The Smithstonians

The Smithstonians

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The Smithstonians are a 3-piece gypsy-folk/ragtime band out of Fayetteville, AR. Their impressive energy and musicianship transcends their young ages. The music seems reminiscent of when jazz and folk music first embraced each other, but the lyrics catapult you into a new species of song.

Biography

The Smithstonians are a three-piece gypsy-folk/ragtime band from the Boston Mountains in Fayetteville, AR. They were nominated for Best New Band in 2009 at the Northwest Arkansas Music Awards.

The Smithstonians singer and main songwriter, Morgan Smith along with double bassist, Logan LeMaster, started the alt-country group Truefolk; which was nominated (after only six months of performing) by the 2005 Ozark Music Awards for honors in two categories: Best Folk/Alt-Country and Best New Artist. The group disbanded in early 2007, and in October 2008, Smith and LeMaster regrouped adding multi-instumentalist Jesse Bates to form the current lineup of The Smithstonians. Their melodic style drifts deliberately through bluegrass, jazz, Brittish and American folk. A distinct flavor of folklore and storytelling is evident through their lyrics about life's travels and the people they have met along the way. The Arkansas Traveler referred to their music as a "[celebration of] the rich musical tradition of the region, but they're not afraid to wander where creativity leads them."

The Smithstonians have been honored to play the legendary stage of George's Majestic Lounge in Fayetteville many times. Other venues they have played include The Smoke & Barrel Tavern, Restaurant on the Corner (ROTC), The BoomBoom Room, Squid & Whale Pub in Eureka Springs, and Whitewater Tavern in Little Rock. They performed at the Arkansas Democratic Party presidential rally in 2008 hosted by Ted Danson and Mary Steenburgen. They have opened for large touring acts such as Col. Bruce Hampton, The Codetalkers, Mountain of Venus, and Stoney Larue.

Lyrics

Best Little Lady

Written By: The Smithstonians

Well my best little lady,
She’s driving me crazy.
She wears a long dress
to cover those curves.
When the sun goes down
I can see right through
‘Cause that cotton is thin
She’s as round as the world is blue.

Well if I knew her in a past life
Chances are I was
begging for it day and night
Now I know my lady likes it
less direct;
She likes to tiptoe talk
Right up to the very act.

Even when we fist fight,
She knows she my blue eyed girl
When I get to pickin’
And plucking those strings
My baby she screams oohhhh!

Well my best little lady,
She’s driving me crazy.
She wears a long dress
to cover those curves.
When the sun goes down
I can see right through
‘Cause that cotton is thin
She’s as round as the world is blue.

Morning Train

Written By: The Smithstonians

The morning train is coming
To take me back where I belong.
All of my prayers
Have been answered and more,
And now I’m on my way back home.

You see my luggage
Is far too heavy to carry,
And my shoes are tearing up my feet.
No one wants to run
A race that can’t be won,
So now I’m on my way back home.

The next time I wake up
All will be forgiven.
So tonight I’m gonna
Drink my soul to sleep
I’m a no good ramblin’ man
I’ve been everywhere
But the promised land.
But now I’m on my way
Now I’m on my way,
Now I’m on my way back home.

The railway signs have been
Eyeing me most of my life;
Smokestack highways
Ten miles High.

The morning train is coming
Home to meet me.
It won’t take me
Too long when it does.
All of my prayers
Have been answered and more,
And now I’m on my way back home.

It’s easy enough to take
This life for granted,
And it’s a-hard, hard habit
To break when you’re young.
I can hear that morning train
It’s getting close
It’s howling my name
Saying no amount of money can keep you
From where it is you’re going to.
So kiss your lover goodbye
Kiss your lover goodbye
Yes you can kiss your lover goodbye
Get back home.

Inverleith Terrace

Written By: The Smithstonians

Every night she sings songs
That make her feel
Far younger than she looks.
She spends all her money
On the things she thinks she needs.
So say the fashion magazines
And her mother.

I clip my tie to my throat.
I want to tell a joke,
But I can hardly breathe.
I drive myself 30 miles north.
I pay my dues,
I got to smile the whole way through.

Inverleith Terrace was a dream;
A dream that lasted 21 nights.
And suddenly I see no reason
To be leaving this world so soon.

It’s safe to say for the first time
I don’t feel young
and oh how strange!
My feelings have suddenly changed
I used to wonder why I’m here,
now I’m searching for a reason to stay.

It might be far too early, I’ll admit
But I would like to commit
My last few cents to anyone
Or anything with power to provide
A little sand to the top of my hourglass
Before it runs dry.

Inverleith Terrace was a dream;
A dream that lasted 21 nights.
And suddenly I see no reason
To be leaving this world so soon.

Busy days, sleepless nights
they’ve been the product of
My whole damn life
The collar on my shirt
Says I’m gonna have to work
Until I die.
I’m just a blind man
charting his course
At odds with a natural force
When it comes down to it
I may not agree
But it will happen to you,
It will happen to me.

Inverleith Terrace was a dream;
A dream that lasted 21 nights.
And suddenly I see no reason
To believe in this world so soon.

Discography

Morgan Smith (solo): Piecefulmind

Set List

Chicago
Paranoia
Arms Of Another
Dian
This Side Of Memphis
Cocaine
All I Really Need
Best Little Lady
Sunsets
Young Man's Blues
Story Of The Woman
Morning Train
Inverleith Terrace
Talk Of The Town
24 Hours
Song For Susie
Family Moonshine Rag
Coffee
Long Way Home