Will Lawton

Will Lawton

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Will sounds like a combination of Dave Matthews, John Mayer, Maroon5, and Jack Johnson with a bit more funk and jazz influences.

Biography

Will Lawton is a singer/songwriter who has been performing since 1999. In Clemson, South Carolina, Will was a regular at Tiger Town Tavern, The Esso Club, and The Coffee House and Wine Bar. In Greenville, South Carolina, Will was the standard musician at Kincaid’s Tavern for a year, and he also jammed occasionally at Blue Ridge Brewery. After a few gigs, Will convinced Brad Rochford to sit in on bongos and sing backup. Brad and Will’s two man show was a favorite around Clemson and they enjoyed playing beer drinking songs in bars and at Fraternity Events. Eventually, the duo found a few more hellions and formed a band.

Lost on Tuesday (Will Lawton, Patrick Horne, Thomas Polon, Brad Rochford, and Brian Gamble) was formed on July 4, 2000. Will invited Patrick and Thomas over to a cook out, and they both brought their instruments. The threesome learned two whole songs, and the idea of a band was formed. At some point Patrick mentioned that his then roommate, Brian, played bass. Will gave Brian a demo, and Brian joined. Meanwhile, Brad, Will’s bongo player for his two-man show and roommate, was working for 40 dollars a week in Mexico. When school at Clemson University started, Brad came back and the band had their first full practice. They proceeded to practice from September to February. They played a couple open mic nights and had the pleasure of opening up for both Almost Steve and Snap Robinson as well as headlining a few gigs of their own. Although Lost only lasted a short time, the members made lifelong memories and broke up on good terms.

For the year of 2002 Will spent most of his time redefining his acoustic show. He learned new and more diverse music and practiced at “The Playground” in Augusta during Thursday Open Mic Nights. He developed the goals of playing more dynamic solos and improving his voice range. In 2003, Will played Moose Mountain Coffee House in Charleston for a better part of the past two summers. He enjoyed the beautiful rooftop deck of 11 Center Street the Summer of 2004, and in 2005 Will is breaking back into the bar scene with the help of the release of his new acoustic CD, Blue Horizons. About his musical career Will says:

“In the past few years I’ve realized that performing is not just a past time for me, it is my passion. Whether in an eclectic funk rock band, or in grass-roots two man show, or as heartfelt solo artist, I will always be somewhere playing and singing.”

Lyrics

Prufrock

Written By: Will Lawton

“Prufrock”
WWL III
2001

Well, I guess time is a window,
Falling towards my death.
Countless memories of wasted energy,
Leave me at home in bed.
So, I make myself known to this world,
But this world isn’t known at all.
Colorful ladies seem to talk talk talk,
But for all of their talk, it’s just talk.

Lying on my back again,
The ceiling paint is flaking.
Awkward memories reside here.
Sounding out to what my friends,
They say I am mistaken,
Falling into the same old lie again.
Falling into the same old dream.

I brushed my teeth before I called you,
And at the time, I guess it made sense.
It didn’t seem to help my words with direction,
But they certainly smelled eloquent.
I said, “I have everything I want in this world,
Right inside my head.
Oh, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant at all.”
But then, it never is.

Lying on my back again,
The ceiling paint is flaking.
Awkward memories belong here.
Sounding out to what my friends,
They say-they say I am mistaken,
Falling into the same old lie again.
Falling into the same old dream.

Please don’t wake me.

‘And all the women come and go,’
Their arrogance, it rapes me.
Preying on my innocent,
Face.
But this fickle flippant world would shun my fate,
If you would only be here when I wake.
This fickle flippant world would shun my fate,
If you could only be here when I wake.

Please don’t wake me.

Calling to the Night

Written By: Will Lawton

I’m calling to the night,
To bring back my name.
A dusty mirror,
Isn’t the same.

And I could have loved you,
For the rest of my life.
Opening doors, pulling out chairs,
And kissing your eyes.

Please.
Please.

I’m whistling in the dark,
When shadows replace,
With every reflection,
But I swear it’s your face.

And this cold, cold water,
Washes me clean.
I drum up my future,
And go back to sleep.

Please.
Please.

I open the window.
I smell the fresh air.
I’m breathing for two now.
I’m breathing for two now.

Please.

Cloudy Days

Written By: Will Lawton

And I wake up in the morning to see the forecast on your face.
The sun is shining, but it won’t stay long, for you say I bring the rain.
Still it’s just another cloudy day
The sun is shining but still you’re calling for rain.
You take your problems that you created and you throw them all one me.
The thoughts of good times well they’ve faded because I’ve caused you so much pain.
Still it’s just another cloudy day.
The sun is shining but still you’re calling for rain.

But now I’m wasted and it’s hard to see through your cloudy days.
I can’t feel your pain but now I hope you’ll go away.
I can’t help but hurt when the lights go out and a cold shoulder you turn.
It’s so hard to live in cloudy days while my sun still burns.

You say you’ll be back soon, but you’re still leaving. You have to get away from the pain.
So, I stopped off at the pawn shop and sold your sofa the next day.
With all your lies you bring on cloudy days.
Living with you just brought on the rain.
Then, you came back. I couldn’t believe it. Why’d you leave me then, anyway?
You asked for you grandma’s antique armchair, but I sold it yesterday.
Now, I don’t care about your cloudy days.
Living with your just brought on the pain.

But now I’m wasted and it’s hard to see through your cloudy days.
I can’t feel your pain but now I hope you’ll go away.
I can’t help but hurt when the lights go out and a cold shoulder you turn.
It’s so hard to live in cloudy days while my sun still burns.

Strange weather- So I asked my brother, “Why’d she leave me all alone?”
A simple answer. All he gave me. So confused I went home.
And he told me you were searching for the truth.
So I asked him, “Why’d she end up with you?”
And the day ends. So, the nights, and he leaves the room with you.
But I don’t care. I thank my brother. For at least he told me the truth.
And now I know what I have to do.
I’ll find another girl that can lie much better than you.

And we’ll be singing . . .

Cloudy days- Still my life goes on.
Cloudy days- And I’m left here all alone.
Cloudy days- Yes, I know the rain will come.
Cloudy days- But my sun will soon burn.

Discography

Blue Horizons (2005)

Set List

Sweet Illusions
In My Life, The Beatles
Paradise
Down Under, Men at Work
Back Alley Blues
50 Ways to Leave Your Lover, Simon and Garfunkle
The Dave Brubeck Song
Daughters, John Mayer
Cold Burn
Steal My Kisses, Ben Harper
Tears In Heaven, Eric Clapton
Grey Street, Dave Matthews Band
Lava Lamp
Breakdown, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Xavier
Wind Cries Mary
Blue Horizon
Wrapped Around Your Finger, The Police
The Beer Song
Mercutio