Brendan Rogers

Brendan Rogers

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A singer-singwriter fronted band that is cross between Mumford and Sons and Ray LaMontangne in sound. Brendan's rousing vocals are very distinctive which are complimented further by his interesting approach to lyrical content.

Biography

Brendan is emerging on the burgeoning folk scene with an impassioned set of widely influenced folk songs. His rousing vocals are complimented by the accompaniment of strings, woodwind and brass.

He recorded his first set of demos with Grammy winner Dom Morley (Amy Winehouse, Adele, The Police, Mull Historical society..) who approached him after seeing him play a solo show in London. On the back of these demos he then went on to secure some great support slots with the likes of the Magic Numbers, Madison Violet and Joel Plaskett.

In the past 2 years he has appeared at Lovebox, Great Escape and Standon Calling festivals and recently had his first big London headline show at The Borderline.

Brendan was also nominated in the Exposure music awards (http://www.exposuremusicawards.org/news/the-2012-exposure-music-awards-winners/) where he came 2nd in the folk category and 3rd in the overall male category

Lyrics

Valentine

Written By: Brendan Rogers

So it's finishing or so it may seem
my love for the tonic and the tea
I lived for the nights and the dawn
it flows down through my ancestory

Far be it from me call my place in life
I've balanced it all on my own
but you sure did bring me home

i shine a torch through the hedge around our place
Cos I'm looking for that feeling and I hunger for that taste
I stand up on a box out in the rain
And looked all around me as the colours begin to fade

And time trickles slowly through my mind
when you saw walking alone
With a sudden leap of faith onto the wall
You started me road

From the worn and trampled streets in the darkest of hours
through the coloured glass you place on your view upon this land
I feel the power shift up on the ridge
you rolled right the path as my valentine

So I camped out in the back field again
as i try to keep a lid on things and I try the best to sort it out
and like a woodlouse I curled into a ball
and I rolled right through the churchyard and tumbled on your lawn

now the proof is the making of all your see
when you saw me walkin alone
now I've buried my hatchet so you bury yours
and you sure can bring me home
you sure can bring me home

From the worn and trampled streets in the darkest of hours
through the coloured glass you place on your view upon this land
I feel the power shift up on the ridge
you rolled right the path as my valentine