The Walkaways

The Walkaways

 Alexandria, Virginia, USA
BandAmericanaCountry

The music of The Walkaways can best be described as candy in a whiskey bottle -- tasteful hooks infused with a mix of alt-country, blues, and roots rock-n-roll.

Biography

As Van Morrison famously said, "making great music takes time -- neither hurried nor hasty, but rather tasteful and provocative." His advice was well-heeded by The Walkaways.

The sessions for what would later become "Fifty Left to Burn" commenced in the spring of 2006 when Broken Tailight's Todd Daniel linked up with Junk Nugget's Fabio Gutierrez. A unique brand of alt-country percolated, then materialized, as Daniel's penchant for cerebral roots rock songwriting meshed cleverly with Gutierrez's polyrhythmic bass acumen. Glued together by the biting and versatile "pop and go" percussion of Down Holly's John Cunningham, and soon thereafter the coveted multi-instrumental eclecticism of pianist and slide/mandolin wizard Mark Bower, a band was born, with a CD well into gestation.

Sowing their aural oats in the backstreet pubs of Northern Virginia, Maryland, and Washington, D.C., The Walkaways spent a year testing their growing repertoire of original compositions on the local music gentry before entering the studio in the summer of 2007. With the integral assistance of engineer Kevin Rucker and Telecaster ace Craig Bradley, one year later, on July 25, 2008, the CD was pressed, sealed, and delivered live to a packed house of devotees at Iota Club and Cafe in Arlington, Virginia.

Since that night The Walkaways have been buoyed by a steadily growing and loyal fan base, regularly selling out their hometown venues. Interviews and accolades in all of the major Washington, D.C. press outlets -- The Washington Post, Washington City Paper, Washingtonian Magazine, and OnTap Magazine -- have helped to propel the ensemble to the forefront of the local alt-country scene.

Lyrics

Tracks

Written By: Todd Daniel

Maggie, she's a wild one,
takes her cherrios with gin
sleeps in sheets of silk and leather
the girls all shake their heads and grin

Lies awake out in the sand dunes
and never makes amends
rides off into the sunset
won't be back again

Carry me back
to your time and place
cover your tracks
fade away, fade away


Samantha's yearbook caption reads,
"Most likely to take lust for love"
and still she dreams in technicolor
pink bouquets and satin gloves
pushes me into the background
I guess we'll part the worst of friends
lays her head back on the pillow
sleeps to dream again

Carry me back
to your time and place
cover your tracks
fade away
every day we take the water from the well
every day we strip it dry
toss a penny to the bottom wish me well
pretend that you can tell
kiss all of your dreams goodbye


Kathy loves R-rated movies
lives on cereal and rice
calls me up on Sunday morning
sleeps until the night
got no time for meditation
got no time to comprehend
no regrets and no revisions
wipe the slate clean start again

Carry me back
to your time and place
cover your tracks
fade away,
Carry me back
to your time and place
cover your tracks
fade away, fade away
fade away, fade away
fade away...

Pin Hole Town Blues

Written By: Todd Daniel

I wish I could the hint
run like a river to you with nothin to lose
I wish I could be all you deserve me to be
so very sad

Wrap me up in your arms
find us some common ground
wrapped 'round like a lightpost in some pinhole town
bar tops and broken glass
how are you? I don't wanna ask

When you were a little girl
cascade silent fears you could never _____
when our world explodes
run to the end of oblivion and I'll propose

Wrap me up in your arms
find us some common ground
wrapped 'round like a lightpost in some pinhole town
bar tops and broken glass
how are you? I don't wanna ask

I wish I could the hint
run like a river to you with nothin to lose
I wish I could be all you deserve me to be
so very sad

Wrap me up in your arms
find us some common ground
wrapped 'round like a lightpost in this pinhole town
bar tops and broken glass
how are you? I don't wanna ask

One and Only One

Written By: Todd Daniel

Every night I fall into your weary shoulders
like some distracted porcelain disease
I can see the lights of the city growing colder
brings me to my knees

Every night the TV channels blare perfection
Every night the minutes trickle slowly down
Like some departed lovers intersection
Wanna be your only one...

Every desperate expression is rising longer
calling from the middle of my day
and as the rising tide is getting stronger
it sends me on my way

Until the night refuses all my old advances
and flattens me and crushes me to (in) stone
and as I drop into the great unknown
I wanna be your one and only one...

Only one, be your one and only one

When You're Gone

Written By: Todd Daniel

Abandon the light, bring on the day
watchin the sun arise
see it down, see it so clear
this town in a slow demise

Take your chance,
take your chance
but the road gets wider still
when you're gone

Leave from this town, leave from this place
wipe away where you're from.
Send no regards, make no amends
awaken the sleepin' drums

Take your stand
take your stand
but the road gets wider still
when you're gone

When you're gone
mountains shake
when you're gone
hearts will break
but the road gets wider still
when you're gone

Take the doubts the leave you broken far away
they're the only ones that lead you back someday

Take your time,
take your time
but the road gets wider still
and the road gets wider still
and the road gets wider still
when you're gone
when you're gone
when you're gone
when you're gone
but the road gets wider still
when you're gone

Perfect Burning Heart

Written By: Todd Daniel

Tell me who do you think you are
beside the tempest
beside the burning heart?
I never believed she'd knock you out
until the slamming,
until the tearing out.

Tell me where do you think you'd (you'll) go
if not for the brokers
if not for the indigo
Spirits revealed and close behind
haunting your mattress
haunting your dirty mind.

Ooh, you're off the dial.
Ooh, doesn't matter either way
To the girl starry-eyed in the second row
talks to herself like she doesn't know
the fine art of feeling fine.

Standin here below the trees
without a prayer
without our memories
Telling yourself there's no way out
without an ending
without a turnabout

Ooh, you're off the dial.
Ooh, doesn't matter either way
Swept up like a shell in the undertow
Pack of pills to your brain til you come to know
the fine art of feeling fine

Tell me who do you think you are
beside the tempest
beside the burning heart
beside the burning heart
beside the burning heart

Ghosts

Written By: Todd Daniel

I swear you were born a ballerina
and danced across the room on your arrival
told the women there that fell upon their knees
the path to their survival

They say you grew up reading Chaucer
and danced in rain and clever conversation
gave the boys a passing glance and lamented
at their desperate isolation

The cavalry is quiet
the ghosts have run away
your love, like a scream in a crowded room
drowned out, but still resonates

I had a dream I fell out of your bed
and dropped into an angry-colored ocean
waves were crashin' all around me all I saw was
your face draped on the horizon

so put me on the that difficult terrain
give me a kind of love and let it ride
sweet mirages changing back and forth to real
back and forth to real

The cavalry is quiet
the ghosts have run away
your love, like a scream in a crowded room
drowned out, but still resonates

Discography

"Fifty Left to Burn", 2008

Set List

The Walkaways are capable of playing 3 solid one-hour sets of a mixture of originals and roots/rock/Americana covers. For example, a 90-minute set would resemble this:

Leap Years
Piece of Mind
Pin Hole Town Blues
Romance and Medicine
Monday (cover of Wilco)
Solid Silver Lining
You Won’t Be Around
Benediction
In a Bar in Jersey
Damn Fortunate Man
Wagon Wheel (cover of Old Crow Medicine Show)
Local Honey
A Storied Landscape
Perfect Burning Heart
Over
Half Empty
One and Only One
No Reasons Why
Tracks
Swing State
No Way Out
The Weight (cover of The Band)
No Rush
When You’re Gone