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“Folkadelphia Session 5/30/2015” — WXPN in-studio performance EP by Andru Bemis

Recorded at the WXPN Performance Studio on May 30th, 2015 by James Clark Conner and Brian Goehrig. Mixed in Pennsylvania.

Photo by Felipe Luna.


released September 8, 2016

Andru Bemis: vocals, guitar, banjo

Tom Brosseau performs with Andru on a number of tracks, which can be found here: folkadelphia.bandcamp.com/album/tom-brosseau-with-andru-bemis-folkadelphia-session-5-30-2015

Daytrotter Session (Rock Island, IL) with Tom Brosseau — recordings by Patrick Stolley

Image courtesy of Johnnie Cluney / Daytrotter

One lovely afternoon in May, nestled in a room of a thousand guitar amplifiers, in the quiet intervals between the racket of a jackhammer tearing up the street outside, Tom Brosseau and I recorded six songs at Daytrotter’s FutureAppletree Studios in Rock Island, Illinois. Now, gentle reader, don’t be dismayed when you see no mention of my name associated with these recordings … I assure you, ’twas me. Tracks 4–5 are duets of a couple very old and very beautiful folk songs, and 6–7 are solos of my own. You must become a Daytrotter member to hear/download the recordings with me on them, but I trust you will not regret your decision … (listen here)


Words and music by Andru Bemis

I’m waiting on the day no body to tie me down. I’m waiting on the day nobody gonna keep me down

  1. I know there will come a day when I will throw these shoes away, no more thumbing down the old highway just trying to find a ride to heaven knows where I’ve been, but I am bound for home again
  2. I went to church, the preacher spoke of father, son and holy ghost and how they hated gays the most–I got the hell out running. Heaven knows how hard I’ve tried to keep my savior satisfied
  3. Money is like the dust, they say, it comes and goes in its own way. Everything I’ve tried to save just rusts and rots and fades. But heaven holds the broke and lonely, heaven knows that I am only
  4. If I should die before I wake, I give the world my flesh to take. It tried so hard my soul to break–I’m bruised but I will fly to heaven knows I’ve done my best and I know heaven will do the rest
  5. When autumn turns the leaves to gold and time has turned me grey and old, I’ll turn my collar to the cold and set out on that road to heaven knows where I’ve been but soon I will be home again

(chorus)  E – B – A – C#m – E – B – E

(verses)  E — A — E — B — E — A