The band grew out of Plymouth's acoustic café scene, where singer-songwriters Steve Gribble and Dave Ankers first provided harmonies for each other's songs. Joined by Rob Stillwell on drums, Age Charters on Keys and Luke McGowan on bass, they have created their very own acoustic-pop ramshackle and roll.
The band's first album, 'The Arlington Road Sessions', was released in July 2009 to critical acclaim. Their latest album, 'The Lighthouse', released in April 2010, is another step-up, both in terms of songwriting and production. It contains 17 songs that embody the spirit of the band; their roots, their surroundings, their love of collaborating and generally playing music together.Stories of misadventure on the high seas are mixed with motorway murders, travelers laments and dying thieves!
Original song writing material aside, Francis & the Drakes have simply created a set of honest and melodic roots fueled pop tunes. Their live shows bristle with the energy of a band that doesn't hide the sole reason it exists in the first place - playing great music and loving every minute of it.
Listen to both albums on Spotify or pick up a copy at one of their forthcoming gigs and after the first listen, you'll feel that you've been loving these songs for years.
"The chemistry between the guys really shone through.... If you get a chance to see this band in action, remember that after the show they'll probably be back at work in their studio creating more raucous, folk-enthused pop songs." - Kev Hutchings, BBC Radio, 2009
See their website at http://www.francisandthedrakes.co.uk for more info
Anthem
Francis & The Drakes Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Get coochie
Ay, fuck on a bitch and I lay up, lay up
Sent one text, that's a lay-up, lay-up
Tell these motherfuckers to pay up
Taking your cash I'm the mayor, I'm the mayor
Slidin' through cheeks, I'm a slayer
Cook it up, cook it up, Gravy the baker
Get paper, bye bitch, later, ay
Everything catered
Thick-ass bitch that's my waiter
It's the only thing I dream about, vivid like a movie
You could say I'm all about gettin' to the cooties
When I wake up it's my mission, it's my duty
Gettin' to the paper and the bread and gettin' to the
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get
Mr. (yeah) Butter, he back in the house
Pussy be chasin' me, think I'm a mouse
Feel like Jerry and Tom's your spouse
Staying on my toes, think she's gon' pounce
Now she won't leave me alone
She a goddamn dog, I'm a goddamn bone
Need to get one of them little dog cones
You know them cone things dogs be wearin'?
Get up off my cahones
Six figure check not countin' the bonus
Big bread, can't keep focus
Smellin' like a bakery and I ain't even notice
It's the only thing I dream about, vivid like a movie
You could say I'm all about gettin' to the cooties
When I wake up it's my mission, it's my duty
Gettin' to the paper and the bread and the motehrfuckin'
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie
Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie
Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie
I get coochie, I get (whoa)
The lyrics to Francis & The Drakes's song "Anthem" are quite explicit, focusing on sexual encounters and obtaining wealth. The song opens with lines such as "Gravy, get coochie" and "taking your cash I'm the mayor," which suggest a braggadocious attitude and a desire for both sexual gratification and financial success. The verses continue with references to casual sexual encounters and the pursuit of money, using metaphors like being a "slayer" and "ballin' like a Laker" to convey a sense of confidence and dominance.
The chorus emphasizes the primary focus of the song, with repetitive lines like "coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie" and "I get coochie, I get coochie." The use of the word "coochie" as a euphemism for sexual encounters reinforces the theme of the song. It's apparent that the singer's primary goals are to achieve sexual satisfaction and accumulate wealth, as they prioritize these over everything else, even mentioning that it's the only thing they dream about.
Despite the explicit content, it's important to understand that music can be a form of artistic expression and may convey different messages or emotions for different listeners. In this case, the song seems to embody a brash, confident persona who revels in their sexual conquests and material success.
Line by Line Meaning
Gravy
Referring to the artist themselves, emphasizing their unique style and identity.
Get coochie
Seeking sexual encounters or attention from women.
Ay, fuck on a bitch and I lay up, lay up
Engaging in sexual activities with a woman and comfortably resting afterwards.
Sent one text, that's a lay-up, lay-up
Effortlessly convincing someone through a simple text message.
Tell these motherfuckers to pay up
Asserting dominance and demanding money or compensation from others.
Taking your cash I'm the mayor, I'm the mayor
Emphasizing the artist's authority and control over financial matters.
Slidin' through cheeks, I'm a slayer
Skillfully and confidently engaging in sexual encounters.
Ballin' like a Laker
Performing at a high level, similar to the successful basketball team, the Los Angeles Lakers.
Cook it up, cook it up, Gravy the baker
Creating success or desirable outcomes, with the artist being credited as the provider.
Get paper, bye bitch, later, ay
Prioritizing financial gain and dismissing unimportant individuals.
Everything catered
Having everything tailored or customized to suit personal preferences and desires.
Thick-ass bitch that's my waiter
Referring to an attractive woman as someone who fulfills the artist's desires.
It's the only thing I dream about, vivid like a movie
Expressing a strong desire or obsession with pursuing sexual encounters or attention.
You could say I'm all about gettin' to the cooties
Indicating a relentless pursuit of sexual encounters or attention from women.
When I wake up it's my mission, it's my duty
Considering the pursuit of money and sexual encounters as a personal mission or obligation.
Gettin' to the paper and the bread and gettin' to the
Earning money and achieving financial success while simultaneously pursuing sexual encounters.
Mr. (yeah) Butter, he back in the house
Referring to the artist by their nickname and announcing their return or presence.
Pussy be chasin' me, think I'm a mouse
Asserting that women actively pursue the artist, making a comparison to a mouse being chased by a cat.
Feel like Jerry and Tom's your spouse
Feeling caught in a chase or pursuit akin to the characters Jerry and Tom from the cartoon Tom and Jerry.
Staying on my toes, think she's gon' pounce
Remaining alert and cautious, anticipating a woman's sudden or aggressive advances.
Now she won't leave me alone
Expressing annoyance or frustration with a woman's persistent attention or presence.
She a goddamn dog, I'm a goddamn bone
Comparing the woman's persistent pursuit to that of a dog eagerly seeking a bone.
Need to get one of them little dog cones
Jokingly suggesting the need for a protective cone, like those worn by dogs, to keep the woman away.
You know them cone things dogs be wearin'?
Asking if the listener is familiar with the protective cones worn by dogs.
Get up off my cahones
Demanding the woman to leave the artist alone and stop bothering them.
Six figure check not countin' the bonus
Highlighting earning substantial amounts of money, excluding any additional bonuses.
Big bread, can't keep focus
Having a significant amount of money but struggling to maintain concentration or stay focused.
Smellin' like a bakery and I ain't even notice
Unconsciously exuding an aroma reminiscent of a bakery, potentially due to the artist's success and wealth.
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
Repeatedly emphasizing the pursuit and attainment of sexual encounters or attention from women.
I get coochie, I get coochie
Affirming the artist's ability and success in obtaining sexual encounters or attention from women.
Mr. (yeah) Butter, he back in the house
Referring to the artist by their nickname and announcing their return or presence.
Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie
Continuing to emphasize the pursuit and attainment of sexual encounters or attention from women.
I get coochie, I get coochie
Reiterating the artist's ability and success in obtaining sexual encounters or attention from women.
Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie
Further emphasizing the pursuit and attainment of sexual encounters or attention from women.
I get coochie, I get
Continuing to affirm the artist's ability and success in obtaining sexual encounters or attention from women.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: David Krabal, Dillon Francis, Matthew Engels, Matthew Hauri, Miguel V. Romero, Nicholas B. Seeley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind