Brick Skin

Brick Skin

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Brick Skin provides soulful and sincere alternative pop/rock music with powerful and moving melodies.

Biography

Brick Skin is the collaboration of two long-time friends: Steve Gottwals and Mirv Haggard. They started their first band when they were just 10 years of age and garnered huge popularity amongst their classmates until college split them up and sent Steve into Sacramento and Mirv into San Francisco.

While Steve maintained his focus on Pop music, forming a band called Section 8 that gained much popularity playing throughout the Sacramento region, Mirv joined the underground music scene by playing with the Limbomaniacs, which included Brian "Brain" Mantia, who later went on to play with Primus and is now currently drumming with Guns 'N Roses. Later, Mirv created his own band under the name of M.I.R.V., which has successfully toured both domestically and internationally with the likes of Primus and Jerry Cantrell (Alice in Chains), and has been featured on well known TV shows such as “The Real World” and “Beavis and Butthead”. M.I.R.V. is still performing to large audiences today.

When Steve decided to continue being an eternal student and to go on to Graduate School, Section 8 was disbanded and he spent the next phase of his career as an acoustic solo singer/songwriter performing mainly in coffee houses with his guitar. In 2001, Steve and Mirv joined forces again and formed ‘Brick Skin’, a collaboration combining Steve’s pop sensibilities with Mirv's extensive live and studio experience unleashing a new brand of "alternative-pop" music.

Lyrics

Worry

Written By: Steve Gottwals

I saw her from across the room
But didn’t know that every move was going to break my heart
It’s like looking for poor Vincent’s ear
In the melancholy landscape of his art

And I always think I’ve got it under control
Like it’s just a matter of hanging my hat
You know I should have seen it coming
But I’m useless like that

Catch a demon in your hands and when he’s not looking
Go ahead and just try to sneak a kiss
Sarcastic ploys and stupid jokes I’m bumbling through this life of mine
I’m losing grip of this

And I always think I’ve got it under control
Like it’s just a matter of hanging my hat
You know I should have seen it coming
But I’m useless like that

You worry about the price of success
And worry about the size of your dress
And me, I worry about you
You worry about the way that you’ll rate
And worry about the meal that you ate
And me, I worry about you

Came home just the other day
And found you sleeping in our bed
At least that’s what I thought
‘Till I saw the empty bottle by your head

And I always think I’ve got it under control
Like it’s just a matter of hanging my hat
You know I should have seen it coming
But I’m useless like that

You worry about the price of success
And worry about the size of your dress
And me, I worry about you
You worry about the way that you’ll rate
And worry about the meal that you ate
And me, I worry about you

17 Cats

Written By: Steve Gottwals

Go out and play it’s a beautiful day, came down like a ruling from mom
The first thing I hear is poor Sally again, as her backside meets Mrs. K’s palm
I wait for my best friend to get home from church, so we can sneak someplace unseen
You see we’ve discovered the place that his dad hides, all of his nude magazines

Sure we broke some windows, you know we broke some rules
Always discovering our streets hidden jewels

It’s all syndicated, and dropped in our lap
Like living through reruns of last season’s crap
Like zombies we’re walking in celebrity shoes
I’ll probably catch you on this evening’s news

And old Mrs. Saunders, lives all alone, with seventeen cats
What’s wrong with that?

Mr. K’s wearing those dresses again, as we spy on him alone in his room
Sometimes he goes to the mirror and speaks, then dances around with a broom
Mrs. O’Reilly is back at our door again, slurring her words as she speaks
This time she needs just a couple of beers, she’s been showing up three times a week

Sure we broke some windows, you know we broke some rules
Always discovering our streets hidden jewels

It’s all syndicated, and dropped in our lap
Like living through reruns of last season’s crap
Like zombies we’re walking in celebrity shoes
I’ll probably catch you on this evening’s news

And old Mrs. Saunders, lives all alone, with seventeen cats
What’s wrong with that?

Spinning around again
We go spinning around
Tumbling down that hill
We go spinning around

And it makes it impossible, to walk a straight line

It’s all syndicated, and dropped in our lap
Like living through reruns of last season’s crap
Like zombies we’re walking in celebrity shoes
I’ll probably catch you on this evening’s news

How Long?

Written By: Steve Gottwals

Well they took this girl, and they dressed her up
And they put her up on stage
Lip-synching, smoke and mirrors, they had her hanging from wires
While she was under age
Well they put her on video, and they placed her on the radio
Locked her up in a ten year contract, gotta add a gold belly ring
A catchy name and some sexy clothing, it’s all about the packaging!

How long ‘till evolution, wipes that smile off their face?
How long ‘till we all realize, that it’s just a hopeless case?

Well the money’s flowing, must expand the action
And film’s the next call
But keep the budget down, and crank the tours up
And there’s profit for all
But she’s working non-stop, headed straight for the top
Got a show tonight in Boise, and tomorrow she’ll be in Kent
What about that thing with Oprah, and what about the President?

How long ‘till evolution, wipes that smile off their face?
How long ‘till we all realize, that it’s just a hopeless case?
How long ‘till evolution, wipes that smile off their face?
How long ‘till we all realize, that it’s just a hopeless case?

The tabloids have got her getting sick on cocaine and beer
There’s talk of a sex scandal and self-destruction inside a year
Mommy, Daddy, where did my life go?
Mommy, Daddy, where did it go?

How long ‘till evolution, wipes that smile off their face?
How long ‘till we all realize, that it’s just a hopeless case?
How long ‘till evolution, wipes that smile off their face?
How long ‘till we all realize, that it’s just a hopeless case?

Discography

CD: Nothing Street