Aaron Austin and the Bootleg Preachers

Aaron Austin and the Bootleg Preachers

 Richmond, Kentucky, USA
BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

If it weren’t for legal stipulations, Aaron Austin and the Bootleg Preachers might be called Shawn Mullins and the Barenaked Vigilantes of Love.

Biography

Aaron Austin and his counterintuitive compatriots, the Bootleg Preachers have a penchant for paradox and an abiding confidence in mystery. They stir up rootsy Americana tunes with a touch of twang and truckload of contemplation. If it weren’t for legal stipulations, they might be called Shawn Mullins and the Barenaked Vigilantes of Love.

A self-proclaimed late-bloomer, Aaron has spent decades learning to weave the threads of beauty and sorrow into text and tunes. It takes time for these things to steep, and the Preachers are a seasoned crew who bring joyous fervor to each note.

Though A Glorious Mess is Aaron and the Preachers’ first release, the lengthy distillation of their verse and sound belies this recent debut. Hope and candor have mingled to produce a thoughtful brew unafraid to question established moorings and brave enough to believe.

The Bootleg Preachers appear in a variety of permutations, from small acoustic duos to an alt-country band with a full rhythm section and a small choir. The Preachers’ repertoire is just as varied, with minimalist folk songs, bluesy meanderings, and some good ol’ rock and roll. They’re ready to bring their glorious mess anywhere there are ears to listen.

Lyrics

Lines

Written By: Aaron Austin

There's an old crooked tree that writhed out its days
a solitary tower in the middle of that field
by the rugged river that runs its way
through the rock down to where
The green grass glistens between your toes
just down from the hill where everybody goes
To watch the sky at night and bask in the light of the moon
And I never saw a straight line
'Till I arrived

At the chiseled towers that tread the sky
stream lined to prosper and venture better than
The brooding brick that lies about in boxes right by where
The tractors trod the rows of wheat
just down from the grid of the city streets
where the times and lines and letters on signs
remind us to keep up the rush
And I'm keeping up the rush
And I'm keeping up the rush

So I took my life a winding path
I put it in the tub and I gave it a bath
But muddied it up and tried to iron out the wrinkles
So I put in a box straight and narrow
covered it in paper and a pretty blue bow
Just don't look inside cause there you'll find a mess
That does not coincide with the image I'd like to express

The old crooked tree writhed its last, as we topped down the tower
to make room for some stores
Just down from the lake the used to be the river we dammed up
And the pavement burns your ten tiny toes
just up from the hill where everybody knows
The scientists watch the stars from a telescope
They're watching stars from a telescope
Don't here me say that I don't think that we got hope

So I'll take my life a winding path
forget the tub and bypass the bath
Don't even try to iron out my wrinkles
Burn that old box straight and narrow
tear off the papter and lose that old bow
Maybe it's time to admit I'm a mess

The Crux

Written By: Aaron Austin

The Crux
Aaron Austin

Verse 1
Somewhere deep inside
The truth of love exists
A transcendental union
'Tween the boundless and the fixed
Covered up in layers
Of ambiguity
Misspelled in translation
Making sense of mystery

Chorus
The crux of my argument
The axis of my arc
The point of my rambling
The center of my heart
You are

Verse 2
Somewhere deep inside
Time melts with divine
Past all sense and reason
That's where the truth we find

Bridge
Somewhere deep inside
The cooing of a child
Crying out to know
The purest love the dearest hope

Verse 3
Somewhere deep inside
Past pretense and fear
Of being known and not being known
Is the crux of life

© 2006 by Aaron Austin

Compass

Written By: Aaron Austin

Let's go drive cross this country
In my old beat up Chevrolet
I know that I can make it
If you go with me all the way

You are my compass
My true north, and my sanity
You are my directions
Oh, you are home to me

We'll go down to the ocean
Feel the power of the sea
Cross over to the gulf of Mexico
Find that spot where I lost my wedding ring

You are my compass
My true north, and my sanity
You are my directions
Oh, you are home to me

Let's go through the corn rows of Kansas
Up to the biggest sky we've seen
Back down to that old canyon
See what perseverance brings

You are my compass
My true north, and my sanity
You are my directions
Oh, you are home to me

The farther I go, the more I see
The more I know, we were meant to be

We'll go hit the west coast
Get tattoos down by the beach
Back home to Appalachia
To that park where I said marry me

You are my compass
My true north, and my sanity
You are my directions
Oh, you are home to me

Discography

A Glorious Mess - 2010

Set List

Lines
A Glorious Mess
The Crux
Compass
Hold On Baby
Edges
Love Lights
You Are the Light
Keep the Light On
139
Glory
Rise and Shine
Long Road
Sunset
If You've Got a Light
Let Him Know Your Situation
Your Love Will Hold Me Up
Leaves