The Furies

The Furies

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockAlternative

We play rock and roll music without pretense. We play what we like and we think people will like it too. We are a peoples band at the core, we are without genre not because we transcend it. But because our sound is simple and doesn't fit into a niche. Our music is going home, its nostalgia rock.

Biography

Influences:
Pavement, The Minutemen, Bruce Springsteen, Lou Reed, Warren Zevon, The Jam, The Modern Lovers, The Clash, The Beach Boys, Iggy Pop, Bowie, Costello, The Who, Misfits, Neil Young, Pixies, Television, and The Violent Femmes.

What sets us apart from other bands? we sound like none of them and all of them. we sound like every band, but none in particular.

The Story:
The Furies first started on November 18th 2009, but that isn’t nearly the beginning. Between 2000-2008 Nick Link performed in a variety of different bands in his home state of Michigan. The bands varied in genres including rock, hip hop, country, & metal. He also played a variety of instruments (depending on the band) and spent countless hours recording with Pro Tools.
During this time in New York James Lee began writing and recording simple folk songs on his personal computer. These songs built a small following for James, but only existed as recordings since he had no backing band.
In 2008 Nick Link moved to Brooklyn New York in hope of finding work in the television industry. A mutual friend introduced James & Nick soon after. James happened to be working in a post production house and got Nick a job. They soon became very good friends and found they had a similar taste in music. Both had expressed interest in forming a band. Nick Link started practicing the drums, an instrument he hadn’t played in previous bands. James began playing his old recordings for Nick. Nick enjoyed the recordings and with James they began re-thinking the sound of the old songs. They started playing the songs with James playing guitar and singing and Nick on the drums and thus The Furies began.

Lyrics

Vancouver

Written By: Andy Sutton

Hey did you want to stay with me?
I'm moving to Vancouver in a week.
Put the bag in the back seat.
On a one way trip.

You would agree to stay.
Leaving the ol' U. S. of A.
No one need to visit me,
I'll have the trees

I will breath.
Believe to perceive no enemy
It's in our reach, it's in my dreams.
I' moving to Vancouver in a week.

The Farmers Daughter

Written By: James P. M. Lee

Maple syrup, spilled on the floor.
“Clean it up ma!”
“Clean it up ma.”

Wrote you a letter, slipped it under your door.
“We ain’t breaking the law!”
“We ain’t breaking the law.”

Meet me in the barn babe, deep under the straw.
“Runaway from your pa!”
“Runaway from your pa.”

He picked up his shotgun, when he found your bra,
In the horse’s stall!
In the horse’s stall.

Got on a Greyhound. Good-bye Wichita!
“Hello, New York!”
“Hello, New York.”

Too Much Music

Written By: James P. M. Lee

Wrote a song for a band,
Wrote a song about a man,
Wrote a song for my dog,
Wrote three more about the loose of a love.

And they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song again.
Yeah, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song again.

My friends tell me, it’s too much music.
It’s not too much, it’s just that its bad.
That guy told me he’d smash my face in,
On days like this I wish he had.

And they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song again.

It’s too much music!

Yeah, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song again.

It’s too much music!

Saw Alice Cooper on TV.
Hard to believe he used to be as cool as me.
Dance with the Muppets, and sore with the birds.
Last twenty years he’s just a walking turd.

And he’s doing my song, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song again.

It’s too much music!

Yeah, he’s doing my song, they’re doing my song, they’re doing my song again.

It’s too much music!

Second

Written By: James P.M. Lee

Get away son, this ain't your fight.
It really doesn't matter now, whose wrong and whose right.
Take ten paces, turn and shoot.
It's the only way to end this dispute.

Get away son!
Cause you can't be my second.

Shots are fired and it seems I'm hit.
Don't cry for me boy, I could hardly feel it.
Get away son, but first promise me this...
Take care of you mother now, and give her this kiss.

Get away son!
Cause you can't be my second.

Would you be my second?
Would you be my second?

Set List

Brooklyn Girls
Too Much Music
Vancouver
The Farmers Daughter
Leave
Get Clean
Best Friend
Second
Therefur
Mullbury Hill
The Fall
Katy Wins
When I Go Home
Pot Holders