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Bric​-​á​-​Brac

by Eric Bettencourt

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Shuffling through the debris the next explosion is inevitable The limits and the boundaries we impose on ourselves are merely theoretical Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to wave away the air Or to wake up in the morning after falling through your dreams Unsure if you'll ever land We are lost in the woods and I keep searching your face All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place They say the obstacles we face are merely symptoms of the baggage we keep Don't it kinda make you wanna grab em' by the throat and hold em' under 'Til you're sure they'll never breathe again? Trying to whittle down infinity it's like trying to water-down a stream Or to wake up in the morning holding onto all the things that you found in your dreams I'm lost in your song but I can't find the beat I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the street We are lost in the woods and I'm still searching your face All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place Take me home... take me home... take me home Nobody said this path would be a piece of cake I'll go back to being lonely you go back to making stupid mistakes I am lost in your song and I can't find the beat I think the notes are all wrong, the bridge lay in the streets We are lost in the woods and I'm still searching your face All the feeling is gone if it even existed in the first place Mama, take me home… Take me home... take me home... Take me home... baby, take me home... take me home
2.
The Pattern 03:04
Same golden brick-wall up against the same fool head Same reasons to turn around and do anything else instead When will we learn? When will we learn? Same old dark clouds through the conscience rising You're drawn in with the dust at event horizon When will we learn? As our history goes on repeating The pattern is burned into the fabric that our hearts are feeding It's the same worried looks and haunting advice When you don't think once how you gonna think twice? Same golden brick-road twisting back into itself It's like the flag with the snake He's got his own tail in his mouth When will we learn? As history goes on repeating The pattern is burned into the fabric that out hearts are feeding Over and over and over... over and over again Over and over and over... over and over again
3.
They got furniture and ammo, candy and flannel There's 34 people in this town and they all love guns Lawnmower gears and sandals, coffee brandy handles There ain't much holding them together but work and fun In the middle of the woods you find a general store Selling everything that you could ever ask for They sell dirty magazines, cigarettes and bedsheets There's 34 people left and they all have needs There's brands of food you've never heard of, greeting cards to send love Everybody here missing somebody that had to leave In the middle of the woods you find a general store You can buy the fish or you can buy the fishing lure You can find anything you want at the general store If you know to ask they know how to score at the general store At the general store... at the general store... at the general store Brutal honesty, twisted humor, gossip-mill spinning rumors Around the lunch-counter and it's aways the same old fools They got Band-Aids and bug spray, jumper-cable and shoelace Even they can look around the place and see something new Out in the middle of the woods you find a general store You can buy the tire or you can buy the whole damn car You can find anything you want at the general store If you know to ask they know how to score at the general store At the general store... at the general store... at the general store Under a mountain of bric-à-brac is a TV with a fat back They sold you almost everything you own And before you buy the farm they're gonna sell you the stone Before you buy the farm they're gonna sell you the stone Yeah before you buy the farm they're gonna sell you the stone At the general store... at the general store... at the general store
4.
This big house is gonna make you lose your mind This big house is gonna do it to you every time Every time I open a door There’s a room I’ve never seen before And every time turn my head The furniture rearranged itself In this big house you're gonna lose your mind This big house is gonna do it to you every time And every time I fall asleep I’m awoken by the strangest dreams And every time I hear a sound I cover my head and I hit the ground In this big house you're gonna lose your mind This big house is gonna do it to you every time Can you see the eyes inside her walls? The breath whirling through her antique halls Beneath the weight of her ceilings The windows are slowly darkening In this big house you're gonna lose your mind Every time I talk out loud Something tells me to keep it down And when I try to step outside The door slams shut and is locked up tight In this big house you're gonna lose your mind This big house gonna do it to you every time Oh this big house gonna make you lose your mind Yeah this big house gonna do it to you every time Oh Well this big house... gonna make you lose your mind Yeah this big house gonna do it to you every time This big house gonna make you lose your mind Yeah this big house gonna do it to you every time Oh in this big house... you're gonna lose your mind Yeah this big house... gonna do it to you every time Well this big house... gonna make you lose your mind Yeah this big house gonna do it to you every time
5.
We both stepped in and held on And then burst open wide Exploding stars are helpless The edges are always undefined And now I'm turning wrenches Far from what needs fixing But your world contained no fences Full of beauty and suffering Still I'm waiting for the colors to return to the scenery Your allure was pulverizing Absorbing light and slowing time Just how could I brace for impact In the garden of your poor design? Still I'm waiting for the colors to return to the scenery My desperate words a bleeding fever While you'd collapse then disappear Your rising sparks would gather motion Illuminating the dogs drawn to your fears On this lonely trail between us I watch my shadow drag a busted crutch The only rules of love and battle To ask for nothing is to ask too much Too much, too much To ask for nothing is to ask too much Too much, too much Our magnetic fields still pulsing Bending circles from broken lines We were only seeking shelter While all roads are simply searching for a place to die Still we're waiting for the colors to return to the scenery To ask for nothing is to ask too much
6.
I know this girl she loves to be on top She'll hold you down, she don’t know how to stop The safe-word don’t mean a thing when you can’t talk I know this boy he comes right undone She'll make him beg for mercy just for fun On and on it goes in the name of love You fool… she could break Hercules Oh no... she’ll dry your wettest dreams She's a hypnotist collector boy You fool... she ain't never what she seems If disaster’s what you're looking for You’re calling out for more and more and more I know this girl she don't know how to lose She has more moves than a blind-mans Rubik's Cube When the lights go down I promise you will too She’s been around the block before In and out of every door I wonder what she's looking for In this face of mine... and yours You fool… she could break Hercules And I know she’ll dry your wettest dreams She's a hypnotist collector boy She ain't never what she seems And if disaster’s what you're looking for You’re calling out for more and more and more You fool… she could break Hercules Oh No... you fool A piece of ass ain't what you're looking for but You're calling out for more and more and more You fool... You fool… she could break Hercules Oh no... she’ll dry your wettest dreams Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah You fool... she ain't never what she seems If disaster’s what you're looking for You're calling out for more and more and more and more
7.
Yes I’m an idiot I messed up again Yes I am stupid just like some little kid But there's so many more streets to cross And I need you to hold my hands Now I’m not that bright When it comes to certain things The bell won't always flicker And the light won’t always ring If it’s a critical situation Well I almost always do the wrong thing I guess that I was born like this Cause' I don’t have to try at all The last mistake was a big one Now I'm feeling so damn small Any grief I brought to you It's gonna fall on me ten-fold I'm gonna keep it even if you don’t I’m never gonna let it go... no It’s a small price to pay But without you I got nothing I got nothing at all Yes I’m an idiot can you forgive me? I’ll try to out-grow it Oh mama just you wait and see And I don’t know much of anything But I do know I’m sorry
8.
Honey let me watch you dance for a little while Baby let me watch you dance just for a little while You keep spinning through my mind going deeper every time And lady I can't sleep not even for a little while Ain't been feeling much of anything for a little while Ain't been feeling much of anything for a little while There ain't no comforts or desire seems to bring me back to life But with you I could rest easy if only for a little while Yes if only for a little while When you let me in I'm a promising You'll never see me again... never see me again You'll never see me again... you'll never see me again I thought about you late last night for a little while I thought about you late last night just for a little while Caught you spinning through my mind going deeper every time But I did sleep easy if only for a little while Yeah but only for a little while Oh when you let me in i'll be promising You'll never see me again... you'll never see me again You'll never see me again... oh you'll never see me again You'll never see me again... oh you'll never see me again You'll never see me again... oh you'll never see me again And when once you let me in I'm a promising You'll never see me again
9.
Greener pastures are lined with restless rolling stones You're falling faster through the void of the unknown With your heart in your hand and your shoulder to the wind You'll never be here again Greener pastures through the wild and the overgrown Let the road be your master Let your feet your only home With your heart in your hand and your shoulder to the wind You're never gonna be here again It won't matter how hard we try It won't matter how high we climb It won't matter how far we think we're going Until we learn to love the ride Greener pastures are are lined with restless rolling stones It won't matter how hard we try It won't matter how high we climb It won't matter how far we think we're going Until we learn to love the ride Until we learn to love the ride Until we learn to love the ride Until we learn to love the ride

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released November 10, 2020

Written, Produced, Recorded* & Mixed by Eric Bettencourt
Mastering: Katie Gilchrest (mythologymastering.com)
“Guitar Head” Art: Kelsey Munroe
Cover Design: Eric
Photo: Bethany McCorkle

All Vocals & Instrumentation by Eric (Except Where Noted)
1. Lost in the Woods • Drums - Mike Meadows
2. The Pattern • Drums - Adrian Myers
3. The General Store • Backing Vocals - Andrea Magee, David Jimenez | Lead Guitar - David Jimenez | Drums - Charles C. Gagne
4. This Big House • Backing Vocals - Andrea Magee, Paige DeChausse | Electric Guitars - Richard Corson | Violins - Brooke June Harman | Bass - Pete Genova | Drums - Charles C. Gagne
5. Magnetic Fields • Drums - Adrian Myers
6. Around the Block • Drums - Charles C. Gagne
7. Idiot’s Blues • Lead Guitar - Richard Corson | Drums - Charles C. Gagne
8. A Little While • Electric Guitar - Richard Corson | Bass - Pete Genova | Drums - Charles C. Gagne
9. Greener Pastures • Slide Guitar - Pete Morse | Bass - Pete Genova | Drums - Charles C. Gagne

*Additional Recording:
Nick Boettcher | Paige’s Vocals (4) (thereverentfew.com)
Steve Drown | Drums & Bass (9) (thestudioportland.com)
Andrea Magee | Self-Recorded (4) (andreamagee.com)
Mike Meadows | Self-Recorded (1) (meadowsdrums.com)
Pete Morse | Self-Recorded (9) (redvaultaudio.com)
James Whalen | Drums (3, 4, 6, 7, 8) | Bass (8)

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