Chris Brecht – Dead Flower Motel
~Alternative Country – music from Chris Brecht and the Dead Flowers~
tracking keys
Matt tracking keys
Ratso
Hey lookit Ratso! You can play a song with one chord.
-b.dylan
outta context
one fast move
austin town
the city is split by the river
at dusk the river is divided by the sun
people keep crossing the bridges
in a hurry getting’ things done
some are left behind
standin’ on the side of the road
by nightfall I could see what was happenin’
and in the water the moonlight glowed.land of the seagulls
morning thoughts on the great depression
does anyone know when this great depression is gonna end? Yes i do feel like it’s 1920. the sky scrapers look gray and sad over the city. Abandoned cars ready line the highways. “Shit man, sometimes it’s hard to even smile.” if you’ve been lookin’ around at the violent city and getting that naked feeling in your gut that questions what you’ve been doing and how you’ve been hangin’ on so long, I feel your pain. Staring out the cracked view of yer window shield.
So someone wasn’t looking
and you were looking at me.
the morning was full
but my pen was empty.
When is this depression gonna end?
I heard someone ask
I heard another person laugh.
And me… I’m been runnin’ out of gas and
this is already my second pass through this town.
I’ve traveled up and now I’m travelin’ down
Still waiting for that good luck to come around
see I got a good pocket full of poems
coat full of laughter
waiting for a night of beers
and it’s rainin’ all over the ground
my boots are muddy and when I walk
I hear this groaning sound in the wind
that is blowing past my ears
the storm is dancing on the hillside
the overflow drains are already making waterfalls
the thunders are all lined up
a steady rain is about to fall.I’m gonna check out for now.
christmas lights and a pay phone
if I only stay awake a little while longer
I’ll remember how she was tender to me
and sweet
but that our time is done
I might say that love got the best of me
her love is gentle like a flower
but dead petals blow over the cold ground.
I could still make her smile,
that is all that tonight’s gonna take from me
you can have her
just give me a little while.been lookin’ so long
“And so, as I sleep, some dream beguiles me, and suddenly I know I am dreaming. Then I think: This is a dream, a pure diversion of my will; and now that I have unlimited power, I am going to cause a tiger.” – Jorge Luis Borges, Dreamtigers
music and words
I’ve been lookin’ so long I can’t even find my eyes.
don’t matter what anyone else says
do what you want
even if it gets you know where.
sometimes it’s the only thing that means anything?
see. I’ve been bustin’ it… I’ve busted it.
and I’ve put it all back together.
sometimes you wonder if there’s a girl on the other end
sometimes you wonder if she’s just a lover
sometimes you wonder if there’s anything real in yourself
and sometimes you find out that you get exactly what you want in’
exactly the way you never expected to get it.
Whatever the outcome is,
you’re there. Where ever you find yourself
standin’ right in the middle of a song.
And that’s why I write’em.
I’m just a slag bag wip wop in and out down
and in kinda thing when I really get down to it.
and so here’s my shirt, my coat, my bag,
wear it
and carry the slack.
it’s time to go home.
It’s time to leave.
it’s time to put some music on the record player.
gotta be at peace
and that first demon goes down. hard.
it’s time to give yourself something
Somewhere down the line.
somewhere in the next room pirates are drinkin’ and swapin’ stories.
That’s the way it goes.
But what ever you want to do, just know you’re goin’ out fast.
Fast as a candle under a flame.
So make yourself famous.
Sing a good song or learn to count.
see yourself in the mirror or go be yourself.
ruffle up or find a cheap motel room.
And paint a masterpiece.9:42am
When I think about that day
that day when things in life are better
and you’re with me
but not really with me. And I’m alone for five minutes
but altogether filled up in a new place,
a new place in mind
a different street in a different city
a different glow from the streetlights
a different laugh heard across the street
from a different person. Someone I don’t know. The snow falls desperately
from the sky. I am here now.
And I don’t get sad or tremble.
I pull my ungloved fingers out of my pocket
and grab my collar and take a few steps
away from lit the doorway
out into the cold snowy sidewalk
I feel the burn of frozen slush around my boots.
I slip and remember the way coffee sits on your lips
I look down to the footsteps in the wet sidewalk.
I slip again and remember your knit cap pulled down
over your eyes and foolish grin. I slip one more time to a mess of laundry
on the floor and nearly lose my balance. Then I reappear
And return home to some apartment
on some 43rd and Juniper Street while the snow hugs the bricks
and the pavement teases my footsteps and my scarf murders my breath.
I slip every now and again. I go back on the clock like it isn’t true,
and everyday was yours and mine, and I reappear again, eyes wide open
even today, and it hasn’t reached 10 am. My days, my days, my days… where are they alive.good luck piano
you cannot judge a wine by its label, but you can definitely buy one because of it…
tonight Syrah/Grenache.
Good Luck piano.
cb.
