unfinished thoughts (album)

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about

The Caretakers emerged from one of the original hubs of Canadian music—Hamilton, Ontario in 2007—although the trio could just as easily have stepped off the stage of Café Wha? in Greenwich Village circa 1964. With folk music at their roots and the cultural grit of a working-class-city upbringing, Jeffrey C. Martin, Lena Montecalvo and Norm Van Bergen fuse rich Peter, Paul and Mary-style harmonies with REM-inspired melodies and swampy ‘70s southern rock grooves.

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The band describes their first full-length offering, Unfinished Thoughts as “a snapshot of the world we live in today.” Lyrically, the album is a cutting statement on contemporary western society—war, politics, animal cruelty, propaganda and urban chaos. But it also evokes thoughts on God, spirituality, love and family. Martin’s lyrics are thought provoking, Montecalvo’s vocals are powerful, and Van Bergen’s 12-string acoustic guitar provides an anchor for the trio’s lush harmonies.

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"Making obvious comparisons to the likes of Peter, Paul and Mary would be a little misleading, as the music of the Caretakers is a little more complex. Their name says it all – they write about issues that matter and they sing because their hearts are on their sleeves. As the Caretakers get on their proverbial soapbox, there’s that definite ‘60s folk influences that permeates some of the protest feel to the songs on Unfinished Thoughts but you could mix in some ‘70s southern rock or even early ‘80s new–wave/neo–psychedelic into the mix."
Ric Taylor, VIEW Magazine

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“The Caretakers debut album captures the spirit of easy going indie folk-rock with a poignant message. Unfinished Thoughts is fresh, offers up some diverse songwriting, and has groove and intrigue. The Caretakers album release party was one of the year’s best."
Michael Keire, Co-producer, Vibewrangler Studio

credits

released July 1, 2010

All songs © 2010 Jeffrey C. Martin (SOCAN) except Daddy Laughed © 2010 Jeffrey C. Martin and Lena Montecalvo
Produced by Glen Marshall and Michael Keire
Engineering by Jon Daly
Recorded at Vibewrangler Studio and Catharine North, Hamilton, Canada
Mixed by Glen Marshall and Michael Keire at Vibewrangler Studio
Mastered by Tim Branson at Joao Carvalho Mastering, Toronto, Canada
Concept by Jeffrey C. Martin
Album design by Kara Smith
CD Jacket Photography: Bob Hatcher
Photography Bob Hatcher, Kara Smith, Al Cannon

Vocals | Jeffrey C. Martin, Lena Montecalvo, Norm Van Bergen
12-string guitar | Norm Van Bergen
Acoustic guitars | Jeffrey C. Martin, Jesse Lewis, Nick Cino
Lead guitars | Ed Mitchell, Mike Ventimiglia
Slide guitar | Barry Mac
Bass | Carl Jennings, Dave Marini, Jesse Lewis
Drums | Tim Jennings, Dan Stadjuhar
Mandolin | Mike Trebilcock, Mike McCurlie
Percussion | Lena Montecalvo, Tim Jennings

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Track Name: it's thinking time
It's thinking time in the daytime
It's thinking time in the night
It's thinking time in the daytime
It's thinking time in the night

Sitting at home and listening to the radio
High-grade grass you know it was from Ontario
The man in stereo says the news is bad, but we’re so glad
Northwest winds moving in, you know that can't be so bad
So you've got to sit at home and listen to the radio
Smokin' high-grade grass you know she said it came from Ontario

Chorus

Skies coming down all around, makes the streets so damn pretty
No school no books no roads you're off the hook, in a snow-blinded city
Word on the wild wild web says you might as well head on back to bed
There's nothing you can do no matter what your IQ sleepyhead
So you've got to sit at home and listen to the radio
Smokin' high-grade grass you know she said it came from Ontario

Chorus
Track Name: pretty (can't find love)
Pretty rows of houses
With lots of pretty lights
Pretty people having five and dime affairs
With the pretty no names of a lonely night

Pretty cars in driveways
With pretty double-car garage
Pretty storefronts selling cocaine candy
To pretty people in the Land of Oz

Chorus
Can’t find love, you can’t find love
No you can’t find love, anymore
Can’t find love, you can’t find love
No you can’t feel love, anymore

Look at all the pretty steel towers
With lots of pretty glass
Pretty teams making fame and fortune
For pretty priests at the Wall Street mass

Chorus

Pretty rows of houses
With lots of pretty lights

Chorus
Track Name: blue skies (song for afghanistan)
Blue skies in a daylight daydream
Freedom fighters, fighting for you and me
In the name of the twenty-first century (you're gonna see)
Blue skies in a daylight daydream

Breakdown at the border crossing lines
Playgrounds of guns and mortar and might
Shakedown of law and order tonight (there's gonna be)
Breakdown at the border crossing lines

Chorus

Peacemaking here, there and everywhere
There’s a fever, feel it risin’ in the air
So fragile got to handle with loving care or it will be
War weeping, no peacekeeping anywhere

Chorus
Track Name: daddy laughed
Tall lankey grass higher than I have grown
Findin’ my way back to where I think I came from
Daddy and fishin’ poles, lemonade, waterin’ holes
Braids in my hair, velvet rock on my soles

Chorus
Daddy, daddy it’s cold in the water
Silly, silly you’re silly my daughter
Daddy laughed, daddy laughed daddy laughed
Daddy laughed, oh my daddy laughed

Minnows are slippin’ through fingers to freedom
Face getting’ freckly, the sun is the reason
Sit on the tailgate, eat my fried chicken
Sleep with my canopy, willows are breathin’

Chorus
Track Name: dark roads
Did you trade your god for guns?
Did you sell your daughters for sons?
Have you washed away the tears with rain?
Have you packaged your pity with their pain?

Did you give away day for night?
Did you lose humanity in a fight?
Have you turned your back to the morning sun?
Will you take your blindness on the run?

Chorus
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads everywhere
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads you don’t care

Did you peddle your freedom for fame?
Did you find your truths in a poker game?
Have you walked away from a child in need?
Do you laugh when you turn and hear them scream?

Tell me what you believe
What makes you cry, what makes you bleed?
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads everywhere
Dark roads going nowhere
Dark roads you don’t care

Did you trade your god for guns?
Sell your daughters for sons?
Have you washed away the tears with rain?
Package your pity with their pain?

Chorus
Track Name: manhattan's basement
Just a cold grey city
It doesn’t look pretty
A trash can of sleeze
And social disease
Rejects in the gutter
The kids choose another
Playing games of amazement
In Manhattan’s basement

Chorus
New York City
Rotted to the core
New York City
I’m going back for more

Walk in central park
But you don’t go after dark
It’s a green paradise of preservation
Where the trees and birds are saved from urbanization
From Strawberry Fields to Grand Central Station

Chorus
Track Name: are you free on sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
I’ve got to talk with you
I’ve got to walk with you
Can I see you, can I meet you
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?

I’ve got to demonstrate
Across from Heaven’s gate
Can you see us, can you meet us
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?

Are you free on Sunday?
Guess you’ve got to stay there
Cause everybody prays there
Can we see you, can we meet you
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?
Are you free on Sunday?

Are you free on Sunday?
Track Name: animal fever
Locked at will in pens and cages
Factory farms and circus stages
Sad and cold as winter rain
When does it stop, when does it change?
So much pain, so much suffering
Leaves my mind numb, leaves me wondering

Peacock feathered hats of sorts
Endangered coats and wraps and so much more
Yes Grade A meat is murder
There’s no defense for the butcher, or the sheepherder
Must be their sad, cold pathology
A disordered hurt, and personality

Fake fur hunts and pet store training
Cats and dogs but hey it's not raining
Watchful wildlife welfare cops
Suspicious minds and body shops
Pools of sorrow, hands of tyranny
Cries from nature of injusticies

Locked at will in pens and cages
Factory farms and circus stages
Sad and cold as winter rain
When does it stop, when does it change?
Track Name: why oh why
Why does it seem
The world paints in shades of grey and green
That's what they say, what does it mean?
What does it mean,
When life becomes a freak show
Well I just don't know
Got no time for rainbows
Don't know which way to go
It's not what you're sayin'
It's not what you're thinkin'
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why, will I die, should I cry?
Why oh why Lord, why oh why?
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why oh why?

And why do they say
Count your blessings each and every day
Think I lost you somewhere 'long the way
Along the way
You walk before you run
You learned to use a gun
Shot a man in cold blood
Outside the lonely hearts club
It's not what we’re sayin'
It's not what we’re thinkin'
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why, should I cry, will I die?
Why oh why Lord, why oh why?
I'm goin' insane you know
Can't you see it's breakin' me
Why oh why oh why?
Track Name: seven monkeys on my back
The fields are flooding across the Plains
First Nations rise, avenging blame
The currency traders are putting us all to shame

Kyoto’s deep-frying in Japan
The world’s on alert “Beware of Man”
The carbon makers are getting mad, it’s so sad

The Queen had tea and a fall from grace
Advertising men always in your face
The Washington Post died I heard on Tuesday

The mad scientists are now making a case
New gods in the Frankenstein race
Even good looks won’t get you there it’s bad taste

Helen Keller liked what she couldn’t see
Karl Marx paid he didn’t write for free
Now court jester’s on the loose, it’s a tragedy

Kennedy died in a mystery
What can you do he said to me
It’s not about you my son it’s not about me

The doctors put a madman inside my head
Some heavy baggage but I’ve got no trip I said, I’ve got
Seven monkeys on my back, a new working class
Seven monkeys on my back, a new working class
Seven monkeys on my back, a new working class

The fields are flooding across the Plains
First Nations rise, avenging blame
The currency traders still putting us all to shame
The currency traders still putting us all to shame