Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST

Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST

3605 E. Mary Jane Drive, Midland, Michigan, USA
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Brett Mitchell, singer / songwriter, is not
only one of the most talented fresh writers to come out of Michigan but a
charismatic frontman, touring heavily w/ his back up band, the giant GHOST.Brett's voice is addictive
the live show is a rockin' must-see with Brett singing lead from the
drums and/or acoustic guitar and sometimes at the same time.

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Biography

4/21/13 - Brett wins big at the Review Magazine Awards (Great Lakes Bay Region Publication): Critics' Choice Rock Songwriter of the Year and fan voted awards Best Male Vocalist, Best Solo Artist and Best Songwriter!

What's the fuss? Brett Mitchell is one of Michigan's best drummers. He can be a maniac on drums but if that wasn't enough, he sings lead from them. On top of that he might be found playing guitar and harmonica at the same time...while playing the drums and singing. The live show is mesmerizing. Brett's voice is just so appealing that you can't take your eyes or ears off of him. Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST is exploding the Midwest wide open.

Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST won Best Rock Band and Best CD Release from Review Magazine!!! Read about it here: http://www.newreviewsite.com/articles/Best-Rock-Band--amp--Best-CD-Release-of-2011--Brett-Mitchell--amp--the-Giant-Ghost-nbsp-/696

You Could Be My Hat and I Saw You In MY MInd from Falling Apart At The Seams were selected to be included on the Traverse City Film Festival's compilation cd.

Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST invited to play the International Pop Overthrow festival at Paycheck's in Hamtramck.

About Brett's album, Falling Apart At The Seams released 1-1-11: "As the new millennium's version of Marshall Crenshaw, Midland's Brett Mitchell continues his tuneful march into pop-rock glory, (with) his catchy, smartly constructed songs and gorgeous guitar work just aching to be played on a car stereo with the windows open on a sunny summer day." Grand Rapids Press Music Critic John Sinkevics

Latest review by Steve Ferra on http://www.absolutepowerpop.blogspot.com: Mitchell's third album is a great leap forward from his still-fine previous work, buoyed by help from fellow Michigander Andy Reed (a name that should be familiar). This is first-rate singer-songwriter power pop, from the rollicking title track to the insanely catchy "I Used to Think of Her" to the rocking "Dead End Lover" to the clever "You Could Be My Hat".

New Disease from the album Small House is one of the top 100 finalists (#38) in the Universal Pictures' "Scott Pilgrim vs. the World" contest,. Check it out here: http://www.myxer.com/theme/IndieRockvstheWorld/

Brett was selected to join the performing singer/songwriters on the Bluebird Cafe tent stage at The Country Throwdown Tour in Cleveland, OH. www.countrythrowdown.com

Born Too Late, the video, was selected for the Chicago International Movies and Music Fest www.CIMM.org.

SPIN Magazine featured "Neighbors" from Small House on SPINearth.tv by Ian Kesseler: Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST Hometown: Midland, Michigan Despite an apocalyptic lyrical theme, (Its the end of the world/ Its the end of the world/ And theres nothing left to burn/ Which way will you turn?), Neighbors isnt as bleak as it is catchy. The toe-tapping acoustics are lovely and fit well, but the vocals play the biggest role. Like a mellow, more folksy Bad Religion, Mitchells well thought out words clearly convey his dedication to singing/songwriting. It wont cheer you up on a rainy day, but listen to it a few times and youll probably be humming the chorus until, well um, the end of the world. Watch for Brett Mitchell & the giant GHOST on tour in the Michigan area as well as a new full length this year.

Latest review of Small House by Pete Karoly: "Brett Mitchell poses an interesting question on the opening cut of his album Small House. In a song titled "Born Too Late," he laments the fact that he was not there along with the others at Sun Studios when this thing called rock and roll was launched in earnest. "I could have been Elvis," he says. My question to him is, Presley or Costello, because I think you could be either or both.

Mitchell is a talent out of Midland and I would go so far as to say a formidable talent. The buzz on the web is that "Born Too Late" is in the running for some sort of award, but I think that could be said for just about all of the cuts on this album. There is no disputing that he opens with a winner, but Mitchell goes through a variety of self-penned songs that more than hold their own both musically and lyrically.

Lyrics

Goes My Way - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Can I wake up without the alarm
Can I be somewhere holding you in my arms
Can I have a lucky day without the good luck charm
I’d like to think my chances are good, good

*CHORUS*
When everything goes my way
When everything goes my way
When everything goes my way
That’ll be the day, that’ll be the day

I get out of bed, stub my toe
Happens every time, wouldn’t you know
Middle of the summer, but down comes the snow, oh
When I’m in a hurry, everybody always drives slow

*CHORUS*

*BRIDGE*
But I won’t let it get to me
Counting sheep in my sleep
‘Cuz I know that someday
Everything’s gonna go my way, hey

When everything goes, everything goes, everything goes my way
When everything goes, everything goes, everything goes my way
When everything goes, everything goes, everything goes
That’ll be the day, that’ll be the day

I can’t eat or sleep or drink or think or talk
Without something going wrong

So when everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything goes my way, everything, everything
Everything goes my way

*CHORUS*

When everything goes my way, hey, hey

Stereo - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

If you can’t rely on love
Then where do you go
It’s a lonely place to be in
When your friends have all gone away
Gone away, away

There’s a place that I know
Where I used to go
But now it’s just
Another damn drug store, just another damn drugstore
But I won’t take it anymore, I won’t take it anymore

*CHORUS*
Why can’t I be a rock & roll star
Playin’ across America
Racin’ up the charts, breakin’ a few hearts
Just you wait and see, you’ll be listening
To me on your stereo
Wishin’ you could be on the road with me
Don’t ya baby, don’t ya baby

Weeds grow in the cracks
With dandelions and ants
This place is nothing but broken up cement and rain
And rain, and rain
(Something to take the pain)

It’s always been a dream of mine
To play coast to coast
And play all the songs that no one cares about anyway
Oh, anyway
But all that fades today, ‘cuz I’m on my way

*CHORUS*

Please don’t stop loving me
Just because I’m weak
My tongue is twisted with words I cannot speak
Oh with words I cannot speak
Well I haven’t been to church in weeks
I haven’t been to church in weeks

Why can’t I be a rock & roll star
Playin’ across America
Racin’ up the charts, breakin’ a few hearts
If I could finally be away from everything
You could send your love to me
Sailin’ across the sea, wishin’ you could be
Somewhere close to me Somewhere close to me

Born Too Late - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I could have been great
But I was born too late
Now I’ll never know just what could have been
Or what should have been
Now listen
I could have been Elvis
They say I got good looks
But you see now none of that matters
If you ain’t got any good hooks
Like this one
I was born too late
I was born too late
I could have been great
I was born too late
I was born too late
I could have been great

Yea, I could have been Johnny Cash
Yea, I can sing real low
I sure as hell can get real drunk and
Show up late to all of my shows.

I could have been John Lennon
Yea, I’d give peace a chance
I’d make amends with Paul and tell
Yoko, no, not to sing with the band

I was born too late
I was born too late
I could have been great
I was born too late
I was born too late
I could have been great
Yea, I was born too late
Born too late
Born too late
Now I’ll just wait
I’ll just wait
Now I’m just sitting here in my living room
Worrying about the times ahead
But you see now it gets harder and harder
Just to know what to say next
So here’s to all you musicians
And to those shaking your fists at me
I’m going to keep on singing and playing
From now to the end of history
I was born too late
I was born too late
I could have been great
I was born too late
I was born too late
I could have been great
Yea, I was born too late
Born too late
Born too late
Now I’ll just wait
I’ll just wait

Night Glasses - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell


Closer to a day gone by,
Fewer than a lot seems alright…
I’ll take it in stride…
Even if day means night

I need…Night glasses
I need…Night glasses

Further from what is right,
And 20/20 isn’t hindsight
I’ll take it in stride…
Even if day means night

I need…Night glasses
I need…Night glasses

When the sun goes down,
And no one seems to be around…
I take it in stride…
Even if day is night

I need…Night glasses (4x)

Neighbors - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell


Haven’t you heard?
It’s the end of the world
There’s nobody left,
To lay your soul to rest

The sky’s upside down
Fire’s burning underground
Which way will you turn,
When there’s nothing left to burn?

---------CHORUS-----------
It’s the end of the world
It’s the end of the world
And there’s nothing left to burn
Which way will you turn?
When there’s nothing left to burn?


There’s no refugees,
As the blood fills the streets
No one can escape,
The hell you create

What would God say
About the killing in his name,
Do you really think you have
A place in the promised land?

-----------CHORUS------------
(repeat twice)

Last Chance - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell


This is your last chance
To do the things that you’ve wanted to do
But you can’t
And you won’t
And you really shouldn’t
'cause it really doesn’t matter
All you think you are
And all you think you’re missing out
Isn’t really happening anyway
'cause it’s just another day…
It’s just another day, it’s just another day,
It’s just another day, it’s just another day

Chorus:
All the things you are
And all you want to be,
Isn’t easily conceived
In today’s society
And everybody needs a little company
So it’s alright if you wanna stay with me tonight
And I’ll even leave on the light.

Why do I feel like I’ve missed my chance
To do all the things that I’ve wanted to do for years
And it doesn’t bother me that all the leaves are gone
It’s just the fact that winter takes too long

Chorus

This is your last chance, it’s just another day…(4x)

Friend - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

The weight on your back is the weight of your hand
Pushing down what’s really that of a man
Who needs a friend
Who needs a friend.
Who needs a friend.
Who needs a friend.

And I know it’s easier said than done
And you’ve heard it from everyone
But a friend can shine on you
More than the rays of the sun
More than the rays of the sun
More than the rays of the sun

Talk to me
Let me be
A helping hand in a time of need so
Let me be
Let me be a friend to you (8x)

The hardest thing in the world to do
Is to find someone who sees in you
The very thing you want them to
The very thing you want them to
The very thing you want them to
The very thing you want them to

And I know you feel like giving up
But there’s something bigger than the both of us
Saying in a friend we trust
In a friend we trust
In a friend we trust
In a friend we trust

Talk to me
Let me be
A helping hand in a time of need so
Let me be
Let me be a friend to you (8x)

New Disease - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I can’t say anything,
Without you complaining
And the worst part is,
You don’t even see,
What you do…
To me

You’re my New Disease
Like a cancer I just can’t defeat
So I’ll take my pills
Until it kills…
My New Disease

The side effects from you,
Are some that they don’t include,
On the side of the bottle,
Where it says, “take with food”

You’re my New Disease
Like a cancer I just can’t defeat
So I’ll take my pills,
Until it kills…my New Disease
(quiet) you’re my new disease…
You’re my new disease, like a cancer I just can’t defeat
So I’ll just take my pills until it kills, my new disease
You’re my new disease, like a cancer I just can’t defeat
So I’ll take my pills until it kills, my new disease
You’re my new disease, you’re my new you’re my new disease

Hypocrite - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Every word you say is just a line,
From some book you read,
Or some movie that you saw
It’s all locked inside your head.
It’s all locked inside you head.

Who are you to say
What is wrong and what is right
While you sit around
Getting messed up every night?
Oh you said you’d never end up…
Doing it
The glass of wine you said you’d never…
Take a sip of it.
Now you have become…
The Hypocrite
You are…the Hypocrite
You are…the Hypocrite

How long will you bite the hand,
That feeds you the lies,
Which you reprimand?
You know you don’t fool anyone.
You know you don’t fool anyone.

----------Chorus------------------
You are the hypocrite. (4x)

Consider Me Gone - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I can’t say it anymore
‘cuz it’s already been said
Too many times before
I’m not fightin’ this war
And the letter’s been read
I know it by heart
From end to the start
I’ve ripped it apart
So consider me gone
By the end of this song
You can come along
If you want
But it’d be better if you stayed
Yeah I think it’s better
That way…

Well you’ve made all your plans
But see what you don’t understand
Is that a man like me needs to be
In a constant state of uncertainty
Yeah I know it doesn’t make
that much sense to me…either

and I’ve messed it all up
and drank straight from the cup
of temptation that’s been steeped
in lies and deceit
well maybe I’m wrong
by staying this long,
but at least I can mention you
in one of my songs…yeah I’d
like to right my wrongs
I’d put things back where it belongs!

Well consider me gone
Yeah consider me gone
Yeah consider me gone
By the end of this song (repeat)

…I’m gone

Don't Worry About Me - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I must have missed you by a moment
The sun was coming up,
In the bottom of my coffee cup
Well I don’t sleep much
Just a wink or two
And I’m gettin’ kind of used to solitude

----------CHORUS-----------
(but) Don’t, worry about me
Don’t, worry about me
I’m not worth the grief
(so) Don’t worry about me

Distance makes the heart fonder
Or so I’m told,
But I found that all which glitters really isn’t gold
So if good things come to those who wait,
Then mine should probably be
Something really great

-----------CHORUS-----------

(repeat first verse)

-----------CHORUS------------(2x)


Sun is Leaving - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I woke up today and I thought about the year that passed
And how the summer went by much too fast
As I sit and watch the trees turning red
Oh I remember what that reggae song said
It said everything’s gonna be alright
So just hold on ‘til the end of the night
And the next day, you can start all over again
‘Cuz my life has changed, and I’m moving on
But yet I sit here and sing that same old song
Same old song

*CHORUS*
The sun is leaving again
And I’ll be leaving too
The leaves are falling down
And the wind is howling at the moon
And I’ll be coming soon

As I pick up my things and I head on down the road
Oh I realize there’s no place to go
I see the sun hiding out behind the clouds
And the cold hearted rain comes pouring down
I feel the cold steering wheel in my grip
And I can hear the sound of the water drip
And I try to tell myself, it’ll be alright
The wind’s blowing cold and I’m going home
‘Cuz I can’t stand to see the leaves fall alone
Fall alone

*CHORUS*

*BRIDGE*
I can smell the rain coming
And I don’t know when I’ll see you again
My bones are cold as ice
And so is the sun, so I’ll say my goodbyes
My goodbyes

*CHORUS*

I’ll be coming soon…

Small House - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I sit here in this small house
I never thought that I’d move out
It might seem like I may be confined
But sometimes feelings are just a state of mind
So now that I’m all alone
It’s time for me to make a home…

In this small house,
I can let it all out
For once in my life,
Everything seems right
I’ll come and go
I’ll be in and out
Of this…small…house
In this small house, in this small house

I sit here in this small house
I bet you never thought that I’d move out
Now it might seem like I have lost my mind
But sometimes feelings are just a matter of time
So now that I’m all alone
It’s time for me to make a home…

Chorus
In this small house, in this small house
In this small house, in this small house

Head in the Clouds - Album Small House

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I will not be tied down,
Got my head in the clouds
…for all the times I’ve tried to myself…
To hold on
…when all I do is continue to play the same damn song

Head in the clouds
Head in the clouds

I will not let you go,
Just so I hope you know
…and maybe you & me are just afraid to be…
Alone
…at least that’s one thing you & me can see
and be shown

Head in the clouds
Head in the clouds

So I guess I’ll stay here,
Maybe just for a year
…for all the times I’ve tried to tell myself…
To get away
…when all I do is continue to make the same
damn mistakes

Head in the clouds
Head in the clouds
…I will not be tied down

Blue Sky - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Under the blue sky, I can’t see why
You love me

I try my best, weed out the rest
To show you

But I find it hard to play the right card
And win this game

And I won’t forget
The days I spent with you
And I don’t regret
The things I did for you

I know I’ve been wrong, but it won’t take long
To change my ways

‘Cuz it’s taking time, I hope that’s alright
With you

So just take it slow, and I’ll let you know
When I’m back on my feet

And I hope you know
That no one deserves a girl like you
And I only show
These feelings when I’m with you
‘Cuz you’re one of those
Kind who will see me through
Lord only knows
Where I’d be without you

Under the blue sky, I can’t see why
You love me…

Young Summer - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I remember when the days were long
And no sad songs
Were played on my guitar.

It was so easy living each day like it would never end.
But then again, I was only sixteen,
What did time really mean?

*CHORUS*
Young summer, where have you gone?
I haven’t seen you in so long.
What a bummer that you had to end.
Now all the time is lost, I had to spend…
With you…young summer.

The beginning of June is when I got a tattoo
And now all it reminds me of
Is how autumn always comes to soon.

I was out of my head so I cut my dreads
And tried to turn over a new leaf.
But in order to do that, you gotta cut down the tree.

*CHORUS*

I remember when the days were sad
And all I had was my broken guitar,
How I’ve come so far.

And look at me now, don’t ask me how
It came to be this way.
I guess I could say, I owe it all to you.

*CHORUS*

Young summer
Young summer
Young summer

Brightside - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Melt the ice with just one touch
With hands like yours it won’t take much
Smile your eyes and wash away
The dirt of a lonely day
The dirt of a lonely day

*CHORUS*
Sunlight shines through my eyes
It makes me want to find
A bright side in my life

The glass is half full in my hand
Raise it high if you understand
I can’t go on singing sad songs
But I know where my heart belongs
‘Cuz I know where my heart belongs

*CHORUS*

Torn apart from ups and downs
Worn away by this crazy town
I know this won’t last for very long
That’s why I wrote this song
That’s why I wrote this song

*CHORUS*

Everyday I try so hard
This is what I’ve got so far
A little bit of sunlight in my hand
I can see the bright side from where I am
I can see the bright side from where I stand

*CHORUS*

Gonna find a bright side
Gonna find a bright side
I’m gonna find a bright side, bright side

Empty Hearted - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Take a good look around
I don’t think I can help you much
All you’ll find is some dusty old books
And pictures and so and such

I wish I could give you more
But this is all I’ve got
‘Cuz lovin’ a girl like you
Is harder than I thought

*CHORUS*
Empty hearted, please don’t be disappointed
I’m sorry that it isn’t exactly what you wanted
Please excuse the mess while I’m under restoration
I’ll be up and running in a couple of days
And I’d really like to offer a salutation
But no one ever really actually stays, oh
Oooh, empty hearted, oooh, empty hearted, oooh,
empty hearted

Just give me a chance to fill this void in my heart
Acting like I’m doing okay is the hardest part

Don’t change for anyone
No one can tell you who you are
Hold on to these days
They don’t know that you’ve come so far

For you are the only one
Who’s living your life
But there’s a vacancy
That’s making me think twice

*CHORUS*

Empty hearted…

Wishing Well - Album {Stereo}

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I know, time waits for no one
But I wish I could turn back
The hands of time
And start over again

‘Cuz I feel, I’ve missed out on
All the good things in life
And they tell me, that my day will come
Or so they say

*CHORUS*
‘Cuz I fell down the wishing well
Just another wish blowin’ in the wind
But I’ll keep making it over and over again
‘Cuz I fell down the wishing well

Why can’t I make all the wishes that I made
In second grade come true
Throwing pennies down the wishing well

This world keeps spinning round and round
And still I find
That something’s slowing me down
Just a step behind the rest of the crowd

*CHORUS*

The snow is falling and already I wish
It could be summer again
It was so easy living life
Making sand castles with you

Firemen and cowboys
They never seemed all that fun to me
I’m still trying to figure out
What I want to be

*CHORUS*

‘Cuz I fell down the wishing well

Falling Apart at the Seams - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

You never said anything to me,
With the lights turned off
I was stumbling about to see.
Falling apart at the seams,
Stop saying everything you mean.

Falling apart at the seams
I let go of everything,
Except this string, that’s all that’s left of me
Falling apart at the seams

Once I was put together well,
No one could shake me if I fell.
Now-a-days it’s harder than before,
Gettin’ much more comfortable with the floor.

Falling apart at the seams
I let go of everything,
Except this string, that’s all that’s left of me
Falling apart at the seams


I’m coming apart.
My door’s been ajar.
I’m a fading star,
Please do your part…

You took away my needle and my thread,
Just a wound up ball at the end of my bed.
I wish somebody took Home Ec.
Please fix me up so I don’t look like such a wreck.

Falling apart at the seams
I let go of everything
Except this string, that’s all that’s left of me
Falling apart at the seams
(repeat chorus)
Falling apart, I let go of everything
Falling apart, except this balled-up string
Falling apart, I’ve let go of everything
Falling apart, falling apart, falling apart...

I Used to Think of Her - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Well I find that things are fitting in place,
But you’ll never notice.
‘Cuz it seems that you would rather erase,
Than to show it.

The little dent in my mind
Where you used to sit,
Has popped back in time
So get used to it.

I used to think of her,
While falling asleep
Now that I’m wide awake,
It’s just fading memories.
‘Cuz I used to think of her
I used to think of her
I used to think of her
I used to think of her

Well I guess I haven’t thought it out,
As how I should tell you.
That I always kind of had a doubt
That this would fall through.

The little dent in mind,
Where you used to sit,
Has popped back with time
So get used to it.

I used to think of her,
While falling asleep
Now that I’m wide awake,
It’s just fading memories
‘Cuz I used to think of her
I used to think of her, I used to think of her
I used to think of her…
I used to think of her…

Stay Home Tonight - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

She doesn’t like to be alone.
Always runnin’ away from home.
Hangin’ on and hangin’ out,
With the people she knows nothing about.
‘Cuz a heart of glass always breaks in two,
Don’t say I didn’t warn you…

So, stay home tonight, stay home tonight,
Don’t go outside, don’t go outside.
‘Cuz the darkness of the night,
Will soon be the darkness under your eyes.
So, stay home tonight, stay home tonight.
Just stay inside, just stay inside.
In the moonlight, your tears can hide
But in the morning, you’ll still be cryin’

The tears will fall again…

So you heard from word-of-mouth,
That so-and-so was talking about
The things you did and the things you said,
They aren’t the things that you know in your head.
‘Cuz there’s more to life than just shaking hands,
Take it from someone who understands.

So, stay home tonight, stay home tonight.
Don’t go outside, don’t go outside.
‘Cuz the darkness of the night,
Will soon be the darkness under your eyes
So, stay home tonight, stay home tonight.
Just stay inside, stay inside.
In the moonlight, your tears can hide
But in the morning, you’ll still be cryin’

The tears will fall again, oh you know they will, you know they will,
you know they will. The tears will fall again and again and again and again and again…So stay home tonight, stay home. Stay home tonight…

I Saw You in My Mind - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

I saw you in my mind,
You walked through my dreams.
Until the sunlight shined
In and out you weaved.
I tried to sleep you back,
Into my head.
Only to awake,
To a tangled bed.

So I’ll wait…
The whole day through,
The whole day through
Just to sleep,
And dream of you,
Dream of you.

Now it’s the only place,
I can see your face anymore.
So I’ll dream…
‘Til the sun hits my door.

And it seems, seems, seems
Like it’s the only thing that I can do…
Is dream, dream, dream…
Dream, dream, dream of you.

Disappointing the Dancers - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

If you wanna dance
Then maybe you should get in your car,
And drive someplace real far
To another bar.
‘Cuz all you’ll hear, here
Is just another song
With cliché lyrics, and broken spirits
And maybe just a little too long.

But I don’t blame you…
For wanting something else
And if it’s all the same to you…
Then I won’t be much help.
Don’t misunderstand
The matter at hand.
I’m not the enemy
I may not be what you want,
But I may be just what you need.

If you took a chance
Then maybe you would change your mind.
About the other kind,
I’m sure you’ll find
All in good time.
That all you’ll hear, here
Is someone singing a song,
With faith in heart that’s been ajar
For just a little too long.

But I don’t blame you…
For wanting something else
And if it’s all the same to you…
Then I won’t be much help.
Don’t misunderstand
The matter at hand.
I’m not the enemy.
I may not be what you want, but I may be just what you need.
If you wanna dance
Then maybe you should get in your car,
And drive someplace real far
To another bar.
‘Cuz all you’ll hear, here
Is just another song
With cliché lyrics , and broken spirits
And maybe just a little too long.

You Could Be My Hat - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

If you were a hat I’d wear you on my head.
I’d never take you off, unless you said.
You’d block all the sun, and hide me from the snow.
I’d hold on tight when the west winds blow.

Shelter me,
Help me,
This is my cry
I hope you’re listening.
I need you,
More than you know,
You could be my hat,
I could be your coat.

When I’d get home I’d hang you on a rack.
I’d never stray too far, and I’d always come back.
You’d smell just like my hair, and look just like my shoes.
If someone told me take you off, I’d refuse.

Shelter me,
Help me,
This is my cry
I hope you’re listening.
I need you, more than you know,
You could be my hat,
I could be your coat.

You could be my hat.
You could be my hat.
You could be my hat.
You could be my hat.

The Other Side - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

One man gets rich, while the other stays poor.
He’s taken everything but he still wants more.
I’ll never cross to the other side of the road.

They say the root of all evil, is the love of cash,
I guess that makes me good because my love will never last.
Can’t seem to see the other side of the road.

How many walls do we have to climb,
Until we find there’s nothing on the other side?
Endless success will test the rest,
But I’m not defined by what I posses.

Power and greed as far as the eye can see,
I’d rather be blind than live in hypocrisy.
That’s how the story goes, on the other side of the road.

How many walls do we have to climb,
Until we find there’s nothing on the other side?
Endless success will test the rest,
But I’m not defined by what I posses.

That’s how the story goes on the other side of the road.
Sellin’ their souls on the other side of the road.
That’s how the story goes on the other side of the road.



Dead-End Lover - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

You’re holdin’ on to your suitcase,
You found a reason to stay.
We don’t have to go very far,
To find the same old place.

The illusions are in your head,
Caught in a spider web.
No matter how hard we try,
Circles won’t get us ahead.

Words will break you down
You’ll forget, who you are.
The splinter in your brain
Keeps the blood from your arm,
No point in waving goodbye now.
Just spit your heart out…

Dead-end lover,
It ain’t worth it,
Coming closer,
To the end.
Gotta let you go,
On your way back home instead…

Words will break you down
You’ll forget, who you are.
The splinter in your brain
Keeps the blood from your arm,
No point in waving goodbye now.
Just spit your heart out…

Dead-end lover,
It ain’t worth it,
Coming closer,
To the end.
Gotta let you go,
On your way back home instead…
Words will break you down
You’ll forget, who you are.
The splinter in your brain
Keeps the blood from your arm,
No point in waving goodbye now.
Just spit your heart out…

Dead-end lover,
It ain’t worth it,
Coming closer,
To the end.
Gotta let you down,
On your way back home instead…

Dead-end lover
Dead-end lover

Dead-end lover, getting closer, to the end.



Typical as Time - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

Wasting away my time.
Another day, another day goes by.
I stretched it out like saran wrap
On a bowl of food.
In hopes that it would stay good
Another day or two.

It’s typical, typical, typical as time

Just when you think you have a moment to breathe,
The same old whirlwind puts you back on your knees.

Doin’ it again, doin’ it again, doin’ it again
Doin’ it again, doin’ it again, doin’ it again


Nothing new besides the days that pass
Year after year just as it always has.

Typical, typical, typical
Typical, typical, typical

It’s typical, typical, typical as time

It’s funny what we keep with us and what we let go
But some things run too deep to ever leave the soul.

Leave it behind, leave it behind, leave it behind
Leave it behind, leave it behind, leave it behind

It’s typical, typical, typical as time

It’s typical, typical as time, it’s typical, typical, typical as time…time

Shake it Out - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

You’d think I’d learn by now.
To shake it out.
‘Stead of holding it in
And pretending to live
In the crowd.

Faces erases the places I’ve tasted
so spit it out, spit it out.
Shake it out…

Shake it out with the rest,
The dust that collects
Will sit on the shelves
With no one else.
Shake it out with the rest,
The dust that collects
Will sit on the shelves
With no one else.

So, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out.

Cashed-out but I’m rollin’ on.
Bright-eyed, flat-footed, head-strong.

Concede that deceit is defeat of belief
And move on, move on.
So long…

Shake it out with the rest,
The dust that collects
Will sit on the shelves,
With no one else.
Shake it out with the rest,
The dust that collects
Will sit on the shelves,
With no one else. So shake it out, shake it out, shake it out…

This Time Around - Album Falling Apart at the Seams

Written By: Brett Mitchell

You’ve been waiting patiently
For a serious response from me.
Although I’d like to say some things,
I’m sure they’ll come out sarcastically.

This time around
I won’t fall down.
A thousand times I’ve said these lines
But somehow always seemed contrived.
I’m picking up the pieces that were left on the ground
And I’ll be better…
This time around,
This time around,
This time around,
This time around…

I’m tryin’ my best to beat the rest
But this contest seems to be meaningless.
‘Cuz all the people that I meet
Seem to think that faith is obsolete.

This time around
I won’t fall down.
A thousand times I’ve said these lines
But somehow always seemed contrived.
I’m picking up the pieces that were left on the ground
And I’ll be better…
This time around,
This time around,
This time around,
This time around…

Forget what you’ve done.
You don’t have to prove to anyone
That you’ve moved on, and things have changed.
Now nothing will ever be the same.

This time around
I won’t fall down.
A thousand times I’ve said these lines
But somehow always seemed contrived.
I’m picking up the pieces that were left on the ground
And I’ll be better…
This time around,
This time around,
This time around,
This time around…

Discography

Falling Apart at the Seams, release date 01/01/2011.

Small House, released 11/21/2007

{Stereo}, released 9/24/05,

GUTBUCKET, 2012 (Brett's side project with Dave Kellan and Jake Krull) Gutbucket, self titled, and recorded live just won Review Magazine's Best CD Release for 2012.

Gutbucket Blues Band, self titled and recorded in 2000 with Brett (B.J.) on drums and vocal harmonies along with Dave Kellan & Jake Krull. (Available only by contacting brett@brettmitchellmusic.com.)

Liisten and purchase all the above at CDbaby.com or download through most digital services including iTunes, Amazon and Rhapsody.

Set List

The reason Brett MItchell & the giant GHOST is so appealing in the live show aside from Brett's engaging vocals, is due to his ability to shine on drums or acoustic guitar while singing lead, his incredible ability to play multiple instruments at the same time, the professionalism and talent of the band and Brett's eclectic taste in music. You'll hear covers that you love but other bands don't often play and Brett's originals are as requested as covers. The band is flexible as to the length of sets and can provide entertainment for 4+ hours. A typical set list, (Brett's original music is listed first) might include:

ORIGINALS:
{Stereo}, Young Summer
{Stereo}, De-frost
{Stereo}, Goes My Way
{Stereo}, Empty Hearted
{Stereo}, title track
Falling Apart at the Seams, This Time Around
Falling Apart at the Seams, I Saw You In My Mind
Falling Apart at the Seams, The Other Side
Falling Apart at the Seams, Typical As Time
Falling Apart at the Seams, Disappointing the Dancers
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