Songs & Lyrics
The Album: ‘Even Children Get Older’
‘Minnesota Winds’ (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music; KODA):
All people, at some point in their lives, reflect on moments and images flashing through their minds. The older we get, the deeper the wellspring of experience becomes. We share those experiences with loved ones and friends from time to time, and perhaps, we even write about them. Triggered by chords that my co-writer, Regnar Egekvist, was playing one afternoon, I closed my eyes and allowed images to be conjured up. It's much like seeing a movie for me. Then, I write what I see. I found words to describe the vision before me, 'Like a vision stood before me, a beacon in the night!' Like so many when they are young, 'Sweet Loretta, she threw caution to the winds...' Most men can remember, 'talking with the boys, and breaking all the rules...' And, at some point, we all try to hold onto, 'the place from which we came.' Our memories are part of us. They’re whispering to us, in those 'Minnesota Winds.'
Lyrics: 'Minnesota Winds' (Brian Burr, Messenger Music, KODA)
On a night like this, I do recall
'Minnesota Winds' were high on the rise.
On the outskirts of the city lights,
Like a vision stood before me, a beacon in the night...
I spent my summers there, and I do recall,
Talking with the boys, and breaking all the rules...
Sweet Loretta, she threw caution to the winds
Like a vision stood before me, a beacon in the night!
Holding a place in time
Counting out a verse in rhyme
Got you running in the middle of the night...
Holding a place in time,
Clinging fast to what was mine
Got you looking in the eye of a hurricane,
Got you running, running on home, from the place you came…
I spent my summers there, and I do recall
Sweet Loretta she came running, with her friends after school...
And like, a vision stood before me, a beacon in the night!
Holding a place in time…
Counting out a verse in rhyme
Had me lookin’ in the eye of a hurricane
Holding a place in time
Clinging fast to what was mine,
Got you running, in the middle of the night!
Got you hanging, hanging on, hanging with all your might!
[8 bar instrumental]
Holding a place in time…
Counting out a verse in rhyme.
Got you running, in the middle of the night.
Holding a place in time
Clinging fast to what was mine,
Got you looking, in the eye of a hurricane
Got you thinking, thinking about
The place from which you came…
On a night like this, I do recall...
'Minnesota Winds.'
‘Crystalline’ (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA):
I love the seasons. I love winter, snow and the beauty of it all. One night, in a thick snow storm, sitting beside my girlfriend in front of a crackling fireplace, I watched the firelight dancing on her face. So iconic. So lovely. She was so lovely. I felt, 'everyone should know'...It was so clear to me, it was 'Crystalline.' In my mind, *crystalline’ is every beautiful person who ever loved in front of a fireplace anywhere. I also love the innovative arrangement of Claus Kilpatrick in this number.
Lyrics: 'Crystalline' (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA)
On those snowy nights
Amber lights
Make their way about
the fire light.
It's the way I love,
to see my love,
It's the way we love
On those winter nights.
'Crystalline,' love between
Everything
Or so it seems...
It's 'Crystalline,' love between
Everything.
By the firelight, you were shining!
By the fireplace
Dancing in your face,
it's the time and place,
It's 'Crystalline.'
It's the way you show
All the love you glow.
Everyone should know,
On those winter nights...
'Crystalline,' love between
Everything
Or so it seems...
It's 'Crystalline,' love between
Everything.
By the firelight, you were shining!
‘Higher Ground’ (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA):
Again, a storyline conjured up by chords played on a piano, and rearranged to create the song: A man loses his job, having worked on 'the Akron local.' Like so many others, working hard day and day out; It was no fault of his own. Just 'like my Daddy before me...' he followed in the footsteps of his father. Like so many blue-collar workers, he's a victim of decisions they are merely victims of. He tried to do all he can to secure the lives of his loves one, yet he finds the security he assumed was enduring, is just dispelled in a moment. Confused by events, despair and futility overtake him after 30 years of effort. So, he seeks hope and ‘Higher Ground.’ He's a protagonist in a play he did not write. Yet, we also recognize a strength and humility, rather than anger. So, with no where else to turn, he prays that if God will finally hear his prayers, that he’ll find the right words, and ask for that which is worthy of being asked.
Lyrics: ‘Higher Ground’ (Brian Burr, Messenger Music, KODA):
Thirty years on a railroad,
Day by day, wrench and track.
From six in the morning ‘til late at night,
But, I ain’t never going back.
My foreman told me late last month,
Said, 'we’re shutting down.
The Akron local came to halt,
To make ends meet somehow'…
Got to find ‘Higher Ground,’
But, I really don’t know just how.
If there’s a God in heaven, I hope he’ll hear me,
And, I hope I’ll know what to say.
Mary Ann told me she had trouble sleeping,
With house and the car back due.
Thirty years, and nothing to show.
Her boys are needing new shoes…
I thought I was doing what I was supposed to,
To make things turn out right.
But, here I am, with nothing to show,
Getting drunk again tonight, so I...
Got to find ‘Higher Ground,’
But, I really don’t know just how.
If there’s a God in heaven, I hope he’ll hear me,
And, I hope I’ll know what to say.
Like my Daddy before me when I was 10,
Something came over me and left again,
Took me by the hand and made me feel so strong.
Seemed like forever, but now it’s gone!
Now it’s gone, never coming back again....
Got to find ‘Higher Ground,’
But, I really don’t know just how.
If there’s a God in heaven, I hope he’ll hear me,
And, I hope I’ll know what to say.
’Randy’ (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA):
Randy is just fun rock, inspired by one of the cutest Swedish girls I had ever known and loved. No, her name wasn't Randy. But, it is all about the woman you cannot get enough of, and feel 'so glad to see again! Why? Because 'she looks so good, and she smells like candy...'
Lyrics: 'Randy' (Brian Burr, Messenger Music, KODA)
She slipped on her blood red pumps
Went into town to jam it in.
And, having played the fool before,
I had no trouble jumping in.
Now my back, against the wall,
I can't show you what I feel anymore...
Randy!
Tastes so good and she smells like candy
Did she make you smile, let you forget, for a little while?
It was like fighting war by remote control,
She was cool. She was air-conditioned.
Her smile it could stop you in your tracks
And, she could blow you off without regretting...
But, now my back is against the wall,
I can’t show you what I feel anymore!
Randy!
She looks so good and she smells like candy
Did she make you scared, when she put her heart in your sleeping soul?
Randy...
Ooh, ooh, Randy
Now my back is against the wall,
I can't show you what I feel anymore!
Randy
Did she make you smile, let you forget, for a little while...
Randy!
So good to see you again, really...
‘How Could You’ (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA):
This is a song that comes from the searing, torn, darkness of wounded emotions, and rejection. Swirling in pain and confusion from losing the one we love, we're unable to sleep. And, we loath the thought of facing the coming morning: A place everyone who has loved and lost must relate to. We always indict ourselves for having shared our innermost vulnerabilities and having dared to love. It seems as if our 'worth' has been questioned. So, we want to know why. Regardless what the reason might be, we just have to know. We are compelled. And, so I ask: 'How could you?' With self contempt, I wonder, 'how could I...?’
Lyrics: 'How Could You?' (Brian Burr, Messenger Music, KODA)
How could I be so blind?
How could I trust in you so very much?
How could this flower die?
How could you, how could I...?
How could you tell me, oh, so many times,
How could you, let me suffer so?
How could you, give me all the light of day?
How could you, take it back so easily?
CHORUS:
No matter what I tried to say,
No matter what I tried to do, oh...
Nothing ever turns back the clock,
Nothing seems to get through to you....
How could I be so blind?
How could I, knowing better still believe?
How could this flower die?
How could you? How could I?
How could a love that seemed so very pure,
How could it be so cruel?
How could you lead me on, just to take me down!
How could you...how could you?
No matter what I tried to say,
No matter what I tried to do, oh...
Nothing ever turns back the clock,
Nothing seems to get through to you anymore…
Anymore.
'The Longest Time' (Burr-Kilpatrick, Messenger Music. KODA, 2022)
If we're only stardust,
and thrown out into space
How is that compatible,
with the life that's in our faces?
If we're only stardust,
gliding on our way...
Like snowflakes when their falling,
They touch and seem to say:
Forever!
Or the Longest time!
Forever,
or the Longest Time...
Well, don't go blaming on my weaknesses,
Or the fact that your so damn strong!
It doesn't matter if you think I'm right,
When I know that I was wrong!
So, if we're only stardust,
and each person has their place.
Like lovers when they're calling,
they touch and seem to say:
Forever!
Or the Longest time!
It's a place without a sound,
There is no up nor down,
I was lost and found, inside of you!
A hand that turns these pages,
A poet and the sages.
They opened up our cages long ago!
And it was...
Forever!
Or the Longest time!
Forever,
or the Longest Time...
’I Believe (It's Somewhere)’ (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA):
This could have be titled: Homs, Sarajevo, Soweto, Kiev or Jerusalem. We address the innate quality of man, falling to hatred, religious extremism, absolutism, greed, envy and violence. It's so often portrayed in far away places. And, finally, it is here...’in Hollywood.' The chorus is composed of children. This is an anthem from children, calling out to all of us, everyone, with a simple declaration:
'I believe that somewhere, at the center of us all, where hands don't reach for guns and bombs don't fall. And we ask ourselves and we realize, exactly what we do: Muslim and Christian, and black and white, the Arab and the Jew. We've got to find a way to let some light shine through!'
Lyrics: 'I Believe' (Brian Burr, Messenger Music, KODA)
(Shortened MGP version text):
It's nearly nightfall,
Your ammunition is running low...
Another ambush,
And there's no where left to go!
You're on the night guard, alone and hard.
You dig in and get down low…
It's just the way it was, in Hollywood!
But, I believe that somewhere, at the center of us all.
Where hands don't reach for guns and bombs don't fall.
And, we ask ourselves if we realize, exactly what we do.
We've got to find a way to let some light shine though...
We've got to find a way to let some light shine through.
He's a soldier, in the city streets.
He's just a boy, he can't keep his weapon clean.
He's only 14, can you tell me what he's seen...?
But I believe that somewhere, at the center of us all.
Where hands don't reach for guns and bombs don't fall.
And we ask ourselves if we realize, exactly what we do…
Muslim and Christian and black and white,
The Arab and the Jew.
We've got to find a way to let some light shine through...
[8 bar guitar solo, continuing into last chorus…]
But I believe that somewhere, at the center of us all.
Where hands don't reach for guns and bombs don't fall.
And we ask ourselves if we realize, exactly what we do…
Muslim and Christian and black and white,
The Arab and the Jew.
We've got to find a way to let some light shine through...
Find a way....
'Broadway Bitch.’ (Burr-Werner, Messenger Music, KODA):
This track was recorded with my band 'System,' on our 2nd album years ago. It’s a fun number with cheeky words, using the names of girls I've known, to make some utterly purposeless rock 'n roll! Some really driving guitar riffs by Alain Apayoo and Mikkel Toft!
Lyrics: ‘Broadway Bitch!' (Brian Burr, Messenger Music, KODA)
I got a gal name of Suzi
Ooh, the girl loves to use me
Put's me on the rack, and whips my back,
And then has the nerve to accuse me...'Broadway bitch!'
And, I got a gal named of Lone.
Really didn't know if she was gonna...
Then she opened her bag, and took out her keys
And told me to go down on my knees.!
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh it's alright with me!
And I got a gal name of Minnie.
My friends say she's kind of skinny.
But she'll eat you up, right to the bone,
Spit you back out ,and send you back home!
Ooh yeah, Ooh yeah, Ooh, it's alright with me!
It's alright, It's alright, Ooh it's alright with me.
It's alright, it's alright, it's plain enough to see...
Now, I got a boy name of Jimmy.
The guy didn't know he could win me.
So, he taught me to sing, and he taught me to dance,
Took him about a year to get into my pants!
Ooh yeah, Ooh yeah, Ooh, it's alright with me!
It's alright, It's alright, Ooh it's alright with me.
It's alright, it's alright, It's plain enough to see...
Ooh yeah, Ooh yeah, Ooh, it's alright with me!
It's alright, It's alright, Ooh it's alright with me.
It's alright, it's alright, It's plain enough to see...
‘Inscriptions’ (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA):
Perhaps my favorite number and arranged by Claus Kilpatrick. I take a flashlight and explore images, concepts and questions. We paint Inscriptions on the wall, ‘with maps and charts in hand.' Finally, I shine that flashlight on my own life realizing, 'there seems to be no way to tell her.' So, we ask, 'can you see the winds of fate have changed? Another kind of plan has been arranged…' And, I ask myself: 'is there any writing here at all?' In this kaleidoscope of images, we recognize the woman who becomes our soulmate truly does make us a better person: 'She'll take you, re-make you, to the man you've never been!' Wondering what to do then, we also realize, 'Life will show you how.' I love the way Claus responded to my desire that this number reflect just 'piano and song,' that Regnar and I initially recorded. He uses solely percussion and string orchestration until that final interlude where the drum kit comes in. Built up of odd fragments and brush strokes of strings and percussive sounds, somehow it comes together and just seems to work!
Lyrics: ‘Inscriptions' (Burr-Egekvist, Messenger Music, KODA)
Rushing through the sights and sidelines,
Standing on the ground.
A heart that needs to find some shelter...
Crashing through the good and bad times,
Hoping to be found...
There seems to be no way to tell her.
Can you see 'Inscriptions on the Wall?'
Is there any writing here at all?
I just see a shadow standing tall…standing tall.
Hidden in the pages
of the life we try to lead,
hoping there was love between the lines.
Staring in the mirror blindly,
Maps and charts in hand.
We look ahead
And, try to read the signs...
Do you feel the winds of fate have changed?
Another kind of plan has been arranged.
I only know, a heart will die in chains!
She'll take you, and make you
To the man you've never been, ah huh…
She’ll take you, re-make you,
Life will show you how.
….but, it’ll never be the same...
Can you see 'Inscriptions on the Wall?'
Is there any writing here at all?
I just see a shadow standing tall..
Standing tall...
'Landslide' (S. Nicks)
This classic Stevie Nicks number is my daughter Rebecca's favorite song. She always loved when we sang it together, and would make me sing it at snmall parties. I recorded it as a birthday present to her, with a tilt and tone that’s ..'my way.' From it, I take the title of my new album, 'Even Children Get Older.'
Lyrics: 'Landslide' (S. Nicks, WelshWitch Music)
I took my love, I took it down
climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
'Til the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changin'
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Well, I've been afraid of changin'
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Oh! I'm getting older too
Oh-oh, take my love, take it down
Oh-oh, climb a mountain and you turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well, the landslide bring it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well, the landslide bring it down
Oh-ohh, the landslide bring it down
'Rosie' (Browne-Miller, Alfred Music)
Here, too, is a classic from Jackson Browne (written with his roadie, Donald Miller). This is a song my son, Daniel, and I often sang together; it's great a capella number! So, again, when asked to do a number at parties, or just singing on the slopes of Courchevel or Schladming, I'd just break out and sing this one. Similar to the gift I made for my daughter, I made this for Daniel’s birthday. And, again, I tried to do it ...'my way. Here, Lars Brems engineered my vocals and found the right mic for it.
Lyrics: 'Rosie' (J. Browne-D. Miller, Swallow Turn Music, Warner/chappell Music, Inc. )
She was standing at the load-in
When the trucks rolled up
She was sniffing all around
Like a half grown female pup
She wasn't hard to talk to
Looked like she had nowhere to go
So I gave her a pass
So she could get in and see the show
But Rosie you're all right -- you wear my ring
When you hold me tight -- Rosie that's my thing
When you turn out the light -- I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie
Well , I sat her down right next to me
And I got her a beer
While I mixed that sound on the stage
So the band could hear
The more I watched her watch them play
The less I thought of to say
And when they walked off stage
The drummer swept that girl away
But Rosie you're all right -- you wear my ring
When you hold me tight -- Rosie that's my thing
When you turn out the light -- I got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie
Well I guess I might have known from the start
She'd come for a star
Might have told my imagination not to run too far
Of all the times that I've been burned
By now you'd think I'd have learned
That it's who you look like, not who you are
Rosie you're all right -- you wear my ring
When you hold me tight -- Rosie that's my thing
When you turn out the light -- I've got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie
Looks like it's me and you again tonight...
Looks like it's me and you again tonight, Rosie
Rosie...