Bill Bartholomew

Bill Bartholomew

 New York City, New York, USA
BandAlternativeRock

Singer-songwriter and guitarist who has emerged from the Brooklyn DIY scene with a reputation as a "strong songwriter and natural performer" who is "reminiscent of some of the leading indie folk troubadours of today."

Biography

Whether fronting his hard-hitting band or delivering an intimate solo acoustic performance, Brooklyn singer-songwriter Bill Bartholomew captivates audiences with his powerful persona, warm voice and well-crafted originals.

"Strong songwriting, wordy lyrical constructs, and an ear for hooks...reminiscent of some of the leading indie folk troubadours of today, like Elvis Perkins and The Tallest Man On Earth...blistering electric guitar work...seriously infectious pop...I found myself not wanting it to be over." - ON DEAF EARS (Austin, TX)

"Start to finish with palpable energy. Bartholomew succeeds at delivering well written, honest-to-goodness folk/rock songs. A skilled songwriter and natural performer, (he) has the ability to seamlessly give himself to (and lose himself in) his music." - JEZEBELMUSIC.COM (NYC)

"Without a doubt, Bill Bartholomew enjoys performing and recording his songs on the spirited, hook-laden EP, "World on a Wire". "American Anthem" starts off with standard pop rock, but midway the song cuts into a funky breakdown with a showcase of his guitar skills. Bartholomew's bright vocals and charged-up choruses make for an exciting debut." - THE DELI MAGAZINE (NYC)

"Hook-filled songs." - THE HOOK (Charlottesville, VA)

"A flair for melody." - THE PROVIDENCE PHOENIX (Providence, RI)

"(He) literally didn't need a microphone at times for the force and emotion in his powerful voice." - Fifth Annual Williamsburg Live Songwriters Competition Journal (NYC)

Lyrics

World on a Wire

Written By: Bill Bartholomew

It starts with a weeping, cold goodbye
Heading out of town, high rises bungalows and
One of two endings that arise

Hold still the least inclined
Satisfy the time, wide-eyed and wondering what
All that creation won’t deny

Was in a lull
A numbing truth, to bring me through
All that I hide
Becoming truth, to bring me through and through

I can’t erase all the mileage that's transpired
I can’t believe that I fell from the world on a wire

With nothing left to save
Pictures from the grave
Heading the refrain
All eyes are opening now
All that division won’t deny

Was in a lull
A numbing truth, to bring me through
All that I hide
Becoming truth, to bring me through and through

I can’t erase all the mileage that's transpired
I took a tumble from a dangling world on a wire
Now I’m reaching down like everything sans desire, higher
I can’t believe that I fell from the world on a wire, the world on a wire, the world on a wire

American Anthem

Written By: Bill Bartholomew

Could arrive orderly in my ear
What brought me to my knees
Could erase gingerly the facts
You got me to believe
I have no shame, no share of bitter lies within
Lying frozen

Open arms are built inside you
Built inside you, built inside you
On the dawn to recognize you
Break you down

If I scatter like the winds of change that brought me to retreat
If I crumble down in spite of medicine gains that you got me to achieve
I have no shame, no share of bitter lies within
Lying frozen

Open arms are built inside you
Built inside you, built inside you
On the dawn to recognize you
Break you down

I have no shame, no share of bitter lies within

Bright Eyed, Blurry and Blue

Written By: Bill Bartholomew

Got a hand in my pocket
Got my eye on a prize and its coming around
Like a drop in a bucket
A revolution from a sound

Air to the ground
By yourself
Walking around

Nothing more, nothing to it
Gonna fix a mind to heat like sun
Gonna reach right through it
Seize the tatters from the sides

Air to the ground
By yourself
Walking around
What a wonder

Hands, like the words descending
If only to visualize an end
Hands, life is forward bending
The I come to you
And you show me through
Then I run to you
Bright eyed, Blurry and Blue

Do I have to rise against the storm
To repeat the norm?
Or hammer it out
For another second chance
Recalibrate the lens,
Release some air

Air to the ground
By yourself
Walking around
What a wonder

Hands, like the words descending
If only to visualize an end
Hands, life is forward bending
Then I come to you
And you show me through
Then I run to you
All eyes sunk and new
The I come to you
And you show me through
Then I run to you
Bright eyed, blurry and blue

Arsenal

Written By: Bill Bartholomew

If you’re on the road to nowhere and its pouring
Don’t let me down,
Don’t let me down

If you saddle up your horse but there’s no rider
Leave without a sound
Leave without a sound

If you’re so inclined to love me
I think you are the type
I would be forever in your eyes

If you stumble through the straight ways and the shadows
And your spirits are marred
If your spirits are marred

‘Cause I’m halfway down the drain and I’m retiring my name
And I’m taking it all
I am taking it all

If you’re so inclined to love me
I think you are the type
I would be
Or I would seem to reach in
If your soul decides to want me
I think you are the type
I would be forever in your eyes

If your whispers turn to whimpers in the city
Don’t let me go
Don’t let me go

Discography

Wild Colours EP (Nov. 2009) - Self Released
World on a Wire EP (April 2008) - Self Released