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  1. Always Be
  2. Feelin' Like I Do
  3. I'll Be Back Someday
  4. Taking That Old Road
  5. Many Old Stories
  6. Momma
  7. Coming Down
  8. Too Many Lonely Lovers
  9. The Na Song
  10. She's My 69'

My new CD entitled, "Roll On", is now available on iTunes and Class Axe Guitars .

If you’d like to listen and or purchase a copy for download, go to the itunes store and search for Les Lepage,
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I may have been missing my wife when I wrote the lyrics to this tune. My wife was in Vegas with some friends and I started working on this new song. I started with a specific drum beat and then started playing around with different rhythm guitar parts. It's a hybrid song between The Cars, The Wagoneers, Buddy Holly and me, it even has a little Springsteen feel as well. John Dillabough layed down his lead parts and it really came out sweet. Rod Delcourt laid down his bass and harmony tracks and it just sounds so nice, can't thank him enough. Buddy McCann did a great job on the Harp tracks and had me smilin' from ear to ear.


Always Be

Here she comes walking down the street
Looks so sweet
Oh she knows me
Blonde hair and big blue eyes
The colour of the sky
Oh my, oh my

My head is spinnin' round and round and round and round and round
This love she keeps on giving, Makes me feel like I could fly, fly

You and I will Always be, Always Be, Always Be


We've been together a long long time
Remember Red Red Wine and Closing Time
I still can't believe it's you and me
For eternity, Eternity

My head is spinnin' round and round and round and round and round
This love she keeps on giving, Makes me feel like I could fly, fly

You and I will Always be, Always Be, Always Be

Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



This is a song I wrote about how I would feel if the love of my life would have left me. It's a sad song that has some really nice lead guitar by John Dillabough and Rod has laid down his bass track. Buddy layed his Harp tracks down and it really gave it a new feel. I added some harmonies and this song sounds great.

Feelin' Like I Do

Early morning, Purple sky
As I wonder, wonder why
Why you'd gone, Walked away
I'm leavin', is all she'd say, say, say, say

Oh baby, do you remember when
We'd go walkin', through the sand
Reachin' out, holdin' hands
Never thinkin', it could end

I wake up in the morning but the sun is going down
I walk the streets at midnight just to see if your around
I don't know where I'm going and I don't know what to do
Ever since you left, I've been fellin' like I do


Another day has been and passed
Still I wonder and have to ask
Did you leave, me for someone new
Or was I, just a fool, fool, fool, fool

When you left, you took my soul
All my feelin's, have grown cold
When we touched, I felt just fine
Come and tell me, that your mine, mine, mine, mine

I wake up in the morning but the sun is going down
I walk the streets at midnight just to see if your around
I don't know where I'm going and I don't know what to do
Ever since you left, I've been fellin' like I do


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



This song was a reflection of me leaving home at 18 and I was Alberta bound. This turned out to be a real treat to work on. The leads were done by John Dillabough and I love the guitar parts, especially in the verses. Rod laid his bass tracks down and has put his harmony tracks down and it sounds really good.

I'll Be Back Someday

I don't know where I'm goin', and I don't know what I'm gonna do
I gotta set out on my way, You know I'll be back real soon
The roads a lonely highway, You can feel it down in your shoes
But a man's gotta keep movin', You know he's got something to prove

I'll Be Back Someday
Might be in 98'
Yes, I'll Be Back Someday
I've gotta ride that train


Ridin' from town to town, Not knowing where to stop
Well I've met alot of people, You know I've been busted alot
Many men along the way, Have fallen off of the track
But there's this feeling in my soul, That won't let me turn back

I can hear my momma callin', When I'm sittin' back in that car
You can hear the whistle blowin', You can hear the beat of my heart
The sun is going down, And you can smell the farmer's crop
I'm headin' into Calgary, And I'm gonna find me a job

I'll Be Back Someday
Might be in 98'
Yes, I'll Be Back Someday
I've gotta ride that train


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



This is a song I wrote about being young and free, able to go and do whatever you want and I wanted to head west. It's a song that has some really nice lead guitar work by John Dillabough. The guitar tracks are in the spirit of Don Rich from The Buckarros, who I've always admired. I'm a big Buck Owens fan and wanted to record something in the spirit of Buck Owens. Buck Owens & The Buckaroos were one of the hottest bands on the planet at one time. It's also a salute to those who have been on the road for one reason or another in this life time. Rod Delcourt has laid down his bass track and harmonies. Hope you enjoy the song.

Taking That Old Road

I'm taking that old road, yes I'm taking that old road
I'm taking that old road until I die
Gonna walk a fine line, gotta stay and do my time
I'm taking that old road until I die


One day I did awake and I knew I couldn't stay
New I had to get out and see the land
Packed my bag and grabbed my hat, my guitar slung to my back
Destination, wayward sun and moonlit glow

I'm taking that old road, yes I'm taking that old road
I'm taking that old road until I die
Gonna walk a fine line, gotta stay and do my time
I'm taking that old road until I die


Worked in fields and worked in cars, Even worked at the odd bar
Pickin' corn, movin' wheat, drinkin' hard
Not much money to my name, have to walk can't take the train
Grab my guitar and my coat and hit the road

I'm taking that old road, yes I'm taking that old road
I'm taking that old road until I die
Gonna walk a fine line, gotta stay and do my time
I'm taking that old road until I die


Walked into a church today, I got down and I prayed
To the Lord dear saviour, lend a hand
I am beat but I'm not down, though I've roamed from town to town
Made mistakes, feelin' good, cheatin' too

I'm taking that old road, yes I'm taking that old road
I'm taking that old road untill I die
Gonna walk a fine line, gotta stay and do my time
I'm taking that old road until I die
Gonna walk a fine line, gotta stay and do my time
I'm taking that old road until I die


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



The third song I've recorded is as song called "Many Old Stories" which I wrote about a farm my brother was renting on Burntlands Road just east of Almonte, Ont. The farm was 100 years old or so. The laneway was about a ¼ mile long and the farm needed some TLC. The O'keefe's own the farm and I plan to make a copy of the song on CD and drive out to one of the O'keefe's and give them this song I wrote about their family farm. It was a great place to hang out with family and friends. I still remember one Christmas Eve and there was no snow and all of a sudden within 4 or 5 hours there was enough snow to go out snowmobiling and we took a family walk at midnight and the moon had a halo around it, pretty amazing. Rod Delcourt laid down his bass track and I had him do the vocal harmony in the chorus. John Dillabough added the Mandolin & electric lead tracks and gave it a more homey sound.
 

Many Old Stories

Many years ago, they came and settled down
Put up four strong walls, Yes they built her from the ground
When August came, they would all go pick their corn
And when the snow of December came, she'd keep them warm

Many old stories, this house must have to say
World War one and how grand daddy passed away
Her outer walls, they look tattered and there torn
Many old stories, this house must have endured


In 1969, they left and went away
No more could you hear, the children when they played
She looks real lonely by herself there on that hill
The trees are weepin', birds sit on her window sills

Many old stories, this house must have to say
World War one and how grand daddy passed away
Her outer walls, they look tattered and there torn
Many old stories, this house must have endured

When we saw her, she looked tired and run down
We all got together and we cleaned up her grounds
Some hammered and nail and some painted til nightfall
Put in new windows, now the sun shines in her halls

Many old stories, this house must have to say
World War one and how grand daddy passed away
Her outer walls, they look tattered and there torn
Many old stories, this house must have endured
Many old stories, this house must have endured


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



The fourth song I've recorded is a song I wrote for my Mom in 1987 entitled "Momma". This song was so easy to write as the words just flowed out of me. My Mom is very special to all members of the Lepage clan. She has given up so much for us all over the last 50 years and I thank her every day in one way or another. My nieces (Brittiny Lepage and Katie Stanzel) sang harmony tracks on this one as I've been wanting to have them accompany me on a recorded track for a long time. I have been singing around the fire with my niece Britt for many years now & I can't wait to hear our voices together in the studio, it's an exciting time. Rod Delcourt came by and put his Bass track down one Sat afternoon and John Dillabough added some lap steel, mandolin and electric lead in March 2013. The track came out real nice.

Momma

When she was sixteen, she had me
By the time she turned twenty two
She had seven in the family
Times were tight, But the love was there
Didn't have much money
But we had the best of care

Wakin' up with scary dreams in our heads
Ma would always tuck us in
And stay right by our beds
And you know when the morning comes
That scary old monster, Will be gone

Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma
Can you hear us
You were always there, When we fell down
Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma
Can you hear us
We still stumble, And hit the ground


I remember the morning she brought home a dog
She was such a Tiny thing, she wasn't more than six inches long
Though she has gone on her way
I still miss her everyday

Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma
Can you hear us
You were always there, When we fell down
Momma, Momma, Momma, Momma
Can you hear us
We still stumble, And hit the ground


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



This song I wrote many years ago about different situations some my friends from high school would be in with their families. Seeing some of the stuff first hand and thinking to my self that I'm so thankful I never had to face those situations at home. We were young and really couldn't do much about it at the time. So I wrote this song.

Coming Down

Many men have felt busted, feelin' down and feelin' mean
While their women try to hold onto a life that use to be
Wondering where he is tonight, is he true or playin' round
Driving down a wrong way highway or roamin' Honky Tonk's in town
Oh we'll see you in the morning, Comin' Down

Well we'll see you in the morning comin' down
When all your so called friends have let you down
If you don't know why you said it, then we don't know why you did
Oh we'll see you in the morning comin' down


When he finally reahed the door step, she sits waiting by the door
Just like all the other times, that he'd stumbled in before
While the children sit and listen, they know something isn't right
Think about another man, who use to be their guiding light
Oh we'll see you in the morning comin' down

Well we'll see you in the morning comin' down
When all your so called friends, let you down
If you don't know why you said it, then we don't know why you did
Oh we'll see you in the morning comin' down
Well we'll see you in the morning, comin' down


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



The second song I've recorded is a song I wrote called "Too Many Lonely Lovers". I wrote this song while working on a drum beat for the verse. The beat for the verse is kinda like "So Lonely" by The Police and then goes into a sing along type chorus. I'm a big Stewart Copeland fan and used some Police influence on a song called "Talk About Love" off my 1998 CD "Walk That Walk". I will be working with some of the more traditional percussion instruments like shakers, tambourines, wood blocks etc… over the next year.

Too Many Lonely Lovers

I was sittin' at the station, waitin' for my bus
You see I just about had it, up to here with us
Said I'm not gonna take it, your runnin' me round
I'm knckin' them over, I'm kickin' em down, cause there's

Too many lonely lovers, Too many nights
Too many broken hearts, Too many fights
Too many other times, Too many why's
Oh there's, Too many other times, Too many bye's


I met her on a Sunday, at a college game
We were all getting' along  fine, then along she came
She took away my heart, but never again
Will I ever find another, who'll be my best friend

Too many lonely lovers, Too many nights
Too many broken hearts, Too many fights
Too many other times, Too many why's
Oh there's, Too many other times, Too many bye's


Some say time's a healer, Though he rob's you of your soul
Some say time's the dealer, waiting for the cards to fold

Too many lonely lovers, Too many nights
Too many broken hearts, Too many fights
Too many other times, Too many why's
Oh there's, Too many other times, Too many bye's


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



I purchased a new Fender acoustic cutaway semi-acoustic guitar in April. I picked her up on a Sat and on Sunday I wrote my first song, which has a Replacements type feel with a Na, Na, Na chorus. It's funny where things come from. I already had the chords for the verse and while working on it on Sunday I remember listening to Randy Bachman's radio show "Vinyl Tap" on Saturday evening and the theme was " Sha Na Na, La La La & be bop" type songs and from that show came the chorus which goes like this, "Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na". Thanks Randy. I'll be sending Randy a copy and thanking him for the inspiration. You just never know where these things will come from but when they do, you have to write them down or you'll never remember what it was.

The Na Song

We're O.K., It's alright
Everybody here is feelin',  pretty good tonight
Cold Beer, Good Friends
Singing along, To this song until the end

We Sang
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na


Roll on, Gettin' by
Remember the days we played our songs and we'd get oh, oh so high
Good Times, We had
In times of plenty, When times were bad

We Sang
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na


This tune, We sing
Has gotten us through, Just about everything
Through thick & thin, We're there for each other
When you need a Friend, You know you've got a brother

We Sang
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na


Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
copyright



The first song I recorded was "She's My 69", a song I wrote about a 69' Chevelle my brother Norm owned and how we tore it apart to get it ready for a new motor and paint among other things. This one rocks with lots of electric guitar and a big drum sound. Rod Delcourt came by and put the Bass track down. John Dillabough came by in March 2013 to lay down some lead and rhythm guitar tracks, to complete the song. Eric Craig has been there taking care of the engineering duties and giving his input on what to do going forward (thanks Eric).

She's My 69'

I got me a car, she looks real smart
Yeah my hard earned money, paid for the parts
Found her down the road, in a farmer's field
Said the motor don't run, but she's pretty clean
There's tail lights missing, from the back
And those chrome bumpers, are painted black

I picked her up, for a weeks pay
Put her out in the back, started workin' away
Had to sand her down, had to fix the chrome
Took the engine down, to Brent Munro
Had a Hurst shifter, put in the floor
Put all new chrome trim, around the doors

She's my, my, my, my, my Chevy
Man she's lookin' fine
She's my, my, my, my, my Chevy
She's my 69', Yes she's my 69'

The 396 fit just right, had to get out the timing light
She's painted blue, as a midnight sky
With Centre Lines on the tires
With SS emblems on the side
Well it's finally time to take a ride

The engines runnin', nice and hot
Ya next green light, gonna give her all I got
As we drive down, Lake Park way
Cop's on the corner, givin' me a wave
Drop her into second, and hit the gas
Head down seven, kickin' ass

Written by: Les Lepage
Published by: Restless Writer Music
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