On The Shine

by Brandon Earl Bristow

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On the shine is a hand-picked selection of the songs I recorded between 2008 and 2012. Also known as the long awaited B.B.Q. Album, the album is a purposeful venture into positive lyrical and musical territory with a few dark exceptions. Recorded mostly in a method I call "leap frog." A self-applied, consciously unprofessional term I use to imply the lack of trickery or, more accurately, a stern anti-drum machine sentiment. A rule I break wholeheartedly in at least one song. The differentiating factor that begs a new production term is this. The "correct" way to record a song since the advent of multitrack recording was to either cut the whole thing live or break it down into parts for the sake of audio quality and time management. The norm is to consider the drums a concrete foundation with which to build your song, adding tracks accordingly, rejecting and re recording the"scratch tracks" to achieve a layer cake of perfection along the way. It makes perfect sense for a full band with the meter running in an expensive studio environment in say 1989. My home studio is, as they say, "all that" and the lack of time constraints coupled with the "army of one mentality" opens a creative door that resolves itself without argument or discussion for the betterment of the songs. My songs are usually a guitar centric affair and for the sake of the song and my sanity, I record the guitar first ( a total no-no in the shrinking professional recording universe). I thump out a solid acoustic take with mumbling unfinished lyrics, spontanious chord changes that come from outer space, and add drums and bass with reckless abandon. Then I mute the original take and apply a more precise guitar and possibly add some electric stuff. Then I mute the drums and redo them entirely with the new attitude of the electric guitar or bass considered, including nuance changes or stops that spontaneously show up out of nowhere. Then I let it simmer in the pot till the steam clears out, add butter and serve hot. These songs are generally not prewritten and all along the way, I keep a live vocal mic around to constantly toss in lyrical pieces that occur to me honestly and on the fly in that very moment. By the end of the day, I usually know what the song is trying to become and I can have it to near completion by that night if I get the entire day to myself in the studio. In the end, I sometimes have an admittedly sloppy sounding song, but in my opinion, all of the soul and spirit of the piece gets left intact and the whole grain goodness resides in the cosmic slop. It is extremely satisfying to produce music, lyrics and recordings this way, warts and all. Most musicians are trying to recreate some magic they came up with on the back porch in the studio and it comes off like bad acting. My philosophy is to have the mics live and ready and roll tape (or click a mouse..tape ain't cheap) every time I sit down to play. The end results are as true and honest as I can make them. I hope the end results of my efforts are something people will find interesting enough to play on their road trip in the summer or who knows, perhaps pump it out the boom box at the backyard B.B.Q. As always, peace, love, and pass the guacamole.
Sincerely, Brandon Earl Bristow

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released October 2, 2012

All this noise came from Brandon E. Bristow with a little help from the pond frogs and the moon.

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Track Name: Facto Proviso
It's getting dangerous let's find a way out of here
Facto Proviso the documentation's clear
I want you to find your..want you to find your....want you to find your love
Oh I want you to find love.. I want you to find love..I want you to find your love...love love........ . . .
& Facto Proviso, how many stations here? Yea, oh Factoproviso..Facto Proviso! Facto proviso..... . . .
Want you to find love.. Want you to find love.. Want you to find you're love.... . . .
Track Name: so what
Things will get worse far before they get better
We got a long way to go
And all you can do in between the confusion is
Lie down and go with the flow

...and so what? and so what? What what
...and so what? and so what? What what

Well, the birds and the bees are just a few of these that could
Stand up and teach us a lesson.
That a wrinkle in the face of disgrace is bound to
Leave us a permanent impression

...And so what? And so what? what what
...And so what? And so what? what what

And your babies
Why they crying now?
Start thinking maybe
Maybe you ought to come, well
Maybe you ought to come home

A room full of mad men playing with numbers drawing
Pictures of jungles with crayons
Thinking, maybe it's safer to hide in a box than be
Shot down with poisonous arrows

...and so what? And so what? What what
... And so what? And so what? What what.

And your babies
Why they crying now?
Start thinking maybe
Maybe you ought to come, well
Maybe you ought to come home home home

Things will get worse far before they get better
well you better know what you know what you know
If you look to the sky to try to find heaven
Well, I know you ought to feel low

...And so what? And so what? What what
...And so what? And so what? What what
Track Name: soundcheck of the apocalypse
SOUNDCHECK OF THE APOCALYPSE
STACKABLE CARS AND CHOCOLATE CHIPS
FORCED ENTRY
PROFESSIONAL WAFFLERS
FLIP FLOP WEARING SCOOTER JOCKIES
SOYLENT GREEN IN SMELL-O-VISION
HAND CUT
HOME GROWN
SELF EMPLOYED RED EYED CLONES

red hot radiator...uncle Jimi's working the phone...Polyfiber carbonator ...
I don't think I'm ever alone no.

..... I think that you're the terminator...
I'm scared of everyone that you know
I said that I will see you later
But I'm really thinking I wanna go...... (frogs)
Track Name: backroads
I'm truckin' down the back roads
And whistling songs
I'm trucking down the back roads
Won't you come, come along

I'm hiding from the main roads
They're much too strong
I'm hiding from the main roads
Won't you come, come along

I don't know
What tomorrow brings
I might pretend sometimes for show
I'd listen to my heart if it would keep
Me warm...warm....lord I know

There's a man with a paper sign
Says take me anywhere
There's a man with a paper sign
Saying take me far... Far from here

I don't know
what tomorrow brings
I might pretend sometimes for show
I'd listen to my heart if it would keep
Me warm... Warm.. . Lord I know

I'm truckin' down the backroads
Whistling songs
I'm trucking down the back roads
Won't you come, come along
Track Name: on the shine
You were always the believer
You were always on the shine
Your whole world is a battle
There's war paint in your eyes
Carry me back

If the south wind brings you hacksaws
And it plays upon your mind
There a world of conversation
To the blind leading the blind
Carry me back

And your wound is full of silver
"And your mongrel dreams turn black"
And your wars go on forever
And the rain bring out the rats
Send a message in a bottle
For the rescue of your kind
You were always the believer
You will always have the shine
Carry me back
Track Name: a heart is a fish
I can't keep track of time
I'm paranoid and so am I
I'm terrified of water
These days these days these days
A jumbo jet puts a tail in the sky
I satellite goes floating by
I don't feel very modern
These days these days these days

A heart is a fish
Swimming in tears
That wells in our eyes
While our precious years swim away...swim away.. Swim away

I'll pass on the key of life
With rules which you alone apply
We all expect the overmind
But the things we do just don't consign

And I can fill the room....and I could fill the room
And I could fill a room.....with my blood soaked mind yea
I could fill the room.... And I could fill the room
I could fill the room... With my blood soaked mind
With my blood soaked mind..with my blood soaked line....

A heart is a fish
Swimming in tears
They well in our eyes
While our precious years swim away...you know they swim away..oh yea
They always swim away... Oh yea....
Always swim away..

So I have a wish
And I have a fear
Standing in line
And I wish you were here
Well what can I say
And how should I seem
You think I'm awake
I live in a dream.. Swim away... O.k. .....I'd like to swim away....o.k.
I'd like to swim away.. O.k. . . Swim away
Track Name: how now
You come into town...You came into money
You pass it around... Your manager's funny
Your signature's good you get you some playthings
I know you never would but your people arrange things

....how now brown cow?
And so business is good and you got this break somehow.... So ....how now brown cow?

Your friends are all gone replaced with some strange things
A car and a house but that doesn't change things
When something occurs you blame it on magic
They keep you insured because the world is so tragic

How now brown cow?
Your business is good but you got to break somehow...

These people today they smile automatic
The lines that they say are so cinematic
Your privacy's gone you hide in rose gardens
They string you along while begging your pardon

How now brown cow?
Your business is good but you've got to break somehow
How now brown cow?
Track Name: tree
Born upon a forest maze
The man who worked the post was away
They said it was a hollow place
I think that my soul will be safe...hold on....hold on..

A tattoo of a horse and sage
Remind me that we fade away
Images of war and hate
Rise above a carnival stage..so hold on... Hold on ....hold

Fishermen we like it this way
We need excuses to get out hook in place
Making the timing straight
Where even a rock will erase.. hold on.... Hold on ....hold..

Yea they say it's an acquired taste
We're canning up the human race
Where if the killing is clean then god be praised
We're breaking your soul down today.. Hold on.. Hold on..

I sit in a hollow tree
Watching what you done to me
I wonder if I know who to trust
Watching the dawn turn to dust hold on hold... Hold

Born of a fucking maze
the man who worked the post was away
They say it is a hollow place
I believe that my soul will be safe

A tattoo of a horse and sage
Remind me that we fade away
The images of war and hate
Rise above a carnival state
Track Name: horses win
So when you're on the sidewalk.
..Horses win.

So when you pay the gypsy
..Horses win

When you tie your fears to the mast
We can put our ears to the grass

So when you drink your whiskey
..... Horses win

So when you tie your fears to the mast
We can put our ears to the grass

So when you're on the sidewalk
. ... . ....horses win
Track Name: get lost 12345689
What have I lost....here
Loads and loads of free time in a gold mine but you know I can't get off
What have I lost....here
Well you know I was the golden pony right up to the point where I slipped a gear
Some kind of criminal in need
All eyes forward pencils down your at the head of the class and you can't see me
Many hours spent in the face of all these roles and ...static...side by side ounce for ounce I find it problematic
What have I lost here
Piles and piles and piles of shit from steers
What have I lost here
Hmmm you know less and less each and every year.....
And you don't know.. One hand from another
And you sing..sing..Nothin' but the blues
And your king's robe.... Is chewed up to nothing
And the moths ..oh oh are singing to the moon,,,,
They sing 123..4568..9.. They sing one two three four five six eight nine
Believe me
What have I lost... Here
What have I lost here?
What have I lost?
What have I lost here..... Get lost.
Track Name: the jetty song
Some of you stood on the rocks
Some of you've taken the time
To know the water don't stop
Don't even think it unkind

I know you can't help but look
At your reflection below
Under the currents are cooking baby
And pretty soon you will know

As a young man I have loved her
As a young man I adored
As an old man I'm a slave to her
And I fear...her jealous ...soul.....her jealous ...soul....

Whether you wrong or you right
Suggest you do what you can
To stay clear of the water tonight
Somebody's thinking that they're better than..

I know you can't help but look
at you're reflection below
Under the currents are cooking baby
And pretty soon you will know

And as a young man I loved her
As an old man I adored
As an old man I'm a slave to her
And I fear .. Her jealous soul.....
Track Name: ten cent diamond
I feel like ten cent worth of diamond..
Under the moonlight and shining...
I feel like the cents of diamonds yes
Under the moonlight I'm shining.. . . . . . Pick me up now.
I always thought someone would care for me..
I always thought someone would be there for me.... . . Endlessly
To pick me up now...

If you got the pockets then carry me.....endlessly...
Pick me up now...

I feel like ten cent worth of diamonds.. Diamonds . Diamonds yea.
Track Name: Lost & Found
I'm lost.. And found.. Lost and found
A whole lotta useless junk I carry round
I been waitin' here forever...
I been waitin' here forever..
And you can make off with me if your description's detailed and clever
I'm lost.. And found.. Yea I'm Lost and I'm found
A whole lot a useless junk you carry round
Well.... A junk box waitin' here all of the time sock hats, matchbox cars and lighters.. I'm lost and I'm found
Sunglass cases and a scarf I can do without..
I got rings.... I got rings I got rings you know I got rings..
A trip to the pawn shop is gonna disappear these things
Yea I am lost and found... Oh I'm lost and I am found
A whole lotta useless junk you can do without
Track Name: in the blue & in the white
I clearly remember there were stars in your eyes
Just like the painting ... There was blue and there was white
I roll down the hillside in horse drawn cart
Something Italian .. It came straight from your heart.. Well...
(kazoo)
I say that I love you and you hold my hand so tight
We'll be together ... In the blue and in the white.... Yea!
(more kazoo)
This is my kind of country*.... In the blue and in the white
Just like the painting ... Starry Starry Night... Yea,
(Even more kazoo....))) ....
Oh my god... . . . . .
Track Name: stay awake
If you stay awake
Too long
Everything you hear
Is written in stone
And the battle is a foreground
And the canvas is arranged
And the con man isn't going down
Till you kill em
.....Or you change
Take a good look
And walk away
A little piece of me
Will stay
Like a totem on your shoulder
Like the horses at the gate
Like a pencil behind the master's ear
Like a singer singing songs
Lying up in wait
... And you tear down
Your apprentice
And you carve your name
In silver plates
Shadow boxing with a hypocrite
Wearing new clothes when you paint
In a store room with a statue
Where you save a little faith
For a chance to run away
... When you stay awake too long
Track Name: nuff said
Instrumental
Track Name: stand to reason
I will stand...up to reason.. In the company..of the cruel
And your hand.. It was needed here ..ah but you... Played it cool
I ain't lookin at you
Anymore
Watching all my respect
Walk out that door
I ain't gonna listen
To any more lies
In taken what you've given .... I won't even try

Well you gotta hit the bricks...and have a look around....
You better react quick...or you know you play the painted clown..
There ain't no social security..out there to save your ass..
And your sense of indemnity..
Is just a feeling
Is just a feeling
Is just a feeling that will pass...

I ain't looking at you
Anymore
I'm watching all my respect
Crawl out of that door
I ain't a gonna listen
To any more lies
And for taking what you've given me...I won't ..even.. Try

Your mamma calling to come back
Your daddy said come too
But you won't get no mind to run back
If that's something you can't use
I'm gonna bite the big apple ....and pass it to the pack..
There ain't nobody watching you..."why the hell did you come back?"

I ain't looking at you anymore
Watching all of my respect
Crawl out the door
I ain't gonna listen
To any more lies
And for taking what you've given me.. I won't ..even .. try
Don't try it.

I will stand ..up to reason... In the company ... of the cruel
Of the cruel ...of the cruel... Of the cruel ...of the cruel..
Take that to the bank