Damian Howard

Damian Howard

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Nu Country to Roots with High energy Australian flavoured Folk Rock at some festivals as required. One of the Headline act's at many Australian music festivals and a major crowd drawcard. They appeal to all ages.

Biography

Damian first came on scene in 1995, opened at Maldon Folk Festival in Victoria Australlia. This considerable talent becomes a powerful force in full flight when thier long years of touring and recording together, bring great songs, soaring vocals and excellent arrangements to an irresistible high.
Quote from Jamie McKew Port Fairy Folk Festival:
'The Ploughboys are a great band to watch. They seem to have a crowd of instant fans (like fish in the desert after rain, they magically appear) attracted by a swaggering and cheeky Aussie gregarious presence that raises the stakes with real passion. Quite simply they are a special band, a great band, an ideal “festival band” which will always excel and exceed expectations. It’s no wonder that Mary Black has recorded one of their songs and played with the band in Australia. It’s no wonder that Marcia and Damian Howard have a horde of musical friends and family to join him at times on stage and he is always ready to jump into the musical action at a festival.
We are a unique band in that we open (And close) festivals or gigs with our high energy Aussie Folk/Country Rock but are also able to play to smaller crowds and venues with more folk/roots type performances and even through to sole/Blues with much of Damians own material.
The 5 part voice harmonies that the Ploughboys bring to thier music set them apart from most other bands of our genre.

Lyrics

Out Of My Hands

Written By: Damian Howard

Whatever happened my old friend.

Did someone let you down again.

A life time of work in a handful of time.

When you felt so undervalued for most of your life well.

When you realised that you’d run out of luck

When you made me drink from your poison cup

Did you think that I’d give up

Don’t you know that life it just goes on and on now yes

It's out of my hands,

out of my hands,

out of my hands,

Don't you know know I've done all that I can.

Its out of my hands, out of my hands, don’t you know I 've done all that I can.

What the hell do you expect when you give no credence and you pay no respect

Now your shallow world is falling apart standing broken with that lonely heart.

When you thought you had so much to prove.

When you set yourself right up to lose

Do you think you're better than all the rest

Don’t you know that I’ve moved on and on and on now

It's out of my hands,

It's out of my hands,

Don’t you know I've done all that I can 'cause it's

out of my hands,

It's out of my hands,

When you’re looking for an answer when you’re looking for a soft place to land

When nothing else seems to matter

Just like sand slipping through your hands

But I can forgive you, even though you let me down

What’s there to prove now, what goes around comes around

It's out of my hands,

It's out of my hands,

It's out of my hands,

Don’t you know I've done all that I can

cause it's out of my hands,

out of my hands.

All I Ever Wanted

Written By: Damain Howard

SPENT FIVE LONG YEARS IN MOUNT TOM PRICE
WORKING NIGHT AND DAYS IN THE MINE
FAR FROM FRIENDS AND MY FAMILY
BUT MY FUTURE SEEMED SO BRIGHT

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY HOME
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN
WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY HOME

WHEN I MAKE ENOUGH MONEY
I’LL RETURN WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH
AND WITH EACH APSING HOUR NOW
THINKING BACK AND ALL THOSE GOOD TIMES

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY HOME
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN
WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY HOME

THE WINTER RAIN HAS STARTED TO FALL
MY FOOLISH PLANS THEY’RE CURSED AND DAMNED
I’D WALK THE MILES RIGHT BACK TO YOU
JUS TO FEEL THOSE LOVING HANDS

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY HOME
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN
WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN

BUT EVERY NIGHT I CLOSE MY EYES
SOMETHING’S MISSING, SOMETHING’S NOT RIGHT
EVERY TIME I START TO WRITE
THERE’S SOMETHING MISSING, SOMETHIN IN MY LIFE

(SOLO)

ON THE NIGHT I RETURNED TO YOU
WHEN I WALKED BACK RIGHT THROUGH YOUR DOOR
ANOTHER MAN WAS HOLDING YOU
AND ON HIS LAP HIS CHILD THAT YOU BORE

ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY HOME
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN
WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY HOME
ALL I EVER NEEDED WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN
WAS A PLACE I’D CALL MY OWN

Love Will Always Lead You Home

Written By: Damian Howard, Marcia Howard & Shane Howard

WORRY IS LIKE A ROCKING CHAIR
YOU CAN ROCK AND ROCK ALL DAY AND GET NOWHERE
OUT OF THIS BAD, GOTTA COME SOME GOOD
TIME IS A HEALER SO THEY SAY
LOVE WILL ALWAYS FIND A WAY

IT DOESN’T MATTER, WHAT SOME PEOPLE SAY
LOVE IS A LETTER, THAT’LL FIND ITS WAY
BACK TO THE PLACE, WHERE TRUTH IS KNOWN
LOVE WILL ALWAYS LEAD YOU HOME

STRANGE THINGS HAPPEN, EVERYDAY
PEOPLE GET HURT, THEY GET BLOWN AWAY
TRUTH IS STRANGER, STRANGER THAN FICTION
LIFE IS FULL OF CONTRADICTIONS
LOVE WILL ALWAYS FIND A WAY

IT DOESN’T MATTER, WHAT SOME PEOPLE SAY
LOVE IS A LETTER, THAT’LL FIND ITS WAY
BACK TO THE PLACE, WHERE TRUTH IS KNOWN
LOVE WILL ALWAYS LEAD YOU HOME

THE BIRD OF PARADISE, JUST WON’T ALND
ON A GREEDY, GRASPING HAND
SURELY LOVE IS A SWEETER THING
IT CAN HEAL THE WOUNDED HEART AND THE BROKEN WING
LOVE WILL ALWAYS FIND A WAY

IT DOESN’T MATTER, WHAT SOME PEOPLE SAY
LOVE IS A LETTER, THAT’LL FIND ITS WAY
BACK TO THE PLACE, WHERE TRUTH IS KNOWN
LOVE WILL ALWAYS LEAD YOU HOME

One Step Forward

Written By: Damian Howard

Spent some time roaming,
many nights alone
Many years I've wandered
never calling one place home

Til the day that I met you
And stayed here in this town
Hidden from the outside world
Like the gold underground

I've been working 12 hour days,
trying to pay my way
Pickin'' up the slack, I'm going one step
forward, two steps back

These hills will provide for us'
There's work here to be found
I must have shorn ten thousand sheep,
Enough to buy a house

A shelter in the storm
A place to protect you,
Where our children were born

I've been working 12 hour days,
To keep the banks at bay
I've been breaking,
my back: I'm going one step
forward, two steps back

Just when we were standing, on our own
two feet, The heavens finally opened
And didn't stop for two weeks

The rains were never ending,
the river broke it's banks
All our life's possessions washed away
in a flash

I've been working twelve hour days,
Trying to pay my way
Pickin' up the slack, I'm going one step
forward, two steps back

When at last those rains relented,
All we owned all but gone
Standing together strengthened our resolve

Peeling back the layers,
of all that makes us strong
This my home now,
this is where I belong

I've been working 12 hour days,
to keep the banks at bay
I've been breakin' my back: I'm going one step
forward, two steps back

Just A Week

Written By: Damian Howard

She caught the last train home
Just before sunrise
A suitcase of memories
hidden behind green eyes
Recollections of happiness,
reminiscing on better times
Now she's walking away from
the heartache and the shame
Waiting for her real life to arrive

In the space of just a week
joy to disbelief
All the things that matter, all disappear
Down into the well, where we fell
forgiveness is all I seek
In the space of a week

He was so innocent,
Just a hard working man
Raised in the country,
on his grandfather's land
followed her to the city,
on a promise she'd be his bride
Now he's sleeping in their back streets,
working in the factories
Trying to make enough to survive

In the space of just a week
joy to disbelief
All the things that matter, all disappear
Down into the well, where we fell
can I turn the other cheek?
In the space of a week

He never saw it coming
He must have been blind
All of your secrets that are hidden in the
back , hidden in the back
Hidden in the back of your mind

Discography

7 CDs and a DVD - Out of My Hands, Out Of My Hands EP Live at The shed. Field Of Opportunity, Tell me Another one, Different Stages, One, Live at the shed DVD

Set List

Start off slow, and build. Typically 3 of 45 min sets, Or 2 of hour sets. Usually finish with higher nergey stuff but depends on crowds and specific gig. Can do sit down folk typ stuff, through Cuntry/Roots and on to country rock