Brenna Gibson Redpath

Brenna Gibson Redpath

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Singing since the age of four, the daughter of a jazz musician, Brenna Gibson Redpath has been a part of music scenes from Nashville to Los Angeles (by way of Arkansas.) Her songs tell stories of vivid moments in poetic voice. She has writing awards in Country, Pop, and Classical genres.

Biography

Arkansas native Brenna Gibson Redpath is, and always will be, a Southern Girl no matter what her
current zip code happens to be. Singing since the age of 4, the daughter of a jazz musician, Brenna has been a part of music scenes from Nashville to Los Angeles – by way of Mississippi. Brenna’s songs aren’t southern per se, but her own sensibilities are woven throughout her tightly crafted often emotional and always visual songs. She tells stories of vivid moments in poetic voice. The humble musical style that accompanies her images betrays her traditional musical upbringing. Her influences include great songwriters as diverse as Harry Nilsson, Elvis Costello, Lyle Lovett and Tom Waits, and she, like them, is a storyteller. Her favorite daydream is the one where she hangs with Hugh Prestwood and his guitar on a back porch somewhere.
She is leaving for Europe in June 09, where her family will spend a year traveling. She can't wait to soak up every local music scene she can find.
Brenna Gibson Redpath has won:
*Top 3 semi-finalist for The Sorel Medallion classical composer award 2008
*Song Of The Year: June Folk Winner 2007
*Runner-up in the Song Of The Year Contest (2006) for both April and June.
*Runner-up in the WRA Song Competition 2006
* The Nashville International Song Contest for October 2005,
*Honorable Mention from UniSong (2005)
*Honorable Mention from Great American Song Contest (2005)

She is also currently a Featured Songwriter on Narrative Music Website. www.narrativemusic.ca

Her music is in rotation on Desert Highway Radio.com and Moozikoo Radio

“Remarkable, striking, beautiful imagery.”
-Great American Song Contest (2005)

“Her lyrics take the listener into a state of sensuality.”
-VH1 Song of the Year (2006)

Hear for yourself at www.BrennaGibsonRedpath.com.
and at Moozikoo.com

Lyrics

You Are My Moon

Written By: Brenna Gibson Redpath

YOU ARE MY MOON

I’ve heard that the moon phase can pull on a woman
Just as it pulls on the tide
Tugging her rhythms and swelling emotions
Tangling up her insides
You are my moon.

I knew a man
Who could dream the most beautiful dreams.
He took my hand
And he unraveled all of my seams.
And as I slowly let go of the countless ties that bind,
He stood before me shining so brightly I almost went blind.

What can I do with this gift that has no place?
How can I handle it now that it’s taking so much of my space?
I know that one day he’ll have to jingling and jangling along,
And I’ll go back home where I belong.
I’ll go back home where I belong.
I’ll go back home.

And I’ve heard that the moon phase can pull on a woman
Just as it pulls on the tide
Tugging her rhythms and swelling emotions
Tangling up her insides
You are my moon.
You are my moon.
You are my moon.

Shoelaces

Written By: Brenna Gibson Redapth

Shoelaces

I guess that I’d call you an old friend of mine
Or maybe one I used to know.
It’s still quite a story after all of this time,
But it’s not one my friends or the neighbors would know.

This morning you called me as I’m wiping faces
And I hear your smile right through the phone.
And the news that you tell me as I’m tying shoelaces
Makes me think of how far you and I came from home.

We were so young when we headed for dreamland,
Thinking we knew what our dreams really were.
Now with the touch of one tiny clenched hand
All in the world you see is her.

I’m so happy for you. I know she’ll adore you
And you’ll be her big grinning dad.
Isn’t it funny how life lasts a long time.
Enough for the dreams we didn’t know we had

You know so many years ago we had our plans.
We lived wild the way young lovers do.
But now I’m a grown woman and you’re a grown man.
And I smile when my mind tumbles into you.

So I’ll send the flowers, and she’ll write a Thank You
And you’ll email for sleeping advice.
And I’m not who I was. I don’t know about you
But you have to agree that it’s been quite a life.

We were so young when we headed for dreamland,
Thinking we knew what our dreams really were.
Now with the touch of one tiny clenched hand
All in the world you see is her.

I’m so happy for you. I know she’ll adore you
And you’ll be her big grinning dad.
Isn’t it funny how life lasts a long time.
Enough for the dreams we didn’t know we had

What Happens Now

Written By: Brenna Gibson Redpath / Larry Treadwell


At 4am she starts the drive
Before the traffic starts buzzing in the hive
The kid asleep in back she’s wrapped in blanket’s warm
She’s on her way back home

She knows she’s got a way to go
She settles in, turns up the heat and the radio
And then she feels the tears have started trickling down
And who knows what happens now

But everything is good, everything is fine
The only trouble here is surely in her mind
Lately life has been just a bit unkind

Now the kids are waking up
She wipes her eyes and drains the cold dregs from her cup
She takes a raged breath and forces on a smile
She’ll be OK for a little while

It’s the brave face keeps her holding on to sane
And it’s that same brave face that’s causing all the pain
But she’s afraid to face the truth, to take it in
And where would she begin

I know what happens next cause I’ve been here before
She’ll tiptoe round keeping house and sweeping floors
And heaven help us when he looses it once more

CHORUS

And now she’s pulling up to home
She sends the kids out back and warns them not to roam
She sits there staring out the windshield at the door
But can she go there anymore?
Across the street I’m at the window wondering “How?”
And who knows what happens now

Brenna Gibson Redpath
b.redpath@sbcglobal.net
818.264.6657

In The Middle Of June

Written By: Brenna Gibson Redpath

In The Middle Of June
She fills the kiddie pool
She pulls out summer clothes
The older one's out of school
The house is alive with little feet like thunder
But this morning June feels like she's going under

In The Middle Of June
When the garden's exploding
When the birds sing their tune
And there's life all around
In a thousand ways the world is unfolding
There's a small secret place
A still quiet space
There in the middle of June

In the sewing room
She keeps an old wooden box
With the papers she signed, a hospital bracelet, and tiny socks
She leans on the joy and the peace of Gods love today
As she says Happy Birthday to the baby that she gave away

CHORUS

But sometimes she sits
With a cup in her hand
And sings a small tuneless tune
It's the melody of the day

In The Middle Of June
In The Middle Of June
In a thousand ways her life is unfolding
There's a small secret place
A still quiet space
There In The Middle Of June
There's a small secret place
A precious dear face
There In The Middle Of June

Bigger Fish To Fry

Written By: Brenna Gibson Redpath

Bigger Fish To Fry
(B. Gibson Redpath)

This may not be my concern
And there are bridges I won’t burn
And this ain’t no lullaby

She’s been waiting there alone
Time for you to go head on home
You’ve got bigger fish to fry

You’d best go back home and sit down with your baby
Start to separate the truth from all the lie
Sat goodbye to the bit of fun you’re having lately
Cause Honey you’ve got bigger fish to fry

Everybody’s got their plans
And the world makes it’s demands
It’s not all just spooning pie
Let me make it very clear
You’ve got to choose what you hold dear.
You’ve got bigger fish to fry

You’d best go back home and sit down with your baby
Start to separate the truth from all the lie
Sat goodbye to the bit of fun you’re having lately
Cause Honey you’ve got bigger fish to fry

Staying at the bar till the games long over
Staying late at work just to dot the I’s
You’re guilty conscience looking over your shoulder
Tempting you to tell those little white lies.

You’d best go back home and sit down with your baby
Start to separate the truth from all the lie
Sat goodbye to the bit of fun you’re having lately
Cause Honey you’ve got bigger fish to fry

Brenna Gibson Redpath
b.redpath@sbcglobal.net
818.264.6657