The Sorrys

The Sorrys

 Halifax, Nova Scotia, CAN
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Power-pop with pot and rough edges and sparks and droll swagger. And a bit of seething through grins.

Biography

The Sorrys are not actually all that sorry. Formed in Halifax in 2004, they deliver a classic indie rock sound powered by industrial-strength choruses and smart, poignant lyrics. Their debut record, The Last Clear Thought Before You Fall Backwards (2007) was recorded by Charles Austin and mixed by Todd Tobias (best known for his work with Guided by Voices and Robert Pollard). The Sorrys were recognized for ‘best local artist hijinks’ in The Coast’s ‘Best of Music 2008’ readers’ poll, and their second album, Neanderthal Cell Phone, was nominated for a Music Nova Scotia Music and Industry Award for best alternative recording in 2010. They are currently working on a documentary on their exploits, and will release an EP in September.

Lyrics

Gorbachev's Forehead

Written By: Trevor Millett/Jim Cameron


I got soul that looks like Gorbachev’s forehead
I got a liver that moans like Boris Yeltsin’s
I got a heart that beats patiently behind werewolf clouds
I got a song that sings itself, sometimes it’s far too loud

Basement windscreen, greatest thing I’ve ever seen
Basement windscreen, strangest thing I’ve ever been

I got to get to a doctor and get some therapy
I got a best friend said she’d pave the way
I got a fear that they’ll rob me of my unkempt reverie
I got a feeling I’m just as messed-up as I should be

Basement windscreen, greatest thing I’ve ever seen
Basement windscreen, strangest thing I’ve ever been

I got a heart that beats patiently behind werewolf clouds
I got a song that sings itself, sometimes it’s far too loud

Sometimes it’s far too loud…

Druthers

Written By: Trevor Millett

Well if I had my druthers
As a matter of fact I’d like to know who took my druthers
Because I want them back
As a kid I learned the lingo and verbal barbs to paint the house dry
I remember reaching and grabbing my second grade teacher’s
pantyhose hose, hose, hose
The kept on ripping, ripping, ripping and I fell down toward her well
appointed toes
And,
Here I am today I’m smiling, here I am today I’m smiling, here I am
today I’m smiling, here I am today I’m smiling
Well someone always calls me lazy
But that’s not because they’re pricks
It’s because I’m too slow you know
And everyone has got a hickey
From someone they hate
Someone they hate to blow you know
And I am damage in a ditch now
Smashing tin cans against my head
Here I am today I’m smiling, here I am today I’m smiling, here I am
today I’m smiling, here I am today I’m smiling
Talk about the hard infected
Bring on the big heart attack
I never played in the championship game
But I’m a dead ringer
For someone who ought to make it
A trial for a dead dog
A walk out in the rain…
Here I am today I’m smiling, here I am today I’m smiling, here I am
today I’m smiling, here I am today I’m smiling

Harbour Time

Written By: Trevor Millett

Well this is killing me
Slow dance but it will work itself out
I will work the self out
Harbour time
Ships sail in
Hearts sail out
And the river doesn’t purify anymore
Like it used to
And I still float in the undercurrent
Careful caught on the hooks of the dam
There is my chin, it is up
There is my chin, up above my forehead
How does my whole body feel this thought
I wish my body wouldn’t think
Early morning shakes, lonely spot
I burn this day as I make it up
Crawl away and then shut up
Quiet now, quilt I sow
Patches and patterns
Sense from shape
Cathedrals of answers
Stadiums of doubt
And here I am, completely still
But strangely out of breath

Trina and Tara

Written By: Trevor Millett

Trina asked me if she could stay overnight
Stole a line from the man from Hibbings and said
Well I guess
She was wearing the cutest little white summer dress
I was wearing a bad 80s acid wash vest
What she knew that I didn’t know
Is Tarra’s coming also
Tarra’s coming also
They had some pot and I had some cheap wine
We listened to Camper Van Beethoven
And got stoned for quite some time
I heard everything that I wanted
To hear while they touched me
I was so quiet, so quiet, so quiet
When they shushed me
Well Trina was so happy, great big smile spread
right across her face
Tarra was unsure, she swore they’re gonna
Put it in the yearbook
I said Terra don’t you worry and I put on
Locust Abortion Technician
Did some hot knives and layed back down

The Falls

Written By: Trevor Millett

You are patient
I am alive
There is the river
I dare you to dive
Take me to the window
And teach me this day’s song
Before I go out
Before I go out
And then bear with me while I sing it
Under summer-leaf canopy
On clairvoyant sidewalks
And then I guess we’ll see
Let’s hook off and go to the falls
Will we be unspeakable
When all is said and done
The end of all doubt
The end of all doubt
Represent me in the error trials
I am here because I am
Everything you say I am
Let’s hook off and go to the falls
You are patient
And I’m surely alive
There is the river
And I dare you to dive
Lets hook off and go to the falls…

Already Here

Written By: Trevor Millett

Am I already here
Laughing by the old tree
Am I already here
Grinning at the abandoned house
Grey wood stairs
No paint poker chips
Forsaken answers on uncertain lips
Rain, mud, calligraphy
Yellow news page in the closet
Read the opinions of ghosts
The smell and sound of pigeons
Rib-cage plaster holds
Look outside the window
The orchard mist, morning sun
I used to tend a field here
Now that is all done
I used to tickle feather here
But time it steady runs
Am I already there
Am I already there
A blaze of wooden shingle
And a life laid bare

Lords of Fogtown

Written By: Trevor Millett

The only thing certain about this song
Is that we’re all headed there
Unless we die suddenly
We are all treatment bound
We are the lords of fogtown
We’re gonna give this whole town a hickey before we’re done
Before we’re done
Taste the taste-makers
This is how we taste

Pass It Around

Written By: Trevor Millett

The creaks and murmurs of the old house, breathed with the mystery
of vengeance, swam with ancient fins, storming with roll over passion.
Filled to the gills with mislaid plans. Full of danger signs written in
black and blue, stones of filth, immaculate in hew. Furnace heart a
burning, warming nothing much. A thousand hands giving the finger
but waiting for the touch.
Pass it around motherfucker, pass it around.
There ain’t much left, listen to the sound. Not hate or love will burn
this house down to the ground. Pardon nothing but the frame, other
than that it’s all the same.
Pass it around motherfucker, pass it around
Pass it around motherfucker, pass it around……

Discography

The Last Clear Thought Before You Fall Backwards (2007)
Neanderthal Cell Phone (2009)

Set List

Our set list is always changing, reflecting emerging material. Set length is typically an hour (10-12 songs), with an additional set if we are headlining.