eagle, Jim Guthrie and a slew of other great Canadian Do-It-Yourselfers. With a uniquely homemade album and a high quality Digital DIY package available exclusively to Zunior.com that comes with a full-size printable poster on the way, Seymour are on the fast track to Independent glory if they do say so themselves

Lyrics

Black Mountains

Written By: John Forbes

Hair Trigger/Dead cowboy
lyin in the sun.
He's not the only one.

So you cry "Black Mountians Crowd the sky, turning day into the night" While they rise.

So check your temperature
and watch it multiply
and think that someday soon you'll die.

So you cry "Black Mountians Crowd the sky, turning day into the night" While they rise.

When it comes to pass, how are you going to come?
With a bullet in your gun, or a black mountain in the sun?

So you cry "Black Mountians Crowd the sky, turning day into the night" While they rise.

Egypts Dead

Written By: John Forbes

With that river gone
I know it won't be long
til' we're all singin' sailin' songs
safe on that mountain
where we belong

so dig your grave straight through
and you'll find that hell is overpopulated too
big pictures come unglued
you make more corpses, you build more tombs

And in the city of the dead each new begining is just another end
so let's all pretend that something good is coming 'round the bend
do what the doctor said
you stop those monkeys jumping on the bed
before they hurt you're head
do you not know why
egypts dead

Old School

Written By: John Forbes

Sit back in your heart attack
you're old school, I can see.
Your train's flyin down the track
not watchin' your speed

get fat, drunk on broken backs
everybody knows that you lie.
Blood stains through your money sacks
your heart stops on a dime

Get free, you're the angry sea
and everybody thinks your the tide
youll see that eventually
the rich men, like the other men, die.

Freeze

Written By: John Forbes

Painted mountains on a dime
that beaten weasle is doin' time
for brinkin blood at high noon tea
you waged a war and you blamed me

and now you're on your back
tired and alone
lyin' in our track
in the snow

silent you watched me
for a moment and for a time
sharp dagger teeth rip into the bone
you waged a war
on your own

and now your on your back
tired and alone
lyin' in our track
in the snow

it's easy to see
you don't care for anyone
you fed that fire on your own
you brought those people to their knees
and now that fire's dead and gone
so you freeze

Isolation

Written By: John Forbes

Inside four walls you're where you want to be
you think you're safe
watching the world pass by on your TV
stuck in one place

And I know there's no one outside
and i know, there's no one left alive

Inside your car travellin' at light speed
these dinosaur bones
will get you quickly from point A to B
if you drive alone

And I know there's no one outside
and i know, there's no one left alive

Lion Down

Written By: John Forbes

I know that the gravity's gone and i think reality gone on for too long.
I said "sing me a song", you sang the right tune but the words were all wrong.
You sang lay lady lay, you flashed a smile, I said "I cannot stay".
Then you gave me the finger, and I walked off anyway.

well i felt like my bones were all broke, so I lied on the floor until somebody spoke.
You said "tell me a joke. you see, I like to laugh, though it looks like you don't".
I said "Lay lady lay", you rolled your eyes and you jsut walked away.
I was down on the ground, I'm still lyin' there today.

And i'd break those bones for perfect health
I'd buy those stories that I know you like to tell
I'd eat that fruit right off the tree
Just to hear bobby sing
Lay lady lay.

LION DOWN

Quest for Fire

Written By: John Forbes

I've seen dead eyes on the sidewalk
For fifty dollars a day
I've seen a city of concrete
turn the darkest shade of grey

and you're still poundin' on those keys while you wait to be processed.

Due time

There's broken bottle on main street
There's parking tickets to pay
There's a city of traffic
all headed the same way

and you're still poundin' on those keys while you wait to be processed

Due time

Call to Arms

Written By: John Forbes

there's a nerve in your backbone
sending chills down your spine
there's a crowd in the street singin' I'm not coming home

There's a flower in the cracks
between power and pain
melted wax where a child died screamin' Im not coming home

to this city of meat
to these factory home
to these fuckin' elite
Call to arms

Im not coming back

Death Valley

Written By: John Forbes

As she lied in the street
she said to me
you're never going to save a wretch like me
and as i looked in her eye, she softly sighed and said "I think you'd better take your ass inside"
and hten she smiled at me, with her yellow teeth and said "I think im going to take a trip to Death Valley".
so if things happen in three's, I hope the second one is me, because I never really liked the city scene. Well alright!

Crawl through the cracks in the street saying "it don't mean anything to me, cuz i just wanna be free" Yeah Right.
Everybody builds their house out of trees, now its getting so hard to breath.

As she lied in the street
she said to me
you're never going to save a wretch like me
and as i looked in her eye, she softly sighed and said "I think you'd better take your ass inside"
and hten she smiled at me, with her yellow teeth and said "I think im going to take a trip to Death Valley".
so if things happen in three's, I hope the second one is me, because I never really liked the city scene. Well alright!

everybody turns their head to the sky, I watch the ground and wonder, why everybody sees a light when they die.
Everybody gets to go when they please and I've got an old goddamned disease.

Discography

Black Mountains, Death Valley - 2008
EP - Go Team!!! - 2007

Set List

typical set list 30 - 45 minutes

Black Mountains
Egypt's Dead
Freeze
Luxury Tax
Lion Down
Isolation
On my way home
West of Here
Quest for Fire
Call to arms
Old School
Death Valley

Covers

The Beatles - A Day in the Life