Barely Covered’s Debut Album
All Dressed Up
Barely Covered’s Debut Album
All Dressed Up
Now Available!
Album Liner Notes
Every Musician Needs A Friend Like Java
We all have a friend like Java. That one furry four-legged friend who just loves everything we do. While writing and rehearsing new songs, Java sits patiently and listens to all our good songs, and even all the bad ones. He loves them each and every one, even the ones that end up in the trash along with the junk food wrappers and coffee filters. Sometimes it may look like Java is sleeping, bored or eagerly awaiting dinner, but don’t be fooled. All we need to do is say the word, and Java will get all dressed up in his Sunday best and follow us anywhere.
Barely Covered - needs to thank John Patti, Chris Farrelly, Joe Howell, Ed Petersen, Keith Blumetti, Warren Hibbert, Gary Sanguinetti, our friends at Kroghs, Jean-Marc at Baz Bar, and Joe at 54 Main.
Joe McKee - would like to thank Dave & Jax for nearly 20 years of friendship & music - typically musicians would have killed each other by now, but we're friends first; Heather, Bella Boo & family for their love & support; my 'rents & family for always being there for me (and I mean always); my Lake Mohawk peeps for taking me in; all the BC fans who come out to the live shows; all the local musicians and artists that inspire me; my trusty co-pilot Dunkin' who watches the car on coffee runs; the Honey Badger; and the dude who invented the ukulele!
Alan Jax Bowers - thanks Tracy, K, Syd, Z, Dave and Joe, Chris Crean, Chris Grajewski, Richard Taninbaum, George Sigler, Carla Lorah, Vince Manucuso, Jeff Kelly, Dil Davies, Reto Hirschi, Dave Derr, Ingo Marte, and last but not least Ralph MacDonald who even after his passing still inspires me to make great music.
Alan Jax Bowers endorses Rhythm Tech, Kelly Shu, Porter & Davies, and Cympad.
Dave McBride - would like to thank Corinn and my family for all their unconditional love and support, Mike for writing a great set of lyrics, Joe and Alan for decades of making me sound good, Chris Poh, Pete Lyon, Steve Difilippo, Crawford Boyd, everyone at Molly Malones for over a decade of support, Lilly and Ted for listening to these songs probably a thousand times and, of course, that man with the broken sandals.
Monday Night
(J. McKee)
Monday night when I crossed your path
You crossed me twice and you doubled back and I
I gave you all that I had to give
Never once did it cross your lips to say
Thank you, thank you, thank you
And Tuesday came and Tuesday went
It came in like a lion and left lion-like all again
Maybe you were tied up and didn't get home until I don't know when
And figured that I was asleep in bed
To say thank you, thank you, thank you
And I said forget it, please don't mention it, anytime, it was nothing, you're welcome
And I said forget it, please don't mention it, anytime, it was nothing, you're welcome
Wednesday's here and it's nearly gone
And here I am thinking that it won't be long
Before you ring my bell or ring my phone
My clock rings instead and it's Thursday morn'
Still no thank you, thank you, thank you
Friday morning to Friday eve
Hibernating like a recluse with myself, I , and me
And what if something's really wrong with me but I just can't see
Suffice to say this is bugging me
Due to a thank you, thank you, thank you
The weekend wanders in and I write my speech
I compose a composition of sentences of evil speak
And finally I stumble on every single little bit of ounce of nerve
To tell you all the things that I deserve
Maybe a thank you, thank you, thank you
And Monday drops down like an anvil weight
And there you are in front of me and I begin to hesitate
To tell you the truth I don't remember what, when, how, or who
All I heard was a thank you
You said thank you, thank you, thank you
Bass: Chris Farrelly
Walk With Me
(D.McBride/M. McBride)
I’ll get some people to gather around me
I’ll get a house with a big brick fence
I’ll get a woman to tell me she loves me
I’ll write a song that maybe makes sense
I’ve been searchin for my own lonely
The one who thinks that I’m enough
She would never tell me a story
Never thinks that I’m too much
But it seems so simple
And it’s all in my head
Come and Walk With Me
We’ll Walk Together
Come and Walk With Me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll tell her stories of years on Walden
I’ll tell her about my days with JFK
I’ll tell her bout the time I sailed
From Land’s End to Montego Bay
Never said that I was one for searchin
But never once did I give up
Always left my door wide open
Don’t ever think that I’m too much
Bass: Chris Farrelly
Caffeine
(J.McKee)
Percolate or automatic drip
Serve yourself or served to you, take your pick
Caffeine coctail, can't wait for a sip
This is how I live.
Revolve my day around my cup of joe
I gotta ten cup a day habit that I just can't let go
Barista grind me another espresso
This is how I live.
Now I know I got a problem that I can't control
I tried decaf, the java placebo
Aromatic arabica beans brew in my dreams
Caffeine, my twelve ounce adrenaline
Caffeine, my liquid amphetamine
Caffeine, not the pot that you had in mind
Caffeine, it's a seed of a different kind.
Family intervention didn't work on me
I went to the Betty Folgers clinic now they all drink caffeine
Gettin' high on Sweet-n-Low and cream
This is how I live
Caffeine, my twelve ounce adrenaline
Caffeine, my liquid amphetamine
Caffeine, not the pot that you had in mind
Caffeine, it's a seed of a different kind.
Caffeiene, I take my dose several times a day
Caffeine, wouldn't want you, wouldn't want you, wouldn't want you another way
Caffeine, drink of choice for insomniacs
Caffeine, the bottomless cup will bring me back, bring me back.
It give me the jitters, gives me the shakes
But that's alright cause sometimes that's what it takes
To even out this crooked day, yeah
It makes me nervouse, you could say a little edgy
People say I oughta drink from the juice of a veggie
Oh you can keep your Cuisinart.
Caffeine...Caffeine...Caffeine...Caffeine
Bass: Chris Farrelly
Nine Mile High
(D. McBride)
He strolls the streets
Broken sandals on his feet
In a city faded by the sun
He might be miles down
from the mountain he was born
But he says “this where I’m from”
The concrete imperfections
And all those insurrections
He just calls it home
Nine Mile High
We sing to survive
Nine Mile High
He sings for the ghosts
And tell him all his jokes
And he does it all for free
Up in Nine Mile High
Where the mountains meet the sky
Is the rock we came to see
Look down
Look all around
This is the place to be
One Voice
One Small Axe
Cut cut down any tree
Bass: Chris Farrelly
Alone
(J. McKee)
I'm left all alone again
As naked as the wind
I'm left so vulnerable
Unable to cope with it
And I'm standing right next to me
I'm really not bad company
Why's it always seem to be
That I'm standing right next to me
Drunk, walking crooked down a straight path
Underneath the moonlight
They say that nice guys always finish last
And boy weren't they right
C'mon now...Just a little bit slower baby
Talking 'bout the moonlight, yeah
I'm left all alone again
Underneath the moonlight yeah
They say that nice guys always finish last
And boy weren't they right
And boy weren't they right
Bass: Chris Farrelly
Live It All Again
(D. McBride)
The sun and the sea, the sand and the breeze
If I can find a spot beneath the palm trees
Nothing to do, just you and the view
A bar down the beach for a drink or two
It’s the only thing I wanna see
It looks a lot like home to me
No one said it was simple
But it’s just a broken heart away
I don’t wanna wait til I’m sinkin
Until there’s nothing left to say
Let’s take a flyer, a treetop flyer
The one that leaves from Simpson Bay
It’s time to breath again
It’s time to sing
It’s time to dance beneath the waves
We’ve come all this way
for just this reason
To live it all again
It’s so much better here
So god damn simple
Let’s live it all again
Bass: Chris Farrelly
Better
(J. McKee)
You tangle up my life
Numb my senses steal my pride
Draw me in and wear me out
Til I got nothing, nothing left but doubt
If I could make you go, you know that I would
If I could dim your glow, that would be good
If I could make you hit the road
I'd feel better
Do my best to
keep it all inside
Trip me up and break my stride
Keep on running until
I create some space
Between us two and til you can't see my face
There's something I been wanting to tell you for so long
And here it is in a simple song, bye bye
Bass: Chris Farrelly
Jamaica Farewell
(Erving Burgess)
Bass: Joe Howell
Steel Drums: John Patti