"We got the tailpipe blues / In the quietest way / I need the roof of a coupe / Cuz the wind cut up my face..."
The lazy western folk ramble and amble of "Another Couple Miles", by Montreal, Québec's Clay Hazey, is the homespun comic stuff of many things all together all at once. Feeling the rustic orchestrations that feels porch familial and oh so elegant too you get a sense of cowboy music and hints of French Canadian voyageur paddling songs and ghosts of tin pan alley interactions and blues swings and country twangs. All that either in the leather of the sonics or in the attitudinal ether, physical or the sense of it. And, of course, Clay's vocal countenance full of vigor and maybe drunken stumbles uttering the amazing playful lyrics, that strays from nonsensical to pretty straightforward romantic in wonderful ways, makes it all worth it.
"Another Couple Miles" is the first glimpse of Clay Hazey's sophomore EP dropping in July-
LINER NOTES (excerpted / bracketed):
[Set for release in July 2026, Clay’s follow-up EP continues his alt-country exploration, drawing inspiration from Mule Variations (Tom Waits), Songs (Adrianne Lenker), and Gillian Welch’s Soul Journey. It’s his most personal work to date, blending his signature dark humour with reflections on addiction, self-acceptance, and the diminishing returns of romance. That emotional candour is perhaps best captured in “Tulips,” written during a January cold snap in a shared studio space in Montreal’s Village, “isolated… and above a skunk’s den,” with only a small gas stove for warmth. “The environment inspired the song as much as anything,” he explains. Feeling the seasonal weight—and sensing those around him were, too—Clay wrote what he calls “a love song for when it feels like the end of the road,” about “two partners trying to stay warm when that’s all they have the strength to do.” Like its namesake—the first flower to push through after a long winter—“Tulips” is a quiet reminder that even when warmth feels distant, renewal is closer than we think.]
-Robb Donker Curtius
LYRICS
We got the tailpipe blues
In the quietest way
I need the roof of a coupe
Cuz the wind cut up my face
You hate the way I fry fish
I hate your carousel boys
Let’s throw the wages in the well
and hope for something that we’ll both enjoy
Get drunk and figure it out
Cause you’re my buffalo storm
It’s just another couple miles, honey
We’ll cash out and we’ll burn the house money
Honey I know just how you feel
Keep me in your after thoughts
On the edge but not forgotten
We’ll bring it back home
Where ain’t none of this real
We’re trappin rabbits for feet
I water dollar bills
Still got a trick up my sleeve
But I can’t keep my hands still
Do you wish I was tall
Like the tales we once told
Of open air and Cadillacs
And comforts when the days get old
Still got your grandma’s ring
So there’s a little gold
Just another couple miles honey
We’ll cash out and we’ll burn the house money
Honey I know just how you feel
Keep me in your after thoughts
On the edge but not forgotten
We’ll bring it back home
Where ain’t none of this real
In the quietest way
I need the roof of a coupe
Cuz the wind cut up my face
You hate the way I fry fish
I hate your carousel boys
Let’s throw the wages in the well
and hope for something that we’ll both enjoy
Get drunk and figure it out
Cause you’re my buffalo storm
It’s just another couple miles, honey
We’ll cash out and we’ll burn the house money
Honey I know just how you feel
Keep me in your after thoughts
On the edge but not forgotten
We’ll bring it back home
Where ain’t none of this real
We’re trappin rabbits for feet
I water dollar bills
Still got a trick up my sleeve
But I can’t keep my hands still
Do you wish I was tall
Like the tales we once told
Of open air and Cadillacs
And comforts when the days get old
Still got your grandma’s ring
So there’s a little gold
Just another couple miles honey
We’ll cash out and we’ll burn the house money
Honey I know just how you feel
Keep me in your after thoughts
On the edge but not forgotten
We’ll bring it back home
Where ain’t none of this real
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Blending tradition and exploration, Clay Hazey takes what he wants from country and western and fills in the blanks as he pleases. A true gateway to the world of twang, his unique aesthetic pairs sharp, earnest songwriting with a raw voice and undeniable earworm melodies—creating a sound that feels both fresh and familiar from the first listen. His self-titled debut EP (2024), recorded by Nick Lanyon (Rapallo) and mixed by Jonathan Anderson (Andy Shauf, Ocie Elliott), earned spins on CBC Radio 1, charted on college radio in Burnaby and Toronto, and introduced the standout single “Past Two” featuring Ocie Elliott’s Sierra Lundy, which spent over six months on SiriusXM’s NorthAmericana. That same year, Clay brought his songs to the stage at NXNE and Festival sur le Canal, was named a Mariposa Folk Fest showcase finalist, and earned a nod from Exclaim as one of their “Emerging Artists You Need to See.” His November Daylight Savings Tour alongside Jade Hilton and School House sold out rooms in Toronto, Kingston, Montreal, and Ottawa—clear proof that his music resonates as deeply live as it does on record.
Set for release in July 2026, Clay’s follow-up EP continues his alt-country exploration, drawing inspiration from Mule Variations (Tom Waits), Songs (Adrianne Lenker), and Gillian Welch’s Soul Journey. It’s his most personal work to date, blending his signature dark humour with reflections on addiction, self-acceptance, and the diminishing returns of romance. That emotional candour is perhaps best captured in “Tulips,” written during a January cold snap in a shared studio space in Montreal’s Village, “isolated… and above a skunk’s den,” with only a small gas stove for warmth. “The environment inspired the song as much as anything,” he explains. Feeling the seasonal weight—and sensing those around him were, too—Clay wrote what he calls “a love song for when it feels like the end of the road,” about “two partners trying to stay warm when that’s all they have the strength to do.” Like its namesake—the first flower to push through after a long winter—“Tulips” is a quiet reminder that even when warmth feels distant, renewal is closer than we think.
Clay Hazey, folk, acoustic, country and western, alt folk, historical folk, French Canadian folk, Montreal, Québec, singer songwriter, storyteller, "Another Couple Miles", French folk, tin pan alley, blues folk,


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