Tornado Gold

Tornado Gold

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Biography

The name's "Tornado Gold"!! Formed in the mountains of Tydal, Norway, Tornado Gold brings a collaboration of sound and raw energy to the stage like no other. When Texan Jeremy Wayne came to Tydal with his Norwegian wife he didn't know where or what he had gotten in to. Leaving his home and a honky tonk rock band behind left him searching again for a sound and a place in the music scene. Little did he know there were two legends, two up and coming musicians, and a whole lot of drive all harboring in this little country town. Formed to play at a Festival the band only had three practices before the show but delivered with the might of a seasoned band. They took up the largest amount of writing in Norways biggest paper and in the Selbyggen were named "Area's Best Band" after only one show. Now with 50 concerts together under there belt they are truly professionals of the stage!!
The band consist of
Lars Lien-Bass Guitar, keys, vocals,-
Jan Morten Korsvold -Lead Guitar, vocals,
Kristopher Kirkvold -Guitars, mandolin,
Håvard Kirkvold -Drums-all percusion
Jeremy Wayne -Guitar, banjo-Lead vocals.

About the band-
Lars Lien is a legend in Norway with his studio work and his own bands. He worked at Brygga Studio in Trondheim, Norway from 1986-2004 until he created his own new studio in Tydal called Larsville. He has worked with all kinds of artist from all over the world and has became a well known name in the music business. He also has played in well known bands as Motorpsycho and was lead singer in The International Tussler Society. With all this experience in and out of the studio Lars has become a mad scientist of music. Top notch on the keys as well as polished bass assassin.

"The Eagle" otherwise known as Jan Morten Korsvold, in many peoples opinion, is a contender for the ungiven award of best guitarist in Norway. After 37 years of guitar he is confident in his style and has the ability to make the crowd feel his energy as well. Jan Morten has been on a journey in his life that many couldn't imagine. One hell of a ride that you will understand and feel not by his story, but by his guitar emotion. By day Jan Morten works as a Shaman.

Kristopher Kirkvold is the young prodigy of the group. At the young age of 21 he knows how to handle a guitar and has patented his own dirty south style of play. "Dirty Krizz" is capable of playing different instruments that he includes during the shows. He is an electrician in Tydal and is a quite humble country boy at home. The stage brings out a different Kristopher and oh what a treat it is.

Håvard (The Hammer) Kirkvold by day is a natural sportsman and school teacher. Håvard Kirkvold by night is known as The Hammer and when he plays the drums he has no boss, he has no rules and he has no fear. He walks to the beat of no ones drum except his own. He can be as soft as a baby or as powerful as a stampede in a thunderstorm.

Jeremy Wayne is a native Texas carpenter living in Stugudal, Norway on a mission. To bring real music and real energy back to the people. With his dirty Texas style guitar playing and outlaw voice he is a sight worth seeing. Playing in rowdy honky tonks in Texas has only seasoned the artist and helped him find his style.

Tornado Gold has recieved 2 dice scores since the release of their album. 5 in Norways largest paper and a 6 in the Selbyggen. The future of Tornado Gold looks to be a bright one!

Lyrics

Ghostriders in The Sky

Written By: Stan Jones

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A - plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi yaaaay
Yippie yi ohhhhh
Ghost riders in the sky

As the riders looped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy changed your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil`s herd, across these endless skies

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
They`re riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain`t caught`em yet
`Cause they`ve got to ride forever on that range up in that sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry

Yippie yi yaaaay
Yippie yi ohhhh
Ghost riders in the sky

Ol` Man Clifford

Written By: Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold

Well Ol`man Clifford well he lived in them hills.
He made his money of his old moonshine skills.
The only food he eats is of what he kills.
He`s Ol`man Clifford who lived in them hills.

Now under the sun in that very same home,
lies sweet Caroline who`s cryin` all alone.
Well I know that I love her,
that I should never see.
How Ol`Man Clifford,
he`s ever gonna let us be.
Well tonight when he`s sleeping,
I`m gonna climb up through them trees.
His daughter`s mine for all of time,
and that`s the way it`s gonna be.
When I`m crossin` into hells gate,
and the devil takes control.
Maybe I should turn back before I lose my soul.

I`m comin` for ya baby,
I`m comin` for ya child.
I`m comin` for ya baby, gonna walk that miracle mile.
I`m comin` for ya baby,
I`m comin` for ya child.
I`m comin` for ya baby, gonna walk that miracle mile.

Mudd

Written By: Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold recorded live in Larsville Studio

I can`t see, baby,
I can`t walk.
People don`t understand me, baby baby,
when I start to talk.
They got to realize,
it`s really not my fault.
Help me put this madness baby,
down to a screamin` hault.

Some of the things I have done, Lord,
I`m ashamed to say.
Use to wallow with the pigs, Lord
down in the mud all day.
Now I gettin` my fix when I start to play.
I`m guessing life is kinda funny that way.
That way, that way, come on.

Texas on fire, burnin` dry.
You can`t smoke us out,
but you can damn shure try.
You can call me a liar,
it ain`t gonna make me cry.
No call a spade a spade, boy,
we ain`t afraid to die.
Cause our sound`s blowin`,
in through the trees.
Me and my family,
We`re just thick as thieves.

Stand up Jack

Written By: Dirty Kris/Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold

Break my back 6 days a week,
haulin` them logs is how I make ends meet.
It`s what I was born to do.
Got a old wood house with a little creek.
Try to go fishin` bout twice a week,
when the sky is blue.
Gotta rusted old Chevy out on the yard,
I got all cause I worked hard.
You know it`s true.

Now lookin` back here on my life,
I goota few kids and a beatiful wife.
Got me feelin`good.
Well I steal her clothes and I squeeze her tight,
try to steal a kiss before the end of the night.
Like I should.
We`ve been together for oh so long,
how in the world did we stay strong.
Well, we ain`t got a clue.

Break my back 6 days a week,
haulin` them logs how I make ends meet...

Working Class Heroes

Written By: Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold recorded live in Larsville Studio

Hello land of glory,
your sons come to see you.
We hope you like what you find.
We grew up with zero,
we`re your working class heroes,
blood, sweat and tears for all that`s mine!

Hello mr. ritch man, getting high on your money,
you better take a seat and listen for a while.
You better pass me the peace pipe,
let there be no lies between us.
You`ll see I`m the only one that smiles.

Gold diggin` woman, just keep on walking,
there`s no sense in wasting my time.
I said you`re no good,
you`re high maintenance baby.
You`re just not my kind....

On The Other Side

Written By: Lars/Tornado Gold

I`ve been waiting for someone to say;
"time`s up you got to move the other way".
Hey let us join, this road leads right to the sky.

You`re the girl I`ve been dreaming for so long,
no one ever give me trembles so strong.
I`ll come running,
like the wind`s on fire.

To see you on the other side.

She came down with the sun in her hand.
Where she walked there`s no footprint in the sand.
I`m blinded by the light of her eyes.

You`re the girl I`ve been dreaming for so long.
With the words to fill the hole in my song.
I`ve been hunting you since the day you said;

"I`ll see you on the other side".

Outleg Law

Written By: Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold recorded live in Larsville Studio

Outside of El Paso,
47 miles alone.
Blue Alabama tellin` all his buddies,
He`s gonna rob the liquor store.
Blue, gonna ride,
ride, outlaw ride.

Out of the door like a bat out of hell,
he ain`t ever going back to that cell.
A bag full of money - colt 45,
he feels the heat of the sheriff behind.
Blue better ride,
ride, outlaw ride.
He can feel them bullets wizzin` by.

Down in Apache Valley,
No where left to hide.
You rolled the dice and now you pay the price,
the sheriff neber brings em home alive.
Blue gonna ride,
ride, outlaw ride.
He could feel them bullets wizzin` by

Coffee on The Fire

Written By: Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold

Lock and load it`s time to go,
this ain`t our first rodeo.
We`re gonna put an other show,
in another one whore town.
Home`s just a memory,
with dusty roads and tumbleweeds.
No tears left to cry,
The fiddler`s on the rise,
and the fire`s in his eyes.

Put a little coffee on that fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire.....
Put a little coffee on that fire, fire, fire,
fire, fire, fire, fire......

The devil lays down his hand,
oh kings and queens of hell.
And the gypsies of the land,
he got`em swingin` by his tail.
Can I get a witness,
I said, can I get a witness!
So welcome to the ride,
the gates are open wide,
no need to run and hide.

Put a little coffee on that fire, fire, fire....

Now those thoughts of home, are startin` to roam.
Should I go back, or stay on the road I`m on.
Stay on the road I`m on..
Stay on the road I`m on..
Stay on the road I`m on..

Put a little coffee on that fire, fire, fire...

The Speed of Disco

Written By: Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold

The grass can`t get no greener,
Charlie can`t get no Sheener.
Don`t put down my demeaner,
Not this time, not this trip.
Because we`re travellin` at the speed of disco.

The wheels of our life are turnin`,
while the gas in our engine is burnin`.
We ain`t got no time for learnin`.
Not this time, not this trip.
Because I`m travellin` at the speed of disco.

The adrenaline running through my veins,
100 mph. and changin` lanes.
Take a trip, take a trip with me.
Come on ride, come on ride on my fanasy.

Cause we`re travellin` at the speed of disco.

Sheila

Written By: Jeremy Wayne/Tornado Gold

Sheila slept at truck stops,
truck stops to sleep with Sheila.
She chose the wrong path,
her dreams had decieved her.
At night she cried.....
I wanna be me
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be me
I wanna be free
I wanna be free

Rusty had a stroke of ignorance,
he let his temtations unscrew.
He must have forgot his own advice;
"do the drugs, don`t let the drugs do you".
He felt like:
I`m gonna be me
I`m gonna be free
I`m gonna be free
I`m gonna be me
I`m gonna be free
I`m gonna be free

Rusty and Sheila bumped into one other,
and decided they made a nice pair.
Everynight they played with the sex and drugs,
now they have a baby to share.
Like father like son....
I wanna be me
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
I wanna be me
I wanna be free
I wanna be free

Discography

CD - album: Tornado Gold (MMRCD001)
Released 2009
Label: Mud Music Records
Distribution company: Bare Bra Musikk AS
Recorded in Larsville Studio
Band: Tornado Gold

The CD "Tornado Gold" is available at iTunes, Amazon and Phonofile.

Tornado Gold is now in Larsville Studio recording the second album! Planned release feb. 2011.

Set List

Tornado Gold can play live on stage from their recent created stuff 45 min up to 2 hours. Depends on the gig.