Jaxon Haldane

by Jaxon Haldane

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Jaxon's first solo CD. Features many great musicians from Winnipeg's roots scene.

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released November 15, 2009

Kelly Castle- Congas
Ashley Roch-Organ (8)
Big Dave Maclean- Spoken Word
Tania Elizabeth- Fiddle
Gord Kidder - Harmonica
Tom Fodey - Bass, Percussion, Acoustic Guitar (4)
Keri Latimer -Backing Vocals, Theremin
Chris Carmichael - Drums, Electric Guitar (5)
Grant Siemens - Steel, Organ(10), Electric Guitar (8,10, 11)
Jaxon - Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Toy Piano, Canjo, Percussion

Recorded and Produced by Jaxon Haldane at Beverland
Tracks 10, 11 and additional overdubs by Len Milne at Bedside Studios

Thanks to: Chopper and Twisty, my family, Don Huebert, the musicians, Lenny, Sid, Romi, my bands - D.Rangers and Jackpine, Shawna Cooper, the Gosses, John Scoles and the HLC gang, Mitch and Ava, Anna P, the Dollartone clan.

Hammertone Amps and KEL Audio mics were used to record this album... homegrown sound, Winnipeg rules.
Art by Peter Kralik and Jesse Riemer

Made in Canada

All songs written by J. Haldane
Copyright 2009 Dollartone Records
321 Beverley St. Winnipeg MB
Canada R3G 1T6

Mastered by Scott Pinder at Polyphonic Labs

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Jaxon Haldane Winnipeg, Manitoba

Jaxon Haldane reveres tradition while retaining a distinct modernism. His ability to combine the visceral intensity of punk rock or dixieland, with the soul stirring emotion of vintage country and blues is emboldened by his songwriting. The result is a gumbo - rich and spicy. Earthy, yet sweet. Rustic, but refined enough that you know a real chef is in the kitchen... one who cooks with love. ... more

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Track Name: Drip Dry
A drip dry wedding dress,
That's what they say she has.
She'd make a good wife,
If you're planning on a short life.
'Cause in six months or less,
She'll find a new address,
With the guy that lines up next,
To get his tux pressed

Well All the boys in town who know from women,
Say she's not the kind of girl to take back home.
If all you want from love's a rollercoaster,
She's just the kind of ride you wanna go on.

No sense of self respect,
but there's a cure for that.
She'll keep her ego revved.
With all that empty sex.
And all those fawning men,
With their free beer and gin,
Who take her home with them
Time and again.

Well All the boys in town who know from women,
Say she's not the kind of girl to take back home.
If all you've ever been is broken hearted
She's just the kind of girl you've always known

A drip dry wedding dress,
That's what they say she has.
She'd make a good wife,
If you're planning on a short life.
'Cause in six months or less,
She'll find a new address,
With the guy that lines up next,
To get his tux pressed.
Track Name: Whiskey & Water
She works behind the bar,
He's up on the bandstand.
Someday when they're sober,
He'll ask for her hand.
But whiskey and water,
And cheers after cheers,
Don't leave too much fodder
For nothing but tears.

Long nights on the highway,
Perched behind the wheel,
He thinks of that roadhouse,
And how she might feel.
If that barroom rages,
On Saturday night,
She'll be making good wages,
And dying inside.

Such love from a distance,
Keeps taking it's toll.
A flood of emotion,
washed empty their souls.
And she don't want loving,
That ain't real secure.
And he never said nothing,
About being for sure.

She works behind the bar,
He's up on the bandstand.
Someday when they're sober,
They'll understand
That whiskey and water,
Is a dangerous blend,
That caused two to falter,
And this is the end.
Track Name: French Toast
I ain't got no secrets,
Not too many friends.
And it's not that folks won't spill,
I just can't seem to bottle 'em in.
I've tried some patience.
Misused some trust.
If you wanna shoot the breeze,
I'll blow you over with a gust.

We all got problems,
Another monkey on the back.
I ain't hooked on speed or weed,
Booze or blow, smack or crack.
No Texas Holdem,
I don't go to the track.
But I'd backstab my best friend,
To get the new girl in the sack.

I love home cooking,
I'm the consummate host.
When I dip bread in egg and fry it,
It's called French Toast.
I don't know who coined that,
But it's all the same.
Just 'cause you don't like the Frogs,
Don't mean you get to change the name.

We're up in arms over freedom,
I keep hearing 'bout hate.
Another couple of good American inventions,
The world don't appreciate.
They're all complaining,
About how we choose to play.
But I figure if you own it,
It's yours to piss away.
Track Name: Old Man Trouble
Old Man Trouble,
Got a lot on his mind.
Old Man Trouble,
He's the restless kind.
Got me seeing double.
Up all night,
But it's alright.

Mistress Burden,
Came to my shack.
Mistress Burden,
Climbed right on my back.
Now I'm hurtin'
Way off track,
But it's all right

Lady Luck,
She don't play for free.
Lady Luck,
She's aloof with me,
And I don't give a fuck,
'Cause it's plain to see,
That it's alright.
Track Name: Good To Roll
When I'm talkin',
More than I'm listenin'
And I'm staggering more than I stand.

And I slobber,
my tequila,
And the audience, can't hear the band.

I'm pathetic,
I'm a loser,
I'm completely out of control.

But you can take me,
Back to your house,
I still feel good to roll.

Are you tired?
maybe nervous?
Just chicken, or are you queer?

Do you still live,
With your mama?
Did you drink too many beer?

Why are you so,
Apprehensive?
What's that look there, on your face?

If my boyfriend,
weren't on the sofa,
I'd take you back to my place.

Now I'm talkin',
more than I'm listenin',
And I'm staggering more than I stand.

But I'm feeling,
Like a woman.
Are you fixin' to be my man?
Track Name: New Stoner Song
I ain't got nothing to do,
pour me a shot or two.

I ain't got nothing to do,
spark up a bowl or two.

Let all the others,
Deal with the bought and sold.
Five days of working a week,
Just seems the same old.
Same old, same old
I ain't got nothing to do.

I'll write me,
A new stoner song.
It don't seem to take too long.

Pull on the pipe,
push the pen.
Sing it for all my friends.

Let all the others,
Deal with the bought and sold.
Five days of working a week,
Just seems the same old.
Same old, same old
I ain't got nothing to do.

My woman's,
The dangerous kind,
But I'm just a sketchy guy.

Let all the others,
Deal with the bought and sold.
Five days of working a week,
Just seems the same old.
Same old, same old
I ain't got nothing to do.
Track Name: Born Free
I'd have wanted more from life,
If I'd have known the difference,
Always something needs fixing on the farm.
Soldiers on horses came riding from places afar.

I was always taken with,
The notion that I had a gift,
but now I'll never ply a trade.
Sent here to die for a country I don't care to save.

Born free, ain't what it used to be
And I'd like to believe, that it ever meant a thing.
Born free, It's all news to me.
And I'm starting to believe, that it never meant an thing.

Sleep beside the cannon ball,
wait for final nightfall
with none but God to hear me pray.
I've nothing but hatred and scorn left to take to my grave.
Track Name: Naomi
In my final hours,
Of earthly existence,
The ice it is setting on my cold heart.

Not known in my lifetime,
for shame or remorsing,
This dark tale unto you I must impart.

I came here a runnin'
And that's how I'll stay.
Unless I tell you how.
Naomi, fair Naomi,
Wound up in the ground.

The orphan Naomi,
Both supple and tender,
though field work had toughened her hands and feet,

Loved dining and dancing,
And most earthly pleasures.
We'd roll on the floor and between the sheets.

But one summer day,
Mother stopped me to say,
"It's Martha you will wed"
Naomi, poor Naomi,
Better off dead.

I tricked poor Naomi,
She climbed on my horse,
But she stayed in Deep River long after I crossed.

I went to court Martha,
The sherrif came there.
I saw the cold body and just stroked its hair.

The mood of the town,
Was to lynch me it seemed,
So I resolved to run.
Naomi, cold Naomi,
What have I done?

In my final hours,
Of earthly existence,
The ice it is setting on my cold heart.