The Ditchflowers

The Ditchflowers

BandAlternativeAdult Contemporary

The Ditchflowers fuse power pop punch with art-pop melodic sophistication. Award-winning songwriting and riveting musicianship combine to captivate audiences and critics alike.

Biography

Although The Ditchflowers’ main songsmith, Ed Woltil, recently earned the distinction of being a Top Four Finalist in the Folk category of the 2006 John Lennon Songwriting Competition, the band’s new CD, Carried Away, spills beyond folk into powerpop, roots-pop and artful singer-songwriter mini-epics—all adding up to make it a sonic Whitman’s Sampler of tuneful confections. Early response to the new disc is strong: in a four-star review, Creative Loafing calls it “exquisite…sweet, timeless pop” going on to recommend that “fans of melodic guitar-pop in the mold of such benchmarks as The Beatles, Kinks, Bowie, Todd Rundgren, XTC et al should make an immediate and concerted effort to obtain…this album.” NotLame.com has gone so far as to single out Carried Away as “one of the best releases you’ll hear in 2007.”
Led by Woltil and partner Brian Merrill, the Tampa-based Ditchflowers combine melodic sophistication with a power pop punch to showcase rare emotional and stylistic versatility. Former frontman of Big Deal recording artists Barely Pink, Merrill fuses craft and showmanship with thick, chewy, pop-rock goodness. Tough yet tuneful, The Pink were the go-to band for high-profile opening slots for the likes of Cheap Trick and The Smithereens. Merrill’s music has been featured in broadcasts by such diverse outlets as the XGames on ESPN, the Disney Channel and the Tokyo Broadcasting System.
On his end, award-winning songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Woltil channels inspired melodicism and riveting musicianship. Whether leading Tampa Bay power pop savants, Mad For Electra, or playing rhythm guitar with Florida’s legendary Headlights (Roger McGuinn’s one-time backing band), Woltil has charmed audiences and critics alike. Solo or with MFE, Woltil has opened shows for Richard Thompson, Marshall Crenshaw, Alex Chilton, Chris Isaak and Procol Harum. He has also appeared as a guest performer/co-instructor for the National Guitar Summer Workshop.
Pop Carried Away in and hear for yourself. Try “Home Away From Home” (Track 2), a mood-shifting funhouse of tuneful hooks and existential angst; “Boys” (Track 8), a sweetly elegaic, McCartney-esque ode to the joys and trials of a lifelong friendship; “My Next Life” (Track 1), the album’s “exquisite jangle-pop opener” (Creative Loafing); or bask in the sweeping cinematic glow of “Spend My Life” (Track 12). Wherever you ‘drop the needle,’ on the new Ditchflowers CD, you’ll find yourself ‘carried away.’

Lyrics

Boys

Written By: Ed Woltil

I'll never breathe easy again
no one to answer to, free as the wind
close my eyes & count up to ten
then ready or not, here I come

Up with the dawn & out the door
hit the ground running to see what's in store
dig up some fun & then dig some more
'til sinking sun sends us back home

but I will run with you forever
if I have my choice
In our hearts, you & me
we will always be boys

Barefoot brigade with bloody nose
swing from a vine and we drink from a hose
just where we've been, well, nobody knows
lost episodes we'll never tell

I will run with you forever
if I have my choice
In our hearts, you & me
we will always be boys

Swimming in the storm
running with the pack
breathless through the orange grove
dragging contraband in a sleeping bag

I guess we're old & it's a drag
out in the cold & left holding the bag
while our kids run round playing tag
screaming so free out on the lawn

but I will run with you forever
if I have my choice
In our hearts, you & me
we will always be boys

Spend My Life

Written By: Ed Woltil

Staring down an endless Kansas afternoon
I know that it’s too soon to call you
I know that I just saw you
but I was wonderin’ if you felt the same way, too,
like nothing else we could do
could ever see us halfway through
so true, ooh,

I could spend my life right here
(I know, I know, I know it’s not practical)
summer in my heart all year
(I feel, I feel, I feel it’s rainin’ sunshine)

Walkin’ down the street or driving in my car
I wonder where you are and whether
we could be together
if we sold everything and bought two tickets to
the next balloon to the moon
and if we find ourselves marooned
we’ll unpack our bags and then we’ll plant our flag and say

I could spend my life right here
(I know, I know, I know it’s not practical)
summer in my heart all year
(I feel, I feel, I feel it’s rainin’ sunshine)

Home Away From Home

Written By: Ed Woltil

HOME AWAY FROM HOME
©2006 by Ed Woltil

Come in, brother, where’ve you been, we missed you.
Sit down, we’ll pour another round and toast to
the ghost behind your eyes.
Don’t dream in color and don’t speak in rhyme
Rewind the whispers in your mind back home
away from home
a home away from home

Black sheep you’re walking in your sleepy spiral.
Tailspin, the sin you’re in is purely viral,
it spreads from me to you.
I guess we’re human and beside ourselves
with grief and desperate belief in
home away from home
a home away from home

You searched for your soul mirror
but all you found
is this glass of everlasting shadows
home away from home
a home away from home
home away from home
a home away from home

Hearts Caved In

Written By: Ed Woltil

Hearts Caved In
©2006 by Brian Merrill and Ed Woltil

Your soft lips…rock 'n' roll road trips.
Feelin' half our age, walkin' the ledge, y'know we never slipped.
Bent the truth, crammed into a photo booth.
Workin' our faces, made out in places no one ever knew.

We were mining for a soul
Excavating all of our sin
until our hearts caved in.

Ex-boyfriends and all of your remember whens.
Pretend to be nice, but I wanna fight, though we never did.

We were mining for a soul
Excavating all of our sin
until our hearts caved in.

I've been searching inside, but the feeling has died
and I can't get it back
It got slammed in a vault and the pain has sealed it,
prayin' one word or one touch might reveal it.

Alcohol…feelin' like we're gonna fall.
Murder to death, only tattoos are left—we thought we knew it all.

We were mining for a soul
Excavating all of our sin
until our hearts caved in.

Until our hearts caved in.

Walkin' Back

Written By: Ed Woltil

WALKIN’ BACK
© 2006 by Ed Woltil

Woke up this morning feelin’ self-abused
Spent the last six weeks dazed and also confused
but at last I know just what to do
I’m walkin’ back home to you

Left my home, left my car,
hopped a bus, I guess I went a little too far
cut all my ties, it left a great big scar
but now I’m walkin’ back home to you

Fine line, rain or shine,
better or worse, black, white or blue,
Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
I’ll keep on walkin,’ walkin’...

I’m out of reasons, out of money, too,
common sense is out of season but it hit me straight out of the blue
I’m out of answers, and I ain’t got a clue
so I’m walkin’ back home to you

Breakdown, bad side of town,
I took a wrong turn, you know that it’s true
I lost my way but now I’m found
You’ll find me walkin,’ walkin’ back...

I’ve been a fool but I’ve paid my dues
I’m through with wallowing in these self-pity blues
I’m ready to wear out the soles of my shoes
walkin’ back home to you
I guess I just don’t know what else to do
So I’ll keep walkin,’ walkin’ all the way back
all the way back home to you.

My Next Life

Written By: © 2006 by Brian Merrill & Ed Woltil

Left the golden stairs for a ragged road.
Left my coat up there, never thought that I’d get cold
Wrote my own rules and lifted off the tracks.
Torched my high school, never thought that I’d look back
Where do the years go? I don’t know.
Just like your tears go, I don’t know.
Safe by the window, this i know.

In my next life, I won’t make the mistake
In my next life, I’ll be harder to break
In my next life, my next life

Slept until Thursday in a coffin painted pearl.
I pushed the world away and I never got that girl
Stapled my hopes on every telephone pole and record store window,
I keep rolling back, yeah i keep going back
Was it the season? I don’t know.
The kind you believe in, I don’t know.
Some kind of feelin’, this i know.

In my next life, I won’t make the mistake
In my next life, I’ll give back more than I take
In my next life, my next life

Savin’ up my pennies for a rainy day
just sittin’ calculatin’ up the price I pay
for watchin’ my tomorrows fade to yesterdays
while I piss and moan and wish my whole life away.
If I vomit up my feelings in this little song
I can promise you I won’t spill out my guts too long,
though to say I have regrets might be a bit too strong,
there’ll be time enough to right every wrong

In my next life, I won’t make the mistake
In my next life, I’ll be harder to break
In my next life, you’ll be able to see
In my next life, there’ll be a little bit more to me

Gonna paint my masterpiece, find a cure for cancer,
be a world champion flamenco dancer,
spiritual advisor to the Dalai Lama,
be a better boy for my mama
in my next life.

Discography

Carried Away (12-song CD)