"It's Time To 'Make A Little Mess' With​.​.​.​"

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about

The CONFUSIONAIRES are a high-energy rockabilly trio fronted by one of the finest rockabilly guitar players in Edmonton, AB… and backed by one of the best rhythm sections in Northern Alberta.

Fat Dave Johnston’s distinctive guitar sound coupled with his keen gift for songwriting is ultimately what attracted the bass monster Jayson Aschenmonster, and it was Fat Dave’s penchant for musical chaos is what first attracted drumming phenom Adam Stark to complete the trio in early 2017.

Since that time, The Confusionaires have played a myriad of very well received performances with some of the region’s top names in traditional rock & roll, and have put forth their pride enjoy: The debut full-length album “Now it’s time to ‘Make A Little Mess’ with… Confusionaires!” – a title which nods to one of their first of many original compositions.

Armed with their new album and a fist-full of crowd-pleasing cover songs, The Confusionaires are ready to ‘Make A Little Mess‘ with you wherever you may be!

Keep an eye out for this undeniable traditional rock & roll experience when it comes to your town!

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released May 26, 2018

CONFUSIONAIRES:

Fat Dave Johnston: guitar / vocals
Jayson Aschenmonster: upright bass
Adam Stark: drums

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RECORDING:

Engineered by Doug Organ at Edmontone Studio
Mastered by Stew kirkwood at Sound Extractor
Produced by The Confusionaires

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Track Name: You Know I'm Right
I can tell Your car is all loaded up
By the way it’s parked on the grass
Your shocks are worn out and tend to sag
Under the weight of a full tank of gas
Not to mention your suitcase that’s in the trunk
With a roadmap, an shovel & something to get you drunk
But now you're hesitating ‘cause you stopped and thunk…
… you know I’m right.

I can tell Your pistol is loaded
By the way it fills your hand
You arm ain’t accustomed to the extra weight
And I don't think you've got the sand
To line up the gun sights with your tear-filled eye
And point the muzzle at the man that you'd like to see die
And now you’re hesitating and you’re asking yourself why
… you know I’m right

You left your wedding ring on the night stand
I suppose you’ve made your choice
You let your pistol do the talking
But who knew it had such a lovely singing voice

I can tell that you’re scared now
By the way you peer through the window shade
The boys in blue are closing in on you
And there ain't a whole lot left to say
They’ll put steel bracelets on your hands
And take for a drive in a black & white sedan
To the shallow grave where you left your man
… you know I’m right.
Track Name: Teach Me How To Write A Sad Song
Can you teach me how to love?
Can you teach me how to speak too soon?
How to say the wrong thing and ruin everything like you always do?

Can you teach me how to cry?
Can you show me the reasons why?
And when people ask me how I’m doing, won’t you teach me how to lie?

Teach me how to sing a sad, sad song
Teach me how to drink my liver strong
Teach me how to carry the burden of a true love gone so wrong
Teach me how to sing a sad, sad song
Track Name: Make A Little Mess
Put on your dancing shoes
And your little black dress
The one that makes the fellas stare and makes the ladies stress
Hop in my car
We’re going to go downtown
We’re gonna live it up like we never ever planned on living it down
I’ve been so well behaved all week long
But the weekend is here and it’s time to right some wrongs
C’mon c’mon… We’re gonna make a mess
C’mon c’mon… We’re gonna make a mess
(guitar solo)
C’mon c’mon… We’re gonna make a mess
C’mon c’mon… We’re gonna make a mess
C’mon c’mon… We’re gonna make a mess
C’mon c’mon… We’re gonna make a mess
Track Name: Everybody's Talking (But Nobody's Talking To Me)
Sometimes I get blue
AND where I am ain't where I want to be
But I walk in the room, everybody turns to see
Everybody's talking but nobody's talking to me

AND even if they were I wouldn't care
I wouldn't find their topics interesting
I could try to fake it but I just don't have the energy
Everybody's talking but nobody's talking to me

Blah blah blah

People like to ask me what's my problem
They want to hang this social awkwardness on me
I just say "I think it's pretty obvious to see..."
Everybody's talking but nobody's talking to me
Track Name: El Fango
this song has no words... sorry
Track Name: 1000 Songs
If you see me staring off into space
it’s because you’re on my mind
Don’t act too surprised pretty lady
it happens all the time
I’m hypnotized by your blond hair glistening in the sun
I know 1000 songs but right now I can’t think of one

I can fake my way through any song
With a shuffle or a swong
But your pretty eyes get me all choked up
When it comes time to sing
I realize my shortcomings and I hope you don’t think I’m dumb
I know 1000 songs but right now I can’t think of one

I can play to rowdy crowds for hours every night
But lose track of my fingers and mumble my words for you in the clear day light
I get so distracted, so please don’t make fun
I know 1000 songs but right now I can’t think of one

I love it when you sit across from me
with your guitar
We’re not quite in tune with each other but we’re not out by very far
I’ll just bend the notes I play till they match the chords you strum
I know 1000 songs but right now I can’t think of one
Track Name: 1958 Chevrolet Del-Ray
My chevrolet
Still knows the way
To that old café
Where we used to meet
I thought I just saw you there
All I could do was stop & stare
You changed your hair
you’re still as pretty as can be

About a week ago
They let me out on parole
I wanted to find you and let you know
Because you said you’d wait for me
I’d hoped that you
Hadn’t found yourself somebody new
But then your visits became so few
and far between

The years haven’t been as kind to
Me as they have to you
I suppose I should be on my way
I’ll leave you to your fiancée
And awkwardly back away
back to my trusty old ’58
che… vro… let…

I got a basement suite
On 111 street
My rent’s on time and I keep the place neat
Just in case you stop by to see
If I’m telling the truth
The worst part of my calaboose
Was that I spent more time waiting for you
Than you ever did for me

My 1958 Del-ray
283 cubic inch V8
powerglide transmission and original paint
Despite the pitted chrome
It’s always gotten me back home
I’ve never been betrayed by my 58
che… vro… let…
Track Name: Save Your Apologies For When You Get Caught
this song has no words... sorry
Track Name: Walking Is Much Too Slow
You can’t pay your bills with the silver lining
That the dark clouds tend to keep
So why do people draw my gaze to their attention
Each time the dark clouds start to creep?

People always wonder why I’m always in a hurry and I
Don’t have anywhere to go
But when you see me, I’ll be running in your direction because
Walking is much too slow

There’s not a lot of difference between the singer on the corner
And the rock & roll band on the stage
In the end they all hope you’ll part with what’s jingling I your pockets
Before you turn & walk away

People always wonder why I’m always in a hurry and I
Don’t have anywhere to go
But when you see me, I’ll be running in your direction because
Walking is much too slow

Tell-tale sign of a rock & roll band
Is sounding good and feeling bad
the way you dance in the rain when it falls from the clouds
But it all turns to mud when it hits the ground

So don't sell me those silver linings
That those dark clouds tend to keep
They don't serve much purpose for the rock & roll band
Or the singer on the corner of the street

People always wonder why I’m always in a hurry and I
Don’t have anywhere to go
But when you see me, I’ll be running in your direction because
Walking is much too slow
Track Name: 6120
I'm gonna earn me up a little bit of money
And buy me a Nashville 6120
Orange and Gold with a big old brand
And everywhere I go, it'll be in-hand
I'll plug it in, turn it up, and then I'll show you
Exactly what 3 chords can do

When walking around has lost it's thrill
I'll pick myself up a Coupe Deville (Monterey)
And I'll drive down the boulevards and streets
With my 6120 up in the front seat
In case I need to pull over and show you
Exactly what 3 chords can do

3 chords can help you not to feel alone
3 chords can make you weep and moan
Make you jump and shout,
Make you cuss & swear
Make everybody around you stop and stare
When you bend those strings
and sing that song
And if it's catchy enough they'll even sing along
Then their disposition will start to improve
That's what 3 little chords can do

When your songs are as good as you can get em on your own
It might be time to take them on the road
You can get a little help from an upright bass
And some bashin on the drum kit setting the pace
And you can chase away those hard luck blues
And you know how many chords to use

Turn the amps up loud & heat up those tubes
So they can hear it all the way in the back of the room

And then tomorrow morning it'll be front page news
Exactly what 3 chords can do
Track Name: Ford Fairlane
I’ve never really known what to say
to get a girl like you to look my way
But with you it came so easily
I just looked over at you looking over at me
No I don’t want to hang around with the usual crew
There ain’t nothing I’d rather do than drive around in my ford fairlane with you

Every chance I get I climb into the helm
Of a tour van and I get overwhelmed
I think about you every time I can
This isn’t what I do it’s who I am
All the time I was gone I hope you knew

I was thinking I should buy you a diamond ring
You are deserving of such things
But rings come off so easily
That’s not permanent enough for me
So what I think I’d rather do
Is put your name in a rose tattoo
There ain’t nothing I’d rather do than drive around in my ford fairlane with you


When I die, don’t dig no grave
Just throw my ashes in a guitar case and throw me in the trunk of the ford fairlane
There ain’t nothing I’d rather do than drive around in my ford fairlane with you
Track Name: Where I Am When I Close My Eyes
In the wee hours of the morning,
Just before the break of day...
Some people might call that way too early,
But I'm inclined to call it way too late...

I ain't had time to get drunk
I've had my hands full playing guitar
I'll just crawl under the covers next to you
And hold you in my arms

It doesn't get much more peaceful
It doesn't get much more quiet
And I couldn't be much more happy
Where I am when I close my eyes.
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I ain't had time to think
I've just been singing and playing guitar
I'll just crawl under the covers next to you
And be right where you are

It doesn't get much more peaceful
It doesn't get much more quiet
And I couldn't be much more happy
Where I am when I close my eyes.

Where I am when I close my eyes
Where I am
when I close
my eyes
Track Name: 1000 Shots Of Whiskey
Tonight I'm going to do a little drinking
And in the morning I'll be feeling pain & sorrow
I'll be having more fun than you can fit in just one night,
So I'll be stealin' some good feelin' from tomorrow

You can drink a thousand shots of whiskey
Between the day you're born and the day you die
You can spread them out over 10 or 20 years,
But me, I'm going to drink them all tonight

Tonight I'm going to do some celebrating
The way you'd celebrate a broken heart
If the sour mash can head these tears off at the pass,
Maybe they won't even try to start

You can drink a thousand shots of whiskey
Between the day you're born and the day you die
You can spread them out over 10 or 20 years,
But me, I'm going to drink them all tonight

Underneath the seal is me wondering where you've been
Halfway down the bottle is me moving on again
At the bottom of the bottle is me passed out on the ground
The girls sure mess me up but they don't ever slow me down

I hope I left my keys with the bartender
Today I woke up face down in the dirt
Usually I wear my broken heart on my sleeve,
So maybe it's okay that I can't find my shirt

You can drink a thousand shots of whiskey
Between the day you're born and the day you die
You can spread them out over 10 or 20 years,
But me, I'm going to drink them all tonight

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