ANDREW LYNCH

ANDREW LYNCH

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Andrew Lynch is a singer/songwriter/guitar player whose music could be described as grassy americana with a touch of funky jazz. His riff-based percussive guitar style and crisp lyrical wit sometimes make you want to move, and sometimes make you want to sit down and think...or drink

Biography

Andrew Lynch is a singer/songwriter/guitar player whose music could be described as grassy americana with a touch of funky jazz. His riff-based percussive guitar style and crisp lyrical wit sometimes make you want to move, and sometimes make you want to sit down and think...or drink. Andrew's music digs deep into folk, blues, bluegrass, roots and traditional Irish music, creating a style that brings timeless writing, catchy melodic lines, percussive and syncopated rhythms into a sonic blend still undefined by any genre. His writing, developed by adventures as a traveler, ranges from poetic and introspective to witty and silly.

Andrew's exposure to music started with dad playing violin while mom played the piano and guests at St Patrick's day parties were made to sing traditional Irish songs half drunk on whiskey and punch at the Lynch's home in Ireland. Being forced to take violin lessons only made the neighbors wonder who was torturing a cat when he would practice, and piano lessons made Andrew's parents angry when despite natural talent and a musical ear he never prepared for a lesson. When his family moved to Ohio he was introduced to an entirely different spectrum of music including bluegrass and Civil War songs, many of which were easy enough to blow on a harmonica...Andrew's first freely chosen instrument.

At University, banging on bongos turned into a position in the African Ensemble, as well as band called "Don't Eat The Bluegrass" that would play regularly at the local cafe and got a bit of college radio airtime. It wasn't long before he developed a guitar habit that would keep him from expending all his creative energy on building models in architecture school. Travelling and exploring during studies abroad engendered a need for release which in turn bred an arsenal of songs written and performed in multiple countries where Andrew developed his performing skills busking and playing clubs.

After graduation he moved [more like ran away screaming] from the Midwest and landed in a tourist town on Lake Tahoe for long enough to realize that despite the bitchin' snowboard season there was no real music scene or any architecture jobs there. And because nearby San Francisco was not the Haight-Ashbury hippie haven he had hoped for, but more of a silicon valley vacuous concrete jungle with crazy people bleeding on the tram, he moved up to Portland, Oregon instead where creative people don't much feel like working and there never has been nor ever will be a decent economy.

Struggling with his artist and musician buddies in Portland, Andrew expanded his musical talents, formed a couple of bands, and did some recording. Although some of his musician friends moved on to record labels, Andrew continues to pursue his passion for architecture in order to feed himself, while finding time to develop his music to feed the soul. Over the last decade Andrew has written hours upon hours of original music and is now rehearsing with a new band as well as an acoustic duo to play out around Portland, and maybe even put down an album.

Lyrics

Overflow

Written By: Andrew Lynch

(Intro)

Verse
Fill it up they say
And it won’t overflow
Take out what you need
And it won’t cease to grow
Fill up my cup, I’ll drink it down
And make it overflow

Verse
Silence sends you something
You could never seek
Write it down, spit it out
Play it all for weeks
I gave you something to think about
And what it is can make you feel so weak

Chorus
I know what it is, I’ve seen it
It’s so hard to let it go
What you make me see, I feel it
You can’t fill my cup to overflow

Verse
Morning comes with blazing sun
The day will follow on
And all the birds that sing for you
Have written one more song
The moon will rise with eyes so bright
To make my sleepless nights tiptoe along

Verse
What is it that makes you move
The way you move, my sweet
You float along, and kiss the sky
The ground kisses your feet
The way you make me move I feel
That there is no such thing as self-defeat

Chorus
I know what it is, I’ve seen it
It’s so hard to let it go
What you make me see, I feel it
You can’t fill my cup to overflow

(Outro)

The Way You Look at Me

Written By: Andrew Lynch

Verse
Friday night; nowhere to go
I’ll take a ride and count the lights along the road
I’m broke; nothing to do
I wish that I could spend this night with you

Verse
Sunday morning I lay awake in bed
Scratch and moan but I can’t get you off my head
Breakfast doesn’t seem the same without you here
Every morning, every day, year after year

Chorus
And I say
Ooo yeah I love the way you look at me
Your face is etched into my memory
Three days and you’ll be walking through my door
I can have the one that I adore

Verse
I pull the shades to brighten up my day
I can’t think straight when you’re away
In my dreams I can have you next to me
But without you I can’t chase away my misery

Verse
I could hide but you’d see through my skin
You can pull apart the box I’m trapped within
In your face I can read the signs
In your eyes I see the light I love to find

(Chorus)

Uptown Line

Written By: Andrew Lynch

Verse
city streets pull me toward
avenues that surge and pour
with people on the crosswalk -
cars are waiting, some are honking horns -
grip me as I slip through crowds
of passengers and passers-by
heading for the maintrain
going uptown on a downtown line,
racing as we chase the clock
the city's pace will never stop,
driving on the wrong side
of the road on every other block,
they've all got a reason
cooling on the breeze and now
we're waiting 'round for nothing more
that's not what we came here for

Verse
spending as i can afford,
people here are 'cross the board
with clothes of shades and colors,
likes of which i haven't seen before,
left or right on broadway seems
the only way to any means
of stumbling on the right way
to the boulevard to find your dreams,
making plans is my demise,
options are so many
that when i arrived in april
all i could do was blink my eyes,
we've all got our reasons
floating on the breeze and now
we're waiting 'round for nothing more
that's not what we came here for

(Head)

Bridge
trash and the graffiti,
life is rarely easy
and with so much competition
no use now in wishing
for an easier solution,
choking on pollution
is the price you pay to win it;
you put all you've got in it
there's no use looking back to where
life was slow with cleaner air,
it seemed you had a future
and that was where your roots were
so you took a chance to make it,
there's no way to fake it here
we're waiting 'round for nothing more
that's not what we came here for

Verse
time is something i would hoard
if i could but i can't ignore
the fact that we all seem to know
exactly what we came here for,
things are slowly changing
and my wants are rearranging
so i leave what has been left undone,
i know i'm not the only one
with no need for explaining,
for bumming and spare-changing
so i set my course and work my way,
i struggle and i earn my pay,
we've all got our reasons
heading for the breeze and now
we're waiting 'round for nothing more
that's not what we came here for



Discography

Music is available at www.andrewlynchmusic.com/music

Set List

A show is typically (2) 45 minute sets of original music that typically includes a couple of obscure yet recognizable cover songs that the crowd can enjoy and can often sing along