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A modern Canadian roots-pop songster. From the stages of the world, to the CD players of your living room; “You are drawn in by his words. But it is his voice
Just take one listen to George Birchall, and you'll know you've found someone different. After years of honing his songwriting skills, Birchall is stepping into the spotlight with his debut album "Restless Soul". Each song is a work unto itself that swells and cowers, rocks and rolls, and that inevitably leads you to some place mystical - somewhere you’ve never been before. George’s life has taken him from his home in the Ottawa Valley to coffeehouses in Toronto, to South East Asia where inspiration came by the boatload, to living in a self sufficient cabin deep in the woods. George writes about the world around him, the dark winter nights, the frozen water pipes, and of the people who have drifted in and out of his life. Stepping into the consciousness of people who like good music and away from the average block-buster-bore, “Restless Soul” is a rootsy folk-pop collection of Canadiana that shifts gears from up tempo campfire sing-alongs like “Down for the Count” and “Television” to the Tom Waits-ish ballad, “Chopping Wood”. From the stages of the world, to the CD players of your living room; “You are drawn in by his words. But it is his voice that wins you over”
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#15,347 today Peak #121
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George Birchall
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November 03, 2005
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Chopping Wood Written by: G. Birchall You turn up the heat, went out for the night. Now I chop wood, chop wood I do. Your car’s out of gas so you’ve walked to town. Now I fix cars, fix cars I do. You don’t like my clothes of my chicken noodle soup. I’ve fixed all the holes in my weather worn suit. **CHORUS: You turn up my heat and go out for the night, for your life. Now I chop wood, chop wood I do.(or) now I fix cars, fix cars I do. You wake up hung-over, too sick to rollover. No hello darling from my hard-drinking lover. On weekends you’re a sweet-heart, on weekdays you’re a cool popsicle blue-berry tart. A cool popsicle blue. I ask you one question, you answer me so true. Do I find you over-bearing like you do. **CHORUS. Repeat first verse. **CHORUS.
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