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released February 7, 2017

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Claire Porter & the Stouts Montreal, Québec

Claire Porter is a singer/songwriter hailing from Newfoundland, currently residing in Montreal. She's inspired by everything from hard blues to soft folk and mixes all of that inspiration into new songs that sound like you've heard them before. Her strong voice sends shivers down your spine and her melodies take you far and wide, with her Stouts or solo. Peach is her first all original album. ... more

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Track Name: Cut From the Same Cloth
1. Bury me in a black and white shroud
Make sure no one talks too loud
Wrap me up tight the way you held me close
We're cut from the same cloth.
2. Bury me when the East wind blows
When the crow flies and the snow still blows
Make sure you kiss me on my cold dead nose
We're cut from the same cloth.
v. Warp and weave, we have the same needs
Rum and coke and a little whiskey
Knit and purl, slip one past your knees
Weʼre cut from the same cloth.
3. Everyone knows Iʼm coarse and brave
Donʼt need no epitaph, no quotes on my grave
You know me better than I know myself
Weʼre cut from the same cloth.
5. Light a cigarette for each day I breathed
Hold a handkerchief with dandified ease
Make sure each pallbearer has tattooed sleeves
Weʼre cut from the same cloth.
6. And you know if I donʼt go first
Iʼll throw flowers in front of your hearse
Roses ʻn clover, bleeding hearts and lilies
Weʼre cut from the same cloth.
v. Warp and weave, we have the same needs
Rum and coke and a little whiskey
Knit and purl, slip one past your knees
Weʼre cut from the same cloth.
4. I need a night more blue than black
Cold and windy, donʼt forget that
Make sure youʼre dressed for when the East wind blows
Weʼre cut from the same cloth.
v. Warp and weave, we have the same needs
Rum and coke and a little whiskey
Knit and purl, slip one past your knees
Weʼre cut from the same cloth.
Track Name: Waste My Money
Claire Porter; lead vocals & guitar, Shayne Gryn; guitar & backing vocals, Jo Mitriovic; recording, mixing & mastering
Track Name: Peach
1. Ainʼt I a peach?
I do whatʼs got to get done
And when Iʼm through, Iʼm tuckered out like a plum
Ainʼt I sweet? Your arguments have no meat
And Iʼm here nodding right along.
v. Iʼve been spending my whole life working itʼs true
My legs are swollen and my feet black and blue
Iʼve been wasting my whole life working for you
When I sleep itʼll be six feet deep and far from you.
2. I work all day,
ruin my body and sweat
I try so hard and then I drink to forget
All for the pay and the promise of something
I should have clarified from the start.
v. Iʼve been spending my whole life working itʼs true
My legs are swollen and my feet black and blue
Iʼve been wasting my whole life working for you
When I sleep itʼll be six feet deep and far from you.
3. Iʼm true to you.
I never lie and donʼt cheat
You deserve it too, but Iʼm expecting some treats
When we fight I hope that someday
Your wallet will be as empty as your heart.
v. Iʼve been spending my whole life working itʼs true
My legs are swollen and my feet black and blue
Iʼve been wasting my whole life working for you
When I sleep itʼll be six feet deep and far from you.
4. Ainʼt I a peach?
I do whatʼs got to get done
And when Iʼm through, Iʼm tuckered out like a plum
Ainʼt I sweet? Your arguments have no meat
And Iʼm here nodding right along.
Track Name: Terrible Song
1. Youʼd make a terrible song
All the words would come out all wrong
I could talk about your teeth and your tongue
Or how your legs lay so heavy and long
But you, youʼd make a terrible song
2. Itʼs not you, itʼs me
Maybe just a lack of chemistry
Itʼs a bend in the road or the crook of your knee
Or maybe Iʼm tired of trying to please
So you, youʼd make a terrible song
3. Iʼll miss the strained civility
Maybe just crumpling your sheets
The grease in your hair and your pores I suppose
Make you unfit for poems or prose
So you, youʼd make a terrible song
4. I know whatʼs right from whatʼs wrong
I would never lead you on
The pitch or the tempo is just not quite right
Baby Iʼm glad you stayed home tonight
Because you, youʼd make a terrible song
5. Youʼd make a terrible song
All these words are mangled and wrong
Youʼre hard to describe, try though I may
All your good points are just old cliches
So you, youʼd make a terrible song.
Track Name: Chicago
1. Started late; tried to bait
A fish too good, You know you should feel great
And then it starts; clamps off your heart
A colic so wild your inner child just breaks
v. Oh---- donʼt you know You figured it out; food ainʼt run out
and sex has been raped
No, you got no clothes, You lost it all but it was all overrated
2. No purple sky can make me smile
Ainʼt nothing in mountain dew to keep me alive
And I canʼt lie; I wanna die
Iʼm walkinʼ fast but canʼt get past prisons crestinʼ the sky
3. And I aimed too high
Ego burst but it ainʼt the worst; cheeks arenʼt meant to be dry
So huddled low
Books and clothes donated for those worse off than I
4. Beans and bread have filled my head
Iʼm headed back, my mind off track, belly full of lead
My hunger now has grown too loud
I need some greens, something clean, and a grain of salt
Track Name: Hair Like Bernadine Dohrn
1. I carry my rifle everywhere I go
Over the mountains to Ontario
Iʼve had no need for it yet
I keep my temper in check
Iʼm a gal on the go
v.I keep my hair like Bernadine Dohrn
Always cold but never forlorn
I wear my jeans like Ann Hansen
Iʼm loud like a klaxon
Iʼm a gal on the go
2.Iʼve got my compass and a book of maps Always alert, no attention lapse A knife in one pocket And recipes for rockets
Iʼm a gal on the go
3.I eat my veggies and I love the trees Iʼve fought for freedom no apologies My phoneʼs password protected To avoid inspection
Iʼm a gal on the go

Iʼm a gal on the go
Track Name: PTSD Blues
1.I wish I could quit drinking
But my mind donʼt quit for days
Yes I wish I could quit drinking
But it takes away the haze
And with a sip from your own sweet lips
I can make it through the day.
2. To sleep without this medicine
Would be quite the feat
To sleep without this medicine
Would drain the beat from out my feet
It was good enough to heal my pop
Now he sleeps six feet deep.
3. Iʼve never been so thirsty
Since they stranded me you see
Yes Iʼve never been so thirsty
Now Iʼm hoarse as a banshee
Iʼm so glad that you came here, honey
ʻCause you harmonize with me.
4. The visions, they keep coming
Iʼm never quite alone
I said these visions just keep coming
They scratch right down to my bones
With a flask on my hip I can give ʻem the slip
Then you and I can be alone.
5. I wish I could quit drinking
But my mind donʼt quit for days
Yes I wish I could quit drinking
But it takes away the haze
And when youʼre around I canʼt hear no hounds
Ask the barkeep for one more round.
Track Name: Cold
1.I canʼt say nuthin to you - youʼre too cold
Iʼve tried to relate to you - youʼre too cold
I have many stories that canʼt be told
Youʼre from the suburbs and youʼll never know
how it is to be cold
2. You try to relate to me - Iʼm so bored
You tell me ʻbout the things that you know - Iʼm so bored
Hockey practice and doing homework with your dad
How you only just learned what it is to be sad.
Whoa boy - poor boy!
3. I try to allude to truth - your jaw drops
I stop my stories too soon - youʼre in shock
Constructinʼ these stories takes the good out of me
I was being honest, now youʼre ill at ease.
Thatʼs how it goes - youʼre displeased
4. And I think youʼre missing out - life is tough
Your songs are boring and stuff - I canʼt trust
You with all the rocks and my boat in the bay
Chopping firewood and the peat in the bogs,
hurray - Context sucks
5. And Iʼve got nothing to prove - itʼs alright
And Iʼve got nothing to lose - youʼre alright
Letʼs go back to your place, thatʼs good enough
Weʼve been talking too much and itʼs not up to snuff.
Itʼs alright - itʼs cold tonight
6. I canʼt say nuthinʼ to you - youʼre too cold
Iʼve tried to relate to you - youʼre too cold
I can keep my mouth shut while youʼre in the room
I can even accept that youʼll never make me swoon.
Itʼs alright - itʼs cold tonight
Track Name: Sunday
1. Well it's Sunday
And it's your day
To complain about this wilderness again
And on Monday
Well that's my day
to burn all of the garlic once again
And it's better we don't speak
Lest your troubles start to creep
up and bind my ankles to the stones below
v. And I hope she keeps your floors clean
That she doesn't know you need me
That you hold her as she ought to be
Your Junabee, Junabee
2. Well on Tuesday
Through to Friday
The garlic burnt will haunt you like a ghost
Saturday
That's the bleach day
Or vinegar if bleach is not at home.
And I'm glad that we don't talk
Cuz your voice is like a rock
And it crushes me more than you can know
3. Do your laundry
Buy your sundries
Make sure you're as busy as a bee
Wait for my day
you'll know it's my day
When it's raining and you're up to your knees
And your voice it has this sound
That makes me want to drown
Myself in tears or alcohol
And I think it's going to rain
And I think it's going to rain
And I think it's going to rain
Again
Track Name: Sober
1.Call me when you're sober
Pull these nettles from my eyes
Cuz I was out there pickin' roses
When I realized you were high
And if you call me when you're sober
You can help me stop this bleed
Cuz it's in the morning after
That you give me what I need
2. Call me when you're sober
Put your hands upon my thighs
I'll ask no honest questions
So you can tell me simple lies
And if you call me when you're sober
I'll put my head upon your chest
And we'll doze away the evening
So you can have your rest.
3. Call me when you're sober
Push these needles in my eyes
Life would be so easy
If I'd never realized
That when you call me when you're sober
You're a-swingin' from a tree
And someday, you'll be fallin'
But nowhere next to me.
Track Name: The Silence Was Pregnant
1. The silence was pregnant
Smelled of wine and cheap perfume
Faces turned ugly
When she stepped into the room
So I gave up my seat
So she could get off her feet
The silence was pregnant.
v. And you can talk about the birds and the bees
Sing about the wind through the leaves
It donʼt change the fact
That sheʼs elephantine
The silence was pregnant.
2. Discomfort and disgust
The shoes come off her feet
Eyes wide with distrust
We sit; but no one speaks
So I open the door
To keep our eyes off the floor
The silence was pregnant.
3. Hʼor d'oeuvres were eaten
Crumbs stuck to her chin
Greasy and smelly
Whyʼd we let her in?
Her hairʼs stuck in tufts
Baby power, dandruff
The silence was pregnant.
Track Name: Cretin
1. In my dreams Iʼm holding cretins
Iʼm all alone with their tears on my breast
and I donʼt know how to address this feeling
so I keep on singing the blues.
then I close my eyes; press up beside you and sigh.
2. Each song is an homage to losing
but I canʼt quite name what Iʼve lost this time
so my toes are gripping the pavement
itʼs been cracked like my teeth for a while.
then I close my eyes; press up beside you and sigh.
3. Caffeine is my tether to waking and
Nicotine blunts the cruelty from you
I find no refuge while Iʼm sleeping so I keep on singing the blues.
then I close my eyes; press up beside you and sigh.
4. Monsters chase me; my teeth are breaking
castles fall while the bullets fly
I know that I talk while Iʼm sleeping
itʼs hard to keep it inside.
then I close my eyes; press up beside you and sigh.
Track Name: This Weekend
1. Can you find some land to hoe
Cause Iʼm deep in the hole
And Iʼd like someplace to go
This weekend
v. You know that nuthinʼ in life is free ʻcept time with you and me
2. Can you find some grass to rake
Or bake a wedding cake
Cause Iʼm dealing with heartbreak
This weekend
3. Thereʼs a man up the road
Whoʼs got some land to sow
You can lift up his load
ʻfore the weekend
4. My wallet was stole
And my heart has grown cold
And Iʼd like someone to hold
This weekend
5. If we lived far from town
Iʼd throw some money down
But Iʼm tied to the ground
This weekend
v. You know that nuthinʼ in life is free ʻcept time with you and me