"Cherry Season" is the first track from The DoneFors new album - Award Winning Album (Independent, 2011).  Written by front-woman Janine Stoll after a week-long songwriting retreat in Wells, BC, the song had quick potential.  The DoneFors arranged the song as a group and created a solid demo version of the song which was used as part of their proposal for Grant applications.  FACTOR awarded The DoneFors' with an independent recording loan which allowed the band to record in professional studios with highly-talented musical geniuses.  Recorded by Jeremy Darby at Canterbury Music Co., mixed by Michael Phillip Wojewoda at Box Office Poison Inc, and mastered by Joao Carvalho at Joao Carvalho Mastering - the production value is high.  We hope you love the track as much as we do.

Cherry Season

LYRICS
All the lucid dreamers
Floating through the sea
Dreaming under water
With all the sad babies
Broken boat above ‘em
Water turns to oil
Moving in slow motion
When the water starts to boil
Silly lucid dreamers
Bellies in the sun
Beaches full of bodies
Now your dreaming days are done

* Put a prophet in a jar
Bury it in the ground
In a thousand years
You will hear
Wolf sounds

Orange town is crying
Buried in a sham
Practical of jokers
With a pearl in a clam
Silly town crier
Sleeping through the news
Lucid in your dreaming
Now your baby sings the blues

*Chorus

Award Winning Album

Wolf Sounds

Produced by George Massenburg, Richard King and The DoneFors
Mixed and mastered by Brian Lahaie
Recorded @ McGill University Studio by George Massenburg and Richard King

Lead Me

Would you lead me out in to the water
Lay me down in the arms of the sea
Oh lord I’m set in stone
Would you lead me out in to the water
Lay me down in the arms of the sea
Oh lord I’m set in stone

I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting
Set in stone
I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting
Set in stone

Would you lead me out across these borders
Where the mist cloaks around my head
Oh lord I’m set in stone
Would you lead me out across these borders
Where the mist cloaks around my head
Oh lord I’m set in stone

I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting
Set in stone
I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting
Set in stone
I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting
Set in stone
I’ve been waiting I’ve been waiting
Set in stone

They carve my numbers ‘1984’ into stone
They drew a line from the day I was born
To the day that I die
I don’t care about the line
As long as it points to you – 1984

Lush Life Below the Poverty Line

Lead Me

Produced by George Massenburg, Richard King and The DoneFors
Recorded @ McGill University Studio by George Massenburg and Richard King
Recorded @ World Record Studios by John MacLean
Mixed and mastered by Brian Lahaie

Pouring Room

Diesel at the frozen dawn can turn your insides green
Dig your nails in to peel the skin of a rock-hard tangerine
Climb up in the back of a paddy wagon
Just to thaw the winter from your ands
It’s too cold to be a rambling man
When the snow takes on a city

The liquor board will pull you through to the very glimpse of spring
Your head could pound against the ground until you don’t feel a thing
All the lions will stay indoors
When the ice extends the length of shores
Old Saddy sleeps on a checkerboard
When the show takes on a city

So what do you have to prove to you?
Go make your case in a pouring room
Where fish will fry
And the birds will stew

Petunia always told me that I didn’t know her name
She said despite my appetite it was the other girls to blame
Love and money soon run dry ’til your roof becomes a rusty sky
Good days are gone but so am I
And Petunia is a fiction

So what do you have to prove to you?
Go make your case in a pouring room
Where fish will fry
And the birds will stew

Pouring Room

Produced by The DoneFors
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Brian Lahaie
Recorded @ McGill University Studio by Padraig Buttner, Pouya Hamidi and Stuart Fraser

Tomorrow is a Brand New Day

Maybe I am the worst kind of partner
Because I think being lost is handy
And if you were smart
You’d never make me a mother
Because no one wishes
For a broken family

So give me a shove
Off the shore my love
And make it all go away

For you the sun will rise
On a brand new tide
And tomorrow is a brand new day

Maybe this is the worst kind of lonely
It’s the kind that makes you stop believing
In good things in the mail
On the way to good people
The bad things seem to be
What I am receiving

So put me on a plane
But don’t ask me where it’s blowing to
Just make the blue turn to grey

For you the birds will sing
On a brand new wing
And tomorrow is a brand new day

Tomorrow is a Brand New Day

Produced by The DoneFors
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Brian Lahaie
Recorded @ McGill University Studio by Padraig Buttner, Pouya Hamidi and Stuart Fraser

Watertower

Meet me on the corner with a flask of see-what-happens
Be there on the money with all the weapons ready
You can be the lookout I will be the heavy
meet me on the corner with a flask of see-what-happens

The news boys are waiting for the worst to happen
(seen it before)
They’re salivating for the next disaster
(dogs by the door)
Just think about how well-fed the vultures will be
(it’s never enough)
Meet me on the corner with a flask of see-what-happens

Under a covered sky
Send off the birds in flight
Wait for a signal light to burn through
I’ve got a steady hand
Waiting for your command
Under covered skies I’ll cover you

Meet me on the corner under the broken street light
(I’m scared to go)
Be there on the money before the red moon rises
(I just don’t know)
You can be the watcher I will be the runner
(What if we fail?)
Meet me on the corner with a flash off see-what-happens

Under a covered sky
Send off the birds in flight
Wait for a signal light to burn through
I’ve got a steady hand
Waiting for your command
Under covered skies I’ll cover you

Here it comes like a bomb in your backyard
Everyone duck and run through the boulevard
Lie in wait, breath-bated in a Trojan horse
All the old folks watch the neighbourhood from the front porch

Fall down fall down fall down
Roll down roll down roll down

Watertower

Produced by George Massenburg, Richard King and The DoneFors
Recorded @ McGill University Studio by George Massenburg and Richard King
Recorded @ World Record Studio by John MacLean
Mixed and mastered by Brian Lahaie

Under a Covered Sky

Meet me on the corner with a flask of see-what-happens
Be there on the money with all the weapons ready
You can be the lookout I will be the heavy
meet me on the corner with a flask of see-what-happens

The news boys are waiting for the worst to happen
(seen it before)
They’re salivating for the next disaster
(dogs by the door)
Just think about how well-fed the vultures will be
(it’s never enough)
Meet me on the corner with a flask of see-what-happens

Under a covered sky
Send off the birds in flight
Wait for a signal light to burn through
I’ve got a steady hand
Waiting for your command
Under covered skies I’ll cover you

Meet me on the corner under the broken street light
(I’m scared to go)
Be there on the money before the red moon rises
(I just don’t know)
You can be the watcher I will be the runner
(What if we fail?)
Meet me on the corner with a flash off see-what-happens

Under a covered sky
Send off the birds in flight
Wait for a signal light to burn through
I’ve got a steady hand
Waiting for your command
Under covered skies I’ll cover you

Here it comes like a bomb in your backyard
Everyone duck and run through the boulevard
Lie in wait, breath-bated in a Trojan horse
All the old folks watch the neighbourhood from the front porch

Fall down fall down fall down
Roll down roll down roll down

Under a Covered Sky

Produced by The DoneFors
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Brian Lahaie
Recorded @ Glenn Gould Studio by John MacLean

Gichigami

She’s the white moving of my skin
She’s the darkest, deepest I have known
Even though I come seeking isolation
She don’t seem to leave my trail alone

All the lakes and rivers bow before her
Ever tree root seeks her confidence
Every word you tell her she keeps silent
Ever swell and sway a mortal dance

Now I’m here it seems so clear
The moment her face appears
I never knew that I could fear
Superior

She will draw the damaged and the doomed
All the wayward swinging by a rope
Let your hair down when you reach her shores
She is the custodian of hope

In her mirror I disappear
And suddenly all is clear
I never knew I could revere
Superior

She’s the white…

Gichigami

Produced by The DoneFors
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Brian Lahaie
Recorded @ Canterbury Music Company by Jeremy Darby
Recorded @ World Record Studios by John MacLean

Colicky Heart

Would you boy? I’ve got a squish for you
Is it your cancer that I’m so beholden to?
What’s your condition?
Would you debrief my brain?
With the footnote rendition
Sum up the sad refrain

Would you boy? Bite off a piece of me?
Show me that you’re tough, tough, tougher
Then you appear to be
Fly me to Barcelona
Show me the weight of your words
And I will show you something
Uh oh, I will show you!

I’ll get your goat to the rendering plant
Just for kicks, babe, just for laughs
I’ll watch your strung up with the calves
I am a mean, mean woman
But I’m the kindest one you know
And I will deal another blow
And you will deal…

Skeleton of a building
Soon after a burn
I would love to be beautiful like that
But I will wait my turn
Got a colicky heart on the line
And a million miles to go
To blow, to blow where the wind blows
Soon I’m gonna know

Would you boy
Get this shit off of my plate
Inject me full of Hollywood
Until I recuperate
Mount me on a pony
Atop a Ferris wheel in London town
Bring my body back to the ground
Plant french kisses on my frown

I’ll get your goat
All good and liquored up
Just for laughs, babe, just for kicks
I’ll leave you stranded in the sticks
Maybe your should call your mother
Tell her just how bad it goes
And I will deal another blow
And you will deal… you will deal

Skeleton of a building
Soon after a burn
I would love to be beautiful like that
But I will wait my turn
Got a colicky heart on the line
And a million miles to go
To blow, to blow where the wind blows
Soon I’m gonna know

Colicky Heart

Words and music by J. Stoll
©2010 The DoneFors
Arrangement by The DoneFors
Recorded at Canterbury Music Company, 2011

Wait oh wait
Where you running to?
From the arms of your insatiable lover
To a town line out of view
And if you’ve gotta run
I’m not chasing after you

We saw the rigs work the highway like a conga line
‘Neath the backdrop of a Windsor sunset
Gray fields and white pine
Though there’s romance in perpetual motion
The road ain’t no love of mine

* Will you go
Will you go
If I tell you don’t
The tubes will burn out
On this old radio
Oh wait
Oh wait
Oh wait
Oh wait

Wait oh wait
I’ve got a better offer I suppose
Close your eyes for a moment, my darling
Can’t you see my figure juxtaposed
On the sound stage of how you envision
The way your movie goes

* Chorus

Words and music by J. Stoll
©2008 The DoneFors
Arrangement by The DoneFors
Recorded live off the floor at B. Lahaie’s studio Apr. 2008

Call in a favour
Come and take a look
Better tell the preacher
Better bring his book
They say she’s been touched
And now she’s rolling in the mud
I’ve got a sinner in my blood

I’ve been lonely and baby you’re a lion
Eat my heart out, save me from the sighing
I ain’t budgin’ for no fool man
‘Cause no fool man can move

So put me in a room
And swallow down the key
Render me a wordless
Muted amputee
I’ll turn them padded walls
Into fire wood
‘Cause I’ve got a nomad in my blood

Chorus

So praise all o’ them husbands
Drunk on apathy
Hail to them women
Breathin’ ennui
I’ been savin’
A lap dance for the judge
‘Cause I got a razor in my blood

Chorus

You keep me tied up
To a hitchin’ post
I’ll take my clothes off
And offer up a toast
This one’s for the funny bones
Who make the bad look good
I got a poet in…



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In My Blood

Words and music by J. Stoll
©2006 The DoneFors
Arrangement by The DoneFors
Recorded live off the floor at B. Lahaie’s studio Apr. 2008

Play me a pretty ditty, baby
I wore this dress for you
Can we kick off our shoes?
Stop dancing to drink some booze?
Before you walk me home at two would you place me a song?

You are a humble little rooster
When you tickle my ivories
Seems Thursdays were made for these
Stolen glances and bucklin’ knees
I’m beggin’ you baby, please
Won’t you play me a song?

You bandage up my blistered toes
My getaway sticks need no pantyhose
Your apartment is in my nose
‘Cause that’s the way what we got goes

The rain is breathing down our necks
According to the Farmer’s Almanac
But we got fifty-two to stack
You’re my funny, crazy eight

Some day we’ll bail on the city
Settle down some place clean
Where the sky s blue and clean
We’ll make our own hipster scene
You’ll be king, baby, I’ll be queen
When you play me a song

We can play at playing house
I’ll pretend to be the perfect spouse
It’s not like we got dreams to dowse
This is all just make-believe

We don’t have to speak about how we feel
We just hit play and watch the reel
Who needs true love when there’s cards to deal?
My sweet little, crazy eight

Next you make me miss a turn
Pick up two, I start to squirm
You’re lucky that you’re handsome

You put on your best gangster face
Drop a hint and drop an ace
Put on your cement shoes, baby
Doll face wants to kiss you

Crazy Eight

Words and music by J. Stoll
©2006 The DoneFors
Arrangement by The DoneFors
Recorded live off the floor at B. Lahaie’s studio Nov. 2007

How I wish I had a rocket ship to blast out into the atmosphere
With my face on every billboard in the galaxy
I’d be some universal celebrity
And maybe you would think about me

How I wish I were a juggernaut, to leave you visibly distraught
But I don’t make you double over I can’t make you cry
How many fires do I start before you bat an eye?
And maybe make you think about me

Wax my legs to pass the time
Sober friends and too much wine
You will be my valentine
If it’s the last thing you do

Carve your name across my chest
Do anything that you request
With all this love I must profess
I am such a loser

Wish I had a red canoe, oh I forgot of course I do
But floating without paddles in a dirty lake
Only offers dysentery and bellyache
But maybe I would forget about you

Sleep all day to lose my mind
Dream about you, how I long and pine
You will be my valentine
If it’s the last thing you do

Carve your name across my chest
Do anything that you request
With all this love I must profess
I am such a loser

I’ll be running naked full tilt down the street
Waiting for the cops to come and arrest me
And then at 6pm maybe you will see me on TV
I’ll be the one who’s all blurry in the private parts
And you’ll be swelling with love in your heart

I wish you saw the better side of all the love I would provide
Maybe some day if you heard me sing
Well you would toss your wedding ring
And maybe you would fall in love with me

Wax my legs to pass the time
Sober friends and too much wine
You will be my valentine
If it’s the last thing you do

Carve your name across my chest
Do anything that you request
With all this love I must profess
I am such a loser

The Last Thing You Do

The DoneFors formed in 2006 and comprise acclaimed singer-songwriter Janine Stoll, electric guitar player/songwriter Paul MacDougall, electric bass player/songwriter Liam Smith, and drummer Brian Lahaie. Intrinsically multi-phonic yet cohesive, The DoneFors prove to be nomadic in their musical influences. Elements of rock, contemporary pop, progressive folk, jazz, world music and country merge to bolster The DoneFors’ signature sound which they’ve coined Canadiana Vanguard — a musical expression that spans genres, stretches boundaries, and stays rooted in an instrument’s organic sound. The DoneFors make a valiant attempt to defy what is hip in order to make music for musicians, music for pets, and music for music lovers to discover and appreciate when The DoneFors have died; literally.

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