The John Punch Band

The John Punch Band

 Ottawa, Ontario, CAN
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All around good times with friends and passionate music ...

Biography

What some folks are saying,

"Strong and understated songwriting, with subtleties suggesting Bon Iver and Rural Alberta Advantage. There's a hint of new gospel influence andstrong echoes of 90's radio-friendly folk"

- NOW Magazine

"Fences Have Been Planted, Thorns Have Been Built is a compelling five-track EP that reads like a tacit promise of a follow-up full-length album worth waiting for."

- Exclaim!

When this Ottawa three-piece kicks off their debut EP with the country rock, road trip ready Tipping Boats, you cant help but be won over

- Herohill

Simply put, it's an excellent debut. Thibodeau and his bandmates have put together five extremely well-crafted folk tunes that, as others have noted, are sure to garner the band significant attention from the usual suspects...but also from beyond those communities, if there's any justice. The band is extremely tight-sounding, while the presence of an upright bass gives songs like "One Design of Teeth" and "Tippin' Boats" the hint of a jazzy swing

- iheartmusic

Lyrics

Our Lovers

Written By: Cory Thibodeau

Tuck your tired faith in the ocean,
I don't want to fear it no more
For we like our lovers, with just a little blood
Life's a fraying tire swing rope, what do you want me to say
That there's a plan, and that I know your pain...?
....when you know that I don't

One by one we are marchin all over, tired streets again
For once we should try listening to what the others are saying

Tuck your tired face in the ocean
I don't want to see you no more
For we like our lovers with just a little blood
A little blood will never take us home...
....you better hope that it won't)

One by one we are marchin all over, tired streets again
For once we should try listening to what the other is saying
When your colors turn all black and green,
I'll curl up in a ball

............anymore and I'll shoot myself

A Time With

Written By: Cory Thibodeau

Don't turn your back on the street
You'll never feel the tide
We're hoping the greater good will win
Selling bullets to all sides
That ain't right,

Feelin broken down and
Any night I'll meet you on the coast
You think of singin they'll slit your throat
We can kill each other
Every night on the Tv or the phone
I'll just keep calling you out
You'll just keep falling on your gun

Just trying to hang that ol' simple rope
I know you wanna tie me up
Just because she says she loves you
It don't mean she don't feel for me

Feelin broken down and
Any night I'll meet you on the coast
You think of singin they'll slit your throat
We can kill each other
Every night on the Tv or the phone
I'll just keep calling you out
You'll just keep falling on your gun

Tippin Boats

Written By: Cory Thibodeau

feel the wave's gonna come crashin,
may tip your boat
She don't listen to the ocean,
she just hugs that shore
scared of broken bones and how they might find her

I don't know why they're feedin the fire
I don't know what I'm feeling or why but I know,
as sure as boots on the floor,
I aint marchin for no war

She don't listen anymore to the people on the street,
she just hunkers down in instinct.

stop pickin at that old dead skin
it's my fortress,
thats why I guard it
oh see them ghosts on TV
slitting their own throats,
but nothing coming out but confetti and bank notes

I don't know what we're fighting for
I don't know what we're fighting for
but I know,any night you want
I'll meet you on that shore....with my bones and my cup

She don't listen anymore to the people on the street,
she just hunkers down in instinct.
see them broken eyes trying to cry out of the river,
and enough about being oh so old
She don't listen anymore to the people on the street,
she just hunkers down in instinct.....
oh instinct I don't feel

I don't feel like much but I feel like drinking
I feel I'm gonna break you down,
and I feel I'm gonna break you down
she won't know, until they've told her so