TIGWIRED

TIGWIRED

BandJazzRock

CD is being released in one week Songs about life in the construction industry, welders, fitters, riggers and the like. Blues, R&B, Funk, Reggae, Techno, Ballad, Country, Swing. Something for all the working people out there. it's all here

Biography

This project is primarily the work of Colin and Chris Campbell
Colin has been playing music professionally for the past 35 years. He has also been a Music Educator in B.C. and Yukon for the last 25 years.
Colin's playing career has taken him through large portions of Canada, the U.S., Cuba, Mexico and Central America.
He has also traveled extensively over the Continent with many of his Secondary School Jazz and Concert Bands.
Colin continues to work on a regular basis with several Bands in Victoria, as well as teaching instrumental music in the Victoria School District.
Chris has spent the last 25 years working in the shutdown maintenance world of industry, (oil field, pulp and paper, power generation etc..)
The songs are roughly based on and about the life and struggles that people who work in this field go through,
Places like Edmonton ,Calgary and Fort MacMurry Alberta, Central Ontario and all sorts of places in the United States have people who live "the dream"
There is no one style of music to this band as they need to relate to a wide age bracket of tradespeople, there is definately something in the CD for everyone.

Personal Bio Sheet

NFLD / Maritimes / Quebec
Chris having worked in and around, Come By Chance (NARL Site), Irving Oil.
Having worked with guys who were from The Rock from St John’s out to Stephenville,
Yarmouth and Cape Breton, St John and up Miramichi way.
Charloteetown over to Edmunston. Probably a few out to Labrador City for a spell now.
Having lived in Halifax
Colin having attended Dalhousie Unversity in the early to mid 70's.
Got his first introduction to Cape Breton fiddling at this time
Directed Yukon Contingent for the National Arts Festival in 1985
with a tour from St John's to Corner Brook.
Worked at the Volvo plant Dartmouth.
Worked the CN line from Halifax to Montreal

Ontario
Chris having worked in and around Esso Sarnia up to the mills in Thunder Bay way
and having worked with guys who were from Ottawa to Sarnia and up to Kenora
Having lived in T.O. up to Thunder Bay (born in Kitchener)
Colin having
Attended Carleton University in Ottawa.
Worked and played in the Toronto area for several years.
Worked in the Paper Mill in Thunder Bay.

Manitoba / Saskatchewan / Alberta
Chris having worked in and around, The Pas and Winnipeg
and having worked with guys who were from Transcona to Flin Flon
From Estavan ,Regina, Prince Albert and the Cold Lake Area
Chris having worked in and around, Fort Mac down to Walsh , yeah its down south
and having worked with guys who were from all over Alberta ,
(from all over Canada for that matter when it comes to trades people in Alberta)
Having lived in Calgary and Edmonton, Wife and Kids were born in Edmonton,
Being a member of Local 146.
Having travelled the Prairies extensively

BC
Chris having worked in and around From Hydro in Vancouver to most mills in the province all the up to Helmutt.
and having worked with guys who were from all over the province
Having lived in Vancouver and now on The Island where the CD was produced.
And where Colin is currently still doing his Music Educator job and doing at few gigs at Swans, Barts,
La Piola, Blues Society, The View, The Harewood ,
(this is for the first quarter of 2008 if you are looking to catch him play)
With bands like Zjazz and The Gary Preston Blues Band , MR Reziztor or his High School Bands
Colin also worked in the Hemlock mill in Tahsis

Territories and Up North
Chris having worked in and around Norman Wells, Yellowknife
and having worked with guys who were from all over
Colin having Spent 7 years in Whitehorse.
Travelled over a large part of Yukon, Northern BC and parts of Alaska
Playing music from Gerdie's in Dawson City to the Kopper King in Whitehorse,
Faro to Skagway, Juneau to Fairbanks to Atlin.

Lyrics

Driving Back To Your Arms

Written By: Tig Wired

Got to keep on drivin’ from dusk till dawn,

I got to keep on drivin’ I can hear you calling

I don’t care about the weather

I don’t care about no storms

Gotta keep on drivin’ till I get home

I got the Beatles on, I got the pedal down

Hour for hour town by town

I'm drivin’ back to your arms.

Now I’ve been through seven tunnels

And I’ve passed the gates of Hell

Over seven bridges, as the white lines cast a spell

Don’t you worry ‘bout no dinner baby

Don’t you dare make no plans

Just tell me I’m still your loving man

I got the Beatles on, got the pedal down

Hour for hour town by town

I'm drivin’ back to your arms

(Yah)

Can’t wait till I get home

Been a tough job in this mill

A few more hours and loneliness

It’s a few more hours to kill

Few more hours of drivin

A few more lanes to change

Feel like I'm drivin my life away

I got the Beatles on, pedal down, hour for hour town by town

I'm drivin back to your arms

Two more cups of coffee

Maybe a rooster and a beer

Slip into the twilight zone

Music in my ears,

Funny thing about it I can’t remember where I’ve been

I've been doing this for so long

It’s even in my dreams.

I got the Beatles on, pedal down, hour for hour town by town

I'm drivin back to your arms

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

[I got to keep on drivin babe, from dusk till dawn]

(I can hear you callin’ me)

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

I got to keep on driving baby, I can hear you callin’ ]

(I can feel you touchin’ me)

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

[I got to keep on drivin’ babe I just want to be with you]

(I can see me kissin’ you)

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

[Got to keep on drivin’ babe, I just wanna be with you]

(Don’t yah know I'm missin’ you)

Got the Beatles on, pedal down

Hour for hour, Town by town

I'm drivin back to your arms

(oh yeah)

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

[I got to keep on drivin babe, from dusk till dawn]

(I can hear you callin’ me)

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

I got to keep on driving baby, I can hear you callin’ ]

(I can feel you touchin’ me)

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

[I got to keep on drivin’ babe just wanna be with you]

(I can see me kissin’ you)

Don’t wanna drive no more I just wanna be with you

[Got to keep on drivin’ babe, I just want to be with you]

(Don’t yah know I'm missin’ you)

Got the Beatles on, pedal down

Hour for hour, Town by town

I'm drivin back to your arms

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC

When I get to feel this way

Written By: Tig Wired

When I get to feel this way

Something in me says, damn glad I don’t know a little bit more.

And I don’t take offence, when a job don’t make no sense

‘Cause those engineers stay locked behind their doors

That’s why I’m sometimes chasin’ welds in a place that passes for a hell

In a town at the end of the world yah

You wanna talk about feelin’ rough

Good God I believe I’ve had enough

And I don’t care if a pass this way again

Well we’ll take this unit down fix it up this turnaround

The GF feels he’s got a pretty good crew

The job it don’t get done by just anyone

It takes welders, fitters, oh and riggers too

The scaffold gods they set the stage

Boiler hogs they earn their wage,

And the pipe fitters got to lay a line or two

Iron workers walk the steel, while mill wrights they set the wheel

And the brickies got refractory work to do.

There’s girls in every place

That are glad to see our face

Long as we got lots of cash to spend

It’s just a week or two

That we are passing through

Another year and we’ll be back again

That’s why I'm sometimes making welds

in a place that passes for a hell

In a town at the end of the world yah

You wanna talk about feelin’ rough

Good God I believe I’ve had enough

I don’t care if I pass this way again

This ones almost done, we’ll be on the run

Just waitin’ on the old inspection crew

X ray and QC tell me that it’s green

So lets fill this boiler up with H2O

And now were hopin’ that the hydro’s dry

We’ll pack our tools be on the fly

And off we go to do another one

You wanna talk about feelin’ rough

Good God I believe I’ve had enough

And I don’t care if we pass this way again

When I get to feel this way

Something in me says

Damn, glad I don’t know a little bit more

And I don’t take offence, when a job don’t make no sense

But those engineers stay locked behind their doors

That’s why I’m sometimes chasin’ welds in a place that passes for a hell

In a town at the end of the world yah

You wanna talk about feelin’ rough,

Good God I believe I’ve had enough

And I don’t care if I pass through

I don’t care is I pass through

I don’t care if a pass through here again.

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC






Shutdown Blues

Written By: Tig Wired

Shutdown Blues

Welders weld, and the fitters fit

Riggers rig, that’s the gist of it

Foremen push their motley crews

Boys all wear the coveralls of blue

They rhythms set everybody knows the tune

Here comes the shutdown blues

Come-a-longs and chain falls too

Sparks they fly from the gouging crew,
Flag men calls to swing out the boom

Boys all wear the coveralls of blue,

The rhythms set everybody knows the tune

For the shutdown blues

I got a buddy who can sing the blues

He drives a Hog sports mean tattoos

If we were careful we could spring him loose

And let him take us where there ain’t no dues

Toxic gas and asbestos dust

The long hard hours is killin’ us

Super-heats and the re-heats too

The boys still wear the coveralls of blue

The rhythms set everybody knows the tune

For the shutdown blues

The steam chief grins ‘cause his job’s on time

Gonna see that unit go back online

Turn a profit in a day or two

And all the boys know just what to do

The rhythms set everybody knows the tune

For the shutdown blues

I paid a visit to the house of ruin

Been here before and it ain’t nothin’ new

I caught the sunrise from the room of blues

And headed back to meet my X ray crew

I could get wired I could get black and blue

I could go crazy by the time were through

But I caught the sunrise like I always do

And headed back to do this job for you.

The x ray crew is shootin’ welds all green

Erectors happy with his mean machine

The moneys good the hole watch through

Do you catch the feeling, you get the meaning to?

The rhythms set, everybody knows the tune

For the shut down here comes the shut down

Ohh the shutdown blues

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC

Gotta Be Safe

Written By: Tig Wired

I hear the snap of my harness

I feel the strike on the steel

I'm trustin’ you with my tomorrows

Now tell me how does that feel

I’m going down in a heartbeat

Into the belly of this place

I wear my mask real tight

I’m playin’ it safe

I work with dangerous people,

I deal with dangerous minds

And I don’t take nothin’ for granted

I live in dangerous times.

Now I’ve worked this job by the numbers

So I don’t get buried without a trace

You’ve asked me 20 questions

Now I’m asking you,

Am I gonna be safe?

I don’t know where destiny

Has me headed for

What did you expect from me,

I’m playin’ it safe

That’s still my position

Ain’t lettin’ go of my superstition

I don’t wanna slip don’t wanna argue my case

I’m gonna do everything that it takes to bring it in safe

(I said to myself)

I gotta be safe

(Such a fine request)

Oh, bring it in safe

(I’m watchin’ my back)

I need to be safe

(checkin’ every last crack)

I used to take all the chances

I was a hot headed do what I can

I used to work to hurt

I spread an awful lotta dirt

I believed I really was superman

But now I’ve got a new disposition

I bought in to the old school plan

I'm playin’ hide and seek

For 2K a week

Or I’ll be takin’ home a nuclear tan

I got a woman who loves me

She knows the trials I face

And I know the best time to please her

Is when she’s feelin real safe

(Listen)

Pack it up tighten it down

You pick it up

Put it back where you found it.

I don’t need any grief

From some grunt on the street

Who don’t like the way that I wound it

(No)

I don’t know where destiny

Has me headed for

What did you expect from me,

I’m playin it safe that’s still my position

Hate lettin’ go of my superstition

I don’t wanna slip don’t wanna argue my case

I’m gonna do everything that it takes to bring it in safe

(Lay your bets)

I gotta be safe

(I ain’t done yet)

Oh, bring it in safe

(I’m doing my best)

I need to be safe

(Baby get dressed)

Every night and everyday

(It’s a matter of trust)

Yah, I’ll take It Out safe

(a serious rush)

I’m askin if it’s safe

(From the demons I see)

I love the smile on your face

(It’s killin me)

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC






The Color Of Oil

Written By: Tig Wired

Tar sands, cold and bleak

Meet the sand dunes, and the desert heat

40 above 40 below

Same bottom line under sand or snow

Every last barrel has got to be sold.

The color of oil is silver and gold

Tundra, and northern lights, meet the desert moon

Under Arabian nights

The horses keep pumpin’ from the oceans below

But where will we turn when the oil don’t flow

Political junkies say, "I don’t know."

The color of oil is the color of your soul,

Fig trees, and wild honey

Meet the killin’ fields backed by blood money

Power shifts, changing rules

Americas addicted to this fossil fuel

Get her fix it’ll clear her head

The color of oil is turning red

You spilt our blood on foreign soil

For what it seems is foreign oil

These mindless games are just a deadly trap

Our blue and green planet fades to black

What’s the color, the color of oil?

Obscene profits while the climate boils

What’s the color that’ll make you clean

What’s the color that’ll bleach your dreams,

What’s the color of OPEC crude

Black as night with a gun barell hue

Whats’ the color it’s silver and gold

The color of oil is deadly cold

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC

Theres A Wild One Going On

Written By: Tig Wired

Gas testers have cleared the space

Time to crawl into that place

The welder makes another pass

He’s gonna cover everybody’s ass

But out there in the dust and smoke

He’s really dealin’ with a heart that’s broke

His woman wants the rigger man

Likes the boys with the calloused hands

And as he stares into the flames slowly drivin’ him insane

Oh, life is a living hell

He knows the shutdown show too well

I’ll tap my tune on those tubes

Play percussion on the pipes

They crews good to go lined up for the shutdown show

DILLIGAF, FI or FO

That’s the lyrics we all know

Chippin’ hammers sing their songs

There’s a wild one going on

(yah)

There’s a wild one going on

The Iron workers fear no heights

The pipe fitters, who work the nights

The brickies, the scaffold gods, mill wrights.

And the boiler hogs, Tim bashers, Inspectors too

They’re all part of the shutdown zoo

But his woman wants a rigger man

She likes the boys with the calloused hands

And as he stares into the flame

Slowly driving him insane

Life is a livin’ hell

He knows the shutdown show too well.

Ill tap my tune on those tubes

Play percussion on the pipes.

They crews good to go lined up for the shutdown show

DILLIGAF, FI or FO

That’s the lyrics we all know

Chippin’ hammers sing their songs

There’s a wild one going on

(yah)

There’s a wild one going on

Now the boss and the scheduler man

They think that they gotta plan

on how the show is going down

while the boys party up in town

yah the work is hard, the pay is good

pray to god this ain’t your neighborhood

and his woman wants a rigger man

She likes the boys with the calloused hands

And as he stares into the flame

It’s driving him insane

Life is a livin hell

He knows the shutdown show too well.

Ill tap my tune on those tubes

Play percussion on the pipes.

They crews good to go lined up for the shutdown show

DILLIGAF, FI or FO

That’s lyrics we all know

Chippin’ hammers sing their songs

There’s a wild one going on

There’s a wild one going on.

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC






Some Things Aren't Meant To Last

Written By: Tig Wired

Last time I saw you

I hardly recognized your face,

You stayed deep in the shadows like a woman

Who was lost in time and space

And though we did not talk

it was clear to me

If you could you would lay my soul to waste

You told me long ago you thought you loved me

And then you quickly disappeared.

I heard you hooked into some voodoo down in Haiti

It meant you might not make it back this way for years

So I packed up my heart

I drained my last glass

Realized some things are never meant to pass

Where do you run to

When the night takes back the day

You taught me this trade like a pro on parade

You dealt me the pain that put ice in my veins

Now you’ve come back,

Expecting nothings changed…

Another day, another job,

just another plane I gotta ride

There’ll be another hall

from some other port of call

Another deal I gotta fly

But I’m feelin’ your resistance

And some other world persistence

That keeps my back against the wall

Now I'm not saying that I’m always straight up

And I have no issues working outside the lines

But seven years of burnin’

for the numbers we’ve been turnin’

Got me seven years to get you off my mind

I closed down my heart moved away from my past

Some things are never meant to last

Where do you run to?

When the night takes back the day

You taught me this trade,

like a pro on parade

You dealt me the pain

that put ice in my veins

Now you come back

expecting nothings changed

Too many conflicts

Too many risks that I have had to take

Too many heartaches

Too many promises that I have had to break

Oh, but seven years of hatin’

This man I've been creatin’

Gave me seven years to learn from my mistakes

Where do you run to,

when the night reclaims the day

Are there voices in your head?

From the thoughts of my new rev

Does my ghost of yesterday talk to you this way?

Keep moving fast some things were never meant to last

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC






Waiting For My Life To Begin

Written By: Tig Wired

Stuck inside these four walls

I’m just waiting for the weather to change

I got one more week of work to go

Till I get free and clear again

One more job one more shift one more cheque

And I'm a waitin for my life to begin

Now the days don’t seem to matter

And the night’s just disappear

They tell me that the best view of this town

Is through my rearview mirror.

Oh, there ain’t no doubt,

I'm breaking It out I'm on my feet again

Waitin for my life to begin

a stranger situation, I’d of never dreamed

But too much time and money

aren’t the things I need

I'm checkin’ the horizon as the new dawn cracks a grin

Now I'm looking back on where I’ve been

It keeps me looking ahead, waitin’ for my life to begin

Now, its not about the travel, Or all the cash I spend

Not about the people, I might never see again

It’s the daily grind that never ends

As time slips by I'm just waitin on my life to begin

Stuck inside these four walls.

With the shutdown blues real bad

Walking talking contradictions like I’ve never had

It’s a different day, with a different spin

I'm wastin’ too much time waitin on my life to begin

Stranger situation, I’d have never dreamed

But too much time and money

Aren’t the things I need

Checkin’ the horizons as the new dawn cracks a grin

I’m looking back on where I’ve been

It keeps me looking ahead

Waitin’ for my life to begin

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC






It's This Job I Do

Written By: Tig Wired

You’ve heard all my promises, you’ve heard all my remarks

You’ve heard me say, I’ve always loved you from the very start
so why can’t I remember when loving you got to be so hard

Still you know it kills me, when we have to be apart

It’s this job I do

It’s this thing called work

It’s the price I pay

For better or for worse

It’s the path I choose

Sometimes I get it right

Most times I lose

Three weeks straight, 12 hour shifts, didn’t see much sun or moon

A day off came from who knows where, not a minute too soon

a bunch of us piled in the trucks we headed for the border line

We shoulda stopped right in our tracks would have been the better time

It’s this job we do

It’s this thing called work

It’s the price we pay

For better or for worse

It’s the path we choose

Sometimes we get it right

Most times we lose

We rolled into this funky bar

For to have a couple brews

Some local boys were hangin there

But everything was cool

Until some joker said something

About our women back at home

The place lit up like a house on fire

Everyone was gone,

and I wonder what you think of

When you lie awake at night

A little bedroom conversation

Some arms to hold you tight

And I would never fault you if you chose a simpler life

With a man who makes you sparkle, when he looks into your eyes

I got seven days in the county jail

But I guess I should’ve known

I’m callin you to post my bail please pick up that phone

I regret the times I took your heart, and put it in the lost and found

I got the wander lust and a restless heart

That I'm trying to settle down

It’s this job I do

It’s this thing called work

It’s the price I pay

For better or for worse

It’s the path I choose

Sometimes I get it right

Most times I lose

You’ve heard all my promises

you’ve heard all my remarks

You’ve heard me say, I’ve always loved you from the very start
so why can’t I remember when loving you got to be so hard

Still you know it kills me, when we have to be apart

It’s this job I do

It’s this job I do

It’s this job I do

(don’t you know)

It’s this job I do

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC






Gravy Train

Written By: Tig Wired

Kiss me one time baby

Now kiss me once again

I'm headin’ for a shutdown on a gravy train

I got the call today there’s money to made

I got my tools together it’s the game I play

So fire up those Lincolns and the Millers too.

The gravy train’s a comin’

It’s got my motor runnin’ can’t you hear it hummin’?

The gravy train’s a comin’ and it needs a crew

Kiss me two times baby

Don’t know when I’ll be back

I'm gonna ride that train till it falls of the track

I'm headin’ to the Deep South

Maybe to Peru.

New Orleans or Texas, either one will do

So fire up those Lincolns and the Millers too

The gravy train’s a coming

Its got my motor runnin’ , can’t you hear it hummin’

The gravy train’s a comin’ and it needs a crew

So fire up those Lincolns and the Millers too.

The gravy train’s a comin’

Its got my motor runnin’ , can’t you hear it hummin’

The gravy train’s a coming and it needs a crew

ORIGINAL TUNES FOR THE CONSTRUCTION AND SHUTDOWN TRADESMEN

NE OBLIVISCARIS © 2006 by TIG WIRED MUSIC INC






Discography

NE OBLIVISCARIS (never forget)
listen to the tunes at
www.tigwired.com

Set List

All Original tunes with a mixed bag of styles.
tunes run around 4 minutes each.

There's A Wild One Going On
Gotta Be Safe
Shutdown Blues
Driving Back To Your Arms
You Give Me No Reply
Gravy Train
Some Things Aren't Meant To Last
Waiting For My Life To Begin
When I Get To Feel This Way
It's This Job I Do
The Color Of Oil
A Happy Start
After 20 Years
Another Brother Down