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The Broken Heart of Everything available April 20th
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Francey gathered his favourite musicians and recorded his latest album, The Broken Heart of Everything.
David Francey’s new album showcases his extraordinary skill as a lyricist. His so-good-they-could-be-traditional melodies, and themes of the camaraderie of small-town life, the drudgery of the daily grind, the pride in an honest day’s work, the sadness of losing loved ones, the joy of close family connections, and the quiet strength of mature love have struck a chord with audiences around the world.

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1. Poorer Then 
2.
Night and Morning
3. The Flower of Colonsay
4. Lonely Road - Listen speakerMP3  
5. I Know it Won't
6. Blue Sorrow and Then Some
7.Come Sunday
8. Where Harry Sat
9. Only Love
10. Walking in Jerusalem
11. Moon Over Melbourne
        

 

 

 

 

 

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Crew

L-R Mark Westberg,Chris Coole , Darren McMullen and David Francey

Credits and photos from the recording of Empty Train

The Handsome Soldiers
Mark Westberg: Guitar, Vocals
Chris Coole: Banjo, Guitar, Vocals
Darren McMullen: Mandolin, Tenor Banjo, Bouzouki, Baritone Guitar, Bass, Vocals

The Brave Volunteers
James McKie: Fiddle
John Showman: Fiddle
Ivan Rosenberg: Lap Steel

Photography: David Francey 
Front and Rear Covers: David Francey
Produced by: Mark Westberg, Chris Coole, Darren McMullen, David Francey
Arrangements: Westberg, Coole, McMullen, Francey
Recorded and Engineered by: Mark Westberg
All tracks recorded at the Coole Family Cottage
except tracks by John Showman, James McKie and Ivan Rosenberg
Mastered by David Travers-Smith
Art design and layout: Bill Cassidy, (TinyRacket.com)
Copy editing: Kate Murphy
Management: Mark Watson, (WatsonEntertainment.com)
Booking: Ryan Heerschap, (Ibookshows.com)
All songs written by David Francey except tracks 10 traditional
C&P 2018 Laker Music (SOCAN)

David Francey and Band Mates
Darren McMullen, Mark Westberg, Chris Coole and David Francey at the Coole Family Cottage

Thanks

To friends and fans around the world, wherever we met, thank you, each and every one, for the constant support. You always lift me up.

Thanks always to my family. Thanks to Beth for all.  "The light that shines so bright..."

Love and humble appreciation to my bandmates, the finest body of men I know. They are the music.

Thanks to Mark and Ryan for all their efforts on my behalf.

Thanks to those who inspired the writing. I owe you a debt of gratitude.

On we go...

This project is funded in part by FACTOR

The Broken Heart of Everything

Lyrics

Poorer Then
This song is about the inevitable turning of the wheel. When that wheel does turn, however, some are sorely missed.

Vocals: David Francey
Banjo: Chris Coole
Tenor Banjo: Darren McMullen

I heard from a friend today
Said that he'd be on his way
Leave behind this vale of tears
Could be gone within the year
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

The man is neither devil nor saint
He carries on with no complaint
Just shoulders up his heavy load
Keeps on marching down the road
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

The wisest man just goes on living
Takes the days that he is given
Counts his blessings up to ten
Makes his mark, begins again
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

Dark of night, the bright sunshine
Out of the blue no warning sign
Or the markings of the hands of time
Till I come to yours or you come to mine
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

The wisest man just goes on living
Takes the days that he is given
Counts his blessings up to ten
Makes his mark, begins again
And when he leaves this world of men
We will all be poorer then

November 2007. Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Night and Morning
Love and overnight flights. The harshest introspection in a place you'd rather not be.

Vocals: David Francey
Guitar: Mark Westberg
Banjo: Chris Coole
Bouzouki: Darren McMullen
Fiddle: James McKie

We're flying into morning
And we're all London bound
And down below the sailors go
They pass without a sound
And where we are among the stars
There is no way of knowing
Suspended there up in the air
Between the coming and the going

Above the wide Atlantic
Above a sea of clouds
In empty blue I think of you
Of what we had and how
That love we claimed
Has changed its name
We knew it once so well
Now it's a sorry purgatory
Neither heaven nor hell

I wonder how I found myself
So high above the ground
With the night behind
Just marking time
Until morning comes around
And will that light
That shines so bright
Show the way back home
Or will the sky’s Medusa's Eye
Turn my heart to stone

And where we are
Among the stars
There is no way of knowing
Suspended there
Up in the air
Between the coming and the going

August 2003. Trans-Atlantic

The Flower of Colonsay
I wrote this for a friend I made at the folk festival on the Inner Hebridean island of Colonsay. Both the place and the person have a rare and perfect beauty.

Vocals: David Francey
Guitar: Mark Westberg

She stands there looking out to sea
And turns around and looks at me
And I was in love as I could be
With the Flower of Colonsay
I lost my heart when I saw her there
Her beauty caught me unawares
Her laughter bells in the evening air
Was ringing out to me
And the fiddle notes fly pure and high
Into sparkling air, into empty sky
And I can't help but wonder
What's holding you to me

But I'm so in love, I'm so in love
I’m in love as I can be
With the fairest flower, the fairest flower
The Flower of Colonsay

The flowers here are hidden things
Sheltered from the cowering winds
Their beauty sometimes hard to find
But beauty's all I see

Now the ferry waits for the coming night
And the final dimming of the light
And I sail off like I had no tie
To sand and rock and sea
The telephone and all the rest
And the time apart in the wilderness
Man, I feel that weight inside my chest
Heart heavy as can be

But I'm so in love, I'm so in love
I'm in love as I can be
With the fairest flower, the fairest flower
The Flower of Colonsay

I did all I could to make it last
And when it finally came to pass
The time apart and the distance vast
Finally did for me
But I'm still in love, I'm still in love
I'm in love as I can be
With the fairest flower, the fairest flower
The Flower of Colonsay
The Flower of Colonsay

January 2017. The Barn, Elphin, Ontario

Lonely Road
(for Beth)
The relentless pull of the unknown, and the familiar and reassuring night drive home.

Vocals: David Francey
Guitar:  Mark Westberg
Banjo: Chris Coole
Mandolin: Darren McMullen
Fiddle: John Showman


Sun comes up, and the sun goes down
Sky and prairie and another town
The broken line’s a stuttered code
No sign ahead, just the lonely road

Headlights in the skewed rear view
A thousand miles or more from you
Where the eighteen-wheelers haul their loads
No sign ahead, just the lonely road

Streets of heaven are paved with gold
And the road to hell is paved with souls
Someone loves me, this I know
Somewhere down the lonely road

The dark of night, the headlights shine
Reminders of what’s left behind
The wipers sweep, the taillights glow
No sign ahead, just the lonely road

Me, I just have home in mind
What's hard ahead gets left behind
North of 7 it's rock and snow
And a gravel right on a lonely road

Streets of heaven....

April 20, 2007. Aurora/Elphin, Ontario

I Know It Won’t
Too much time on the road and alone can bend your take on anything and everything. It did this particular night.

Lead Vocal: David Francey
Guitar: Mark Westberg
Banjo: Chris Coole
Mandolin: Darren McMullen
Fiddle: James McKie

It won't matter
If I do or don't
It won't matter to you
I know it won't

I'm drinking sparkling wine
From a plastic cup
And I'll be fine if I don't stand up
I have the time
And the mind to write
I thought I would
I think I might

But it won't matter
If I do or don't
It won't matter to you
I know it won't

I've been gone a while
There's a while to go
I'll be back in a while
I can let you know
I could send a letter
From where I've been
With no other words
In the lines between

But it won't matter
If I do or don't
It won't matter to you
I know it won't

In my own defence
I was all but gone
In an empty room
With a telephone
And the Internet
And the World Wide Web
And a weary heart
And an empty head

I could send a message
I could make a call
But it wouldn't matter
Not at all

It won't matter
If I do or don't
It won't matter to you
I know it won't

It won't matter
If I do or don't
It won't matter to you
I know it won't

June 2016. Highway 417 West, Ontario

Blue Sorrow and Then Some
I was thinking about an early 33 rpm LP of Hank Williams’ Greatest Hits I had when I was 14; I loved it. It was small and weighed about 10 pounds. That memory led me to writing this song.

Vocals: David Francey
Guitar: Mark Westberg
Guitar: Chris Coole
Mandolin: Darren McMullen
Fiddle: John Showman
Dobro: Ivan Rosenberg

I think of you sometimes
I miss you is all
And there’s times that I wish I
Could give you a call
And suppose that I did
I'd have nothing to say
Blue sorrow and then some
Is coming my way

I clearly remember
I asked you to stay
Then I stepped aside
As you walked away
That's what I remember
That was all I could say
Blue sorrow and then some
Is coming my way

Maybe you're happy
Now that you're free
But sometimes I wonder
Do you think of me
Now none of that matters
At the end of the day
Blue sorrow and then some
Is coming my way

Now I'm doing better
I'm doing okay
Try not to think of you
But I do anyway
Now none of that matters
At the end of the day
Blue sorrow and then some
Is coming my way

January 2017. Elphin, Ontario

Come Sunday

I played goalie on a Sunday night hockey team in Lennoxville, Quebec, for years. We lost one of our team, Tim Annesley, on a following Monday. There is a tournament played in his memory every year.

Lead Vocal: David Francey
Guitar: Mark Westberg 
Banjo: Chris Coole
Mandolin: Darren McMullen
Fiddle: John Showman

I was sitting at dinner with my kids and my wife
An everyday moment of everyday life
The phone rang and Bill said that Tim died that day
Now we'll all be sad men come Sunday

I knew him from hockey, we played on the team
In a wreck of a rink in a palace of dreams
Where love of the game is the reason you play
Now we'll all be sad men come Sunday

Come Sunday, come Sunday
We'll all be sad men come Sunday
Come Sunday, come Sunday
We'll all be sad men come Sunday

The team met in that Lennoxville street in the snow
And we straggled in pairs to the funeral home
Filed into that room where death was displayed
Now we'll all be sad men come Sunday

Come Sunday, come Sunday
We'll all be sad men come Sunday
Come Sunday, come Sunday
We'll all be sad men come Sunday

There was Tim in his coffin with his skates and his smokes
I remembered the stories and the fights and the jokes
When I spoke to his father, all I wanted to say

Was man, he could skate and man, he could move
From the blue line to the net he made a fool out of you
He’d cut to the left and then put it away
Now we'll all be sad men come Sunday

Come Sunday, come Sunday
We'll all be sad men come Sunday
Come Sunday, come Sunday
Won't we be the sad men come Sunday

July 23, 2000. Ayer's Cliff, Quebec

Where Harry Sat
In Nanton, Alberta, I got to see a World War II era Lancaster bomber being restored. While there I heard this true story surrounding the restoration. Harry was well loved.

Baritone Guitar: Darren McMullen
Vocals: David Francey

She visited a memory
Of a brother dead and gone
The War was carried to its end
The world had carried on
But she still remembered Harry
Smiling, waving from the train
As she stood beside her mother
On a platform swept with rain

On a runway in Alberta
On a bomber painted black
Memories of Harry flooded back

He'd been shipped across the sea
He flew in the RAF
He sent a picture of the crew
Him smiling with the rest
And he went to meet his Maker
In a bomber in the end
Left the pleasant fields of England
Never to return again

He thought of storm clouds in Keewatin
As he looked out at the flak
From the navigator’s table where he sat

She climbed aboard as they had done
Those boys of long ago
She looked out at the silent wing
Imagining the roar
And she saw what she had hoped to find
What she'd wondered for so long a time
She looked down at the empty chair
The table and the map
She said, "Isn't it nice to know where Harry sat?"

May 2017. Belmont Lake, Ontario

Only Love
It rules us all, plain and simple.

Vocals: David Francey
Guitar: Mark Westberg
Banjo: Chris Coole
Mandolin: Darren McMullen
Fiddle: James McKie

Love is a market place
Love is a burning feast
Love is a cowering thing
Love is a raging beast

Love is an empty stare
Love is the longest night
Love is a waking dream
Love is the morning light

Maybe that's all there is
Maybe that's all there is
Maybe that's all there is
Only love

Love is a wilderness
Love is a lonely hall
Love is forgiveness
Love is a midnight call

Love is a lesson learned
Love is a guilty mind
Love is a candle lit
Love is a vacant sign

Maybe that's all there is...

Love is a longing kiss
Love is a leap of faith
Love is hand in hand
Love is a landing place

Love can make you laugh
Love can make you sing
Love’s at the broken heart
Of everything

Maybe that's all there is.....

April 2017. The Barn, Elphin, Ontario

Walking in Jerusalem
A great traditional song I've always loved singing, a melody for the ages.

Vocals: David Francey
Backing Vocals: Westberg, Coole, McMullen
Guitar: Mark Westberg
Banjo: Chris Coole
Mandolin: Darren McMullen

Oh John, oh John
What did you say?
I'll meet you there
On the crowning day
The light will shine
For all to see
It'll shine on you and me

I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
I'm gonna be ready
Walkin’ in Jerusalem
Just like John

Some come sick
and some come lame
All come walkin’ in Jesus’ name
We'll be walkin’ the best we can
Every woman and every man

I'm gonna be....

When I die
Won't you bury me
In a cedar box from a cedar tree
And will you dance
And will you sing
When I fly to heaven
On my cedar wings

I'm gonna be.....

Arrangement: David Francey

Moon Over Melbourne
Written for a delightful Australian friend on the celebration of her birthday.

Vocals: David Francey
Guitar: Mark Westberg
Banjo: Chris Coole
Mandolin: Darren McMullen

I wonder if we could take a spin in the car
Out to St. Kilda's to the cafes and bars
We'll promenade by the side of the sea
Miss Hawkins, come walking with me

I'll take you to dinner at a quarter to nine
Two burgers from Danny’s will do us just fine
Then a Kitchener bun and a nice cup of tea
Miss Hawkins, come walking with me

There's a moon over Melbourne
And it's shining so bright
And the river's a sliver
Of silvery light
We'll stroll arm in arm
Take in all the sights
There's a moon over Melbourne tonight

A stroll along Rathdowne, now that would be nice
A latte in a cafe with Italian ice
There's no place on earth that I'd rather be
Miss Hawkins, come walking with me

There's a moon over Melbourne....

February 2011. Terip Terip, Victoria, Australia

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