Sweating Honey

Sweating Honey

 Fairbanks, Alaska, USA
BandAmericanaJam

"A surprisingly original band that twists a spectrum of styles and genres into a high energy moving poetry of sound. Widely described as a breath of fresh air in the stale world of the modern jam-band."

Biography

Sweating Honey is a seven-piece band based out of Fairbanks, where they have maintained a large and dedicated following for nearly ten years. They have over ten thousand albums in circulation, most of which have been sold stage side or out of the band's van.

Their genre-splicing style and stage antics have kept crowds into the thousands lining up to see them in venues and festivals throughout Alaska and the Northwest. They have been reviewed glowingly as everything from a jam band to alt-country, latin, hip-hop, and all genres in between, but their ability to embrace this melting pot of styles is most often referred to as Americana.

Sweating Honey is currently seeking a record label to work alongside with.

Lyrics

Hide and Seek

Written By: Luke Beckel

Here we are, we're the United Nations. We come to kick you up and bully ya round and put ya down.

We put you down, yeah but we pick you up, so put your heads up, shut up. Cause a culture on the skids is a Capitol, a Cash Crop.
That's sixty-billion served on the graves that we made. We watch economy boom, we watch your culture degrade. We trade the last free soul for the sake of liberation, and clean up the stains with Haliburton Corporation. Trade the last free thought for your lazy boy easy chair. Come on now people are we ever gonna care.

We don't play no hide and seek no we don't play no run away.
We don't play no hide and run away.

Our goverment as mysterious as Atlantis, as cunning and ruthless as a female praying mantis. Preying on the common man the simple man who sees Dreams.....Dreams...
Like snipers on the roofs, picking out troops like a farmer picking dinner from a chicken coop. Duck Duck Goose oops well did I slip up with my diction? I meant to call out duck dick George another Nixon. This friction backed by wholesale ammunition comes coated and bloated remoted from us by fiction. The media man planned scams with Uncle Sam unjam words are warfare and slam a poet can. So come on people speak up. No more tongue in cheek no more hide and seek

We don't play no hide and seek no
We don't play no run away.
We don't play no hide and run away.

Crazy Hazy Days

Written By: Luke Beckel

Crazy Hazy Days
Crazy Hazy Days

I can not think clearly
My mind is a page
While ten million acres
A slave to the blaze
A picture of pity,
cold steel take my rage

Where are my suit and my tie?
A nectarine bruised by the sky.
Living so dangerously
Slumbering painlessly
Wandering aimlessly, why?

Crazy Hazy, Lazy Days
can make the modern man cry.

The Fool

Written By: Luke Beckel/ Sweating Honey

My grandfather's hands knew the tear and the toil of the coalmine
My grandmother welded jet fabric
On assembly lines
We're just about as bold
And we're just about as real as
What we're made of
You can water me down,
but I'm still gonna stand here
in abandon

There's holes in the dialogue
for sure
Plots and purposes pending
That keep me wanting more
And it's just enough
It's just enough
To keep me hanging on

Chorus:
Ain't I the one who's addicted to
your stories?
And ain't I the one who's a beggar
at your door?
And ain't I the one who goes pickin' your wildflowers
Tell me, how many roles must you learn, yes
how many roles must you learn
to play the fool?

On a pineapple wind there's a kiss
for every day we couldn't make up
But it's wintertime and columbines
Don't grow from the ashes
Of a break up
I think we're just about as cold
And we're just about as cruel
As what we're made of
You can swallow me down
But I'm still gonna stand here
In abandon

There's holes in this old soul
for sure
The more that I can learn the less
that I can know
But it's just enough, it's just enough
It's just enough to keep me
Hanging on

Chorus
Ain't I the one who's addicted to your stories?
Ain't I the one who's a beggar at
your door?
Ain't I the one who goes picking
your wildflowers?
Tell, me how many roles must you learn, yes, how many roles must you learn to play
the fool?

Grain of Truth

Written By: Luke Beckel

Grain of Truth - Oh now child come and get your food, you know your belly will be hungry when you get to school. I got a grain of truth without a morsel of lie, just silly little stories in your lullabies. Do you remember when we were young how all the stories had meaning and the meanness had none, when there was bread in the music and blood in the wine, I was your friend and you were mine. And now there’s no use pretending things will wind up the same when for your story book end you’ve got the devil to pay, Now there’s blood in your music, and bread in your wine, but I was your friend and you were mine. Something’s gone astray here, there’s insects on the vine. Everything seems duller, we must have crossed that line. But if you want to stay here, leave your tongue, and your nose, and your ears, and your eyes behind. You were mine.

The Fool

Written By: Luke Beckel

My grandfather's hands knew the tear and the toil of the coal mines, and my grandmother welded fighter jet fabric on assembly lines. We’re just about as bold, we’re just about as real as what we’re made of. You can water me down, and I’m still gonna stand here in abandon. There’s holes in the dialogue for sure, plots and purpose pending, that keep us wanting more. And it’s just enough to keep me hanging on. But ain’t I the one who’s addicted to your stories? ain’t I the one who’s the beggar at your door? ain’t I the one who came picking your wild flowers? Tell me how many roles must I learn to play your fool. On a pineapple wind, there’s a kiss for every day we couldn’t make up, but it’s winter time and columbines don’t grow from the ashes of a breakup. And we’re just about as cold, we’re just about as cruel as what we’re made of. You can swallow me down, and I’m still gonna stand here in abandon. There’s holes in this old soul for sure, much more than I can learn, but less than I could know. And it’s just enough to keep me hanging on. Ain’t I the one who’s addicted to your stories? ain’t I the one who’s the beggar at your door? Ain’t I the one who came picking your wild flowers? Tell me, how many roles must I learn, to play your fool.

Living Without Love

Written By: Drew Frick

Lets build ourselves that mountain of dung. Lets build ourselves that summer home, our home in the dung. Listlessly watching the world rush by, and yet I’m hardly moving at all. It’s my seminal pall. Living without love is like breathing without air. Our swords are soiled but our hands are clean, and clutching tight to our conveniences, and these half truths we speak. Living without love is like breathing without air.

Man on the Moon

Written By: Luke Beckel

Early morning moving on, to somewhere else I don’t belong. A crowd is always waiting for a clown. You laugh at me. I laugh at you. We’re climbing the ladder, we’ll paint it blue, but nothing is funny to the tight-rope walking man. All the world’s a circus for the man on the moon. So do your hair and put your makeup on. We’ll make believe we’ll play along, so never mind the secrets up your sleeves. You’ve got your big show. It’s right on time. We’ll laugh at your clouds when your sun don’t shine, cause it’s better than crying, it’s better than dying, it’s better than losing your mind. The caravan keeps rolling on, round the big gig in the sky. We’d all love to stay for eternity, but we’re only. We’re lonely, passing by. All the world’s a circus for the man on the moon.

The Fool

Written By: Luke Beckel

Walking round this town is like sleeping in a bed where a baby used to lie. I can’t afford these feelings seems like every word I speak is another thought that’s died. Wake up with the sound of music, hoping I can get to use it to ease my mind. Creeping through those hollow places like picture albums of smiling faces from days gone by. But I work hard to keep up with the band and my family, and I get tired, just a little to tired to keep my baby happy. Walking round this town seems like every building grows but they all look the same. For every ten I meet it seems another ten people who don’t know my name. Wake up with a hungry child, bills to pay, and nobody left to blame. I’m tired of these compromises, too much time is passing by me to hesitate. But I work hard to keep up with the bills and my sanity, and I get tired, just a little too tired to keep myself company.

Watcha Gonna Do?

Written By: Luke Beckel

Whatcha gonna do when your baby lies, finds another lover takes you by surprise? How you gonna feel when you’re all alone? Find another way to carry on. She’s like water to fire, her faucet’s a flood. You are drowning in sorrow and stuck in the mud. No less than a date with a demon could dry up this rain. But words are only words unless they’re laden with lovers’ disdain. So hold me just like we were still in love. For rules of reason I can not think of. No more sleeping for silence your bed has been made. Falling fast from a fancy for feelings you trade. No less than a train bound for heaven could drive you away. But dreams are only dreams unless they’re here for a permanent stay. So hold me just like we could fall in love, for rules of reason I can not think of. Let me tell you a story ‘bout a woman and man so close to your heart you might just give a damn. First the woman gets impatient then the man gets lazy so much so the memory of your love gets hazy, CRAZY! How can your feel this way just watching the fire slowly burn away. Down down to the fire’s last POP! No flame but the feelings won’t stop. So .Watcha gonna do when your baby lies finds another lover takes you by surprise? How you gonna feel when you’re all alone? Find another way just to carry on.

Maryanne

Written By: Luke Beckel

The doctors, the lawyers, and your children; the papers they hold to your name. Joseph, I do sometimes miss you. The halls and the kitchen are not quite the same. But why did you leave me this way? You left me such sorrow. You left me such pain. Now I can’t feel bitter, but I won’t put roses on your grave. Memories like fingers without feeling. Letters I wish I could write. Your grandson, lord how he loves you, with one thing in common, you both said goodbye. Why did you leave me this way? You left me such sorrow. You left me such pain. Now I can’t feel bitter. But I won’t put roses on you grave.

Discography

"Infinity's Doorstop", Sweating Honey's Debut full length studio LP, released independently.

"When We Were Young" is Sweating Honey's 2009 sophomore release.

"Live at the Sitzmark" is Sweating Honey's only officially released live recording, available in limited quantities.
Songs from these albums are available for download, streaming, or purchase on sweatinghoney.net, myspace.com/sweatinghoney, and CDBaby.com
Various live shows are also available for download and are circulating on the Net

Set List

Usually 3 sets per show, each set consisting of eight to eleven originals with a few covers in between. Each set runs approximately one hour.
Covers range from traditional bluegrass standards to Salt &Peppa's "Push It".
Originals include: Grain of Truth, The Fool, Living without Love, Watcha Gonna Do, This Town, DrewGrass, Ezmerelda, Polyphony, Polly Polly, Thursday, I Got Much Love, Sweating Honey, Summer Thang, Veggie Wrap, Oh Charlie, Hide And Seek, Bris Of A Nation, Mr Sunday Morning, Bayou Baby, Crazy Hazy Days, Some Kind Of Love Song, Do Anything You Wanna Do, Fire Is Hot, Fast Cars, Medicinal Whiskey, Cruel Gray City, Man on the Moon, and many more. Sweating Honey is always making new music - we continue to create as we speak - we just wrote a song called on-line promo pack blues.