Brine Webb

Brine Webb

 Norman, Oklahoma, USA
BandPop

Lyrically focused songwriting accompanied by unique and deliberate music. Often haunting without becoming ambient, rising into powerful cinematic crescendos.

Biography

Brine Webb wonders what makes life. What makes him alive and what makes him worth keeping alive? His songwriting seems to ask if humanity is a long list of redundancies, what can be done to ensure the nonredundancy of self? Webb wonders where he comes from and he wonders where he is going, but more importantly, he wonders how he lays into the scheme. In his music and his lyrics, one can hear Brine Webb being enthralled by the mystery of life, and as much as he seems to want to solve it and be at ease with it, he seems even more terrified by it.

"Best songwriter in Oklahoma." - Seth Kastner, CEO Charis Records

"Haunting melancholy, covered in a coat of drunken optimism. The simplicity of his lyrics defy the complexity of all they imply. Webb is a writer of desperate honesty and brilliant truth." - Sarah Belling, Workweek Mag.

Lyrics

Cigarette Tree

Written By: Brine Webb

See the field. It's far away,
through the houses, by the cigarette tree.
See the tree. It's dancing high
with birds and leaves and cigarettes for all my...

I see my friends. They dance around.
I'd never see them if I didn't come to town.
God forbid they come see me,
but having friends like that would be too easy.

See the field. It's gone away,
through the houses, past the cigarette tree.
See the wind. It's in the sky,
with birds and rain and cigarette smoke every...

Maybe we could spend some time
drinking up the town until we die.
Let me get it's only right.
We'll shut this baby down when they close tonight.

But you won't stay.

...and the midnight shivers

Written By: Brine Webb

An evil spirit came for me.
I climbed into the nearest tree.
I said, "I will change the weather.
I will change the weather."

But he said, "It's alright, though you're gonna die.
It's alright," he said, "though you're gonna be dead.
We're all gonna be dead."

The holy spirit came for me
and rowed me out into the sea.
I said, "I could never get there.
I could never get there."

But he said, "It's alright, though you're gonna die.
It's alright," he said, "though you're gonna be dead."
He said, "It's alright, though you're gonna die.
It's alright," he said, "though you're gonna be dead.
We're all gonna be dead."

different.better.more

Written By: Brine Webb

Here's a song for us to sing to you
for us to sing to you.
You can sing it too.

Here's a song for us to sing to you
for us to sing to you.
You can sing it too.
You can sing it too.

I try to do it in just the right way when I hang my head,
that way everyone knows
I wish I were dead.

I try to shake it up, but it's all been said,
and it's all been done.
I've seen this before.

Be something different.
Be something better.
Be something more.

Here's a song for us to sing to you,
for us to sing to you.
You can sing it too.
You can sing it too.

Turnabout is Fairplay

Written By: Brine Webb

It finally caught up to him,
the way that he was.
You sleep around, you'll find that someone tells.

It finally caught up to him,
the things that he'd done.
You jump from love to love and hope for one.

Find Away

Written By: Brine Webb

all tires and wind noise, like a sigh,
and because the road's nearby
it's a lonely time of night.
but you can keep me company
as i'm walking up the road.
there's a place i want to go,
or would you rather drive me?

if i could find a way to come see you...

i'll bring the painting if you will bring the wheels.
you could sleep for years to know you'd have to drive me.
you tell me it's wonderful, that you've never seen as good,
just like i knew you would,
because you always lie to me.

if i could find a way to come see you,
i wouldn't lose the fight and all i'm working for.
i haven't talked to you
for days and days
because i know you never listen anyway,
but i won't give up on all that we could do.

When I Was Young

Written By: Brine Webb

when i was a young boy
i scratched my days with ink.
i thought, "when i get to the future,
i don't want to know how i think."
well, i forgot how to think.
i forgot how to think.

but i've tried to remember the days
that weren't as bad as they seemed.

when i was a young girl
i marked my days in pen.
i wanted to be able to look back,
to see where i'd been.
well, i know where i've been.
i know where i've been.

but i've tried to forget all the days
when i felt as bad as i did.

when i was a young child
i drove myself mad
to try and remember
to remember the good and the bad.

Ghost Family

Written By: Brine Webb

we're a ghost family,
'cause i don't think we seem like what we're supposed to be.
are you ever coming home?
if we're in love, then why am i here all alone?

we're a ghost family.

are we wed, or am i supposed to be somebody else?
you said you're sorry for killing me,
i said, "i did it to myself.
i stuck around."

i'm not aware i was supposed to be somebody else.
you said you never wanted me.
i said, "that's not the way it felt."
i guess i shut my eyes,
so i shut my eyes

and there i saw...

she said, "goodbye." i said, "fine.
i don't need you around."

she said, "sorry." i said, "why?
i don't need you around."

i don't need you around.

Transit

Written By: Brine Webb

they did cartwheels from the stone wall of the park
in the early morning dark.
4 a.m. had come so far.
they'd been kicked out of the bar,
so they wandered under stars,
'cause the trains weren't running.

empty bottles mean they stayed
up all morning and they played
easy color drinking games
about knowing all their names
as they sing, as they sing on tv.

imagining paparazzi on the roof
taking candid photos of you.

they did pinwheels from the stone wall of the park
in the early morning dark.
4 a.m. had come so far.
they'd been kicked out of the bar,
so they wandered under stars,
'cause the trains weren't running.

imagining paparazzi on the roof
taking candid photos of you.

rrose hips

Written By: Brine Webb

i've been drinking every single day,
but it won't go away.

i've been sleeping less every day.
i start to fade away,
and things won't go my way.
i wish i could say
that things will work one day.

Paper and Bone

Written By: Brine Webb & Ben King

i need a brother to teach me to swim.
one with a sister with paper for skin.
and when we hit the water, i'll try not to shake
when i see the paper fall from her face.

and we'll catch it on camera when my brother cries,
and the light from the flashbulb will burn out our eyes.
and the gospel of adam will lead us to rome,
just me and my sister, paper and bone.

and the eternal city is covered in rust.
it's falling to pieces. it's turning to dust,
but we'll keep our heads down.
we'll keep our mouths shut.
we'll laugh if we have to.
we'll cry if we must.

at the top of the stairway, she'll tell me the news:
"rome is on fire, so you gotta choose:
you can kiss me on new year's and float into space,
or dance in the fire and further the race."

and millions of people will gather around
to watch me and my sister burn to the ground,
and the sinners from tulsa will all stand and laugh
at me and my sister, covered in ash.

and the eternal city is covered in rust.
it's falling to pieces. it's turning to dust,
but we'll keep our heads down.
we'll keep our mouths shut.
we'll laugh if we have to.
we'll cry if we must.

we'll laugh if we have to.
we'll cry if we must.

it's been decades

Written By: Brine Webb

it's taken me ten-thousand years to learn to be wise.
things are easier if you don't open your eyes.

and when everything hurts you the most, i've found
is when you beg me to find you a ghost and send him down

to find you
and keep you.

it's taken me ten-thousand years to learn to be wise.
you've been here twenty-five, but you won't open your eyes.

Too Small to Pray For

Written By: Brine Webb

you will turn and walk away.
you've found nothing here for you to stay.
oh, nothing.

you will have to choose one day.
you can either have all of me,
or nothing.

we've found my bank too small, today go,
but that doesn't mean my lines are gonna fade.
we've found my front door too small to pray for,
but that doesn't mean my friends are gonna change.

there is no one left to blame.
we already know that you will change
for nothing.

we've found my car too gone to go far,
but that doesn't mean the roads are gonna fade.
we've found my door too small to pray for,
but that doesn't mean my friends are gonna change.

The Red Queen (and all Her men)

Written By: Brine Webb

there he goes,
all ears and bag legs,
and california eggs.
i'm down the hole.
i'm falling like a leaf.
i'm fine until i try to sleep,

and then the day keeps stretching on.
the day keeps stretching on,
the day keeps stretching on.

so here i go.
i drank the small juice.
i'm smaller than my shoes.

i can't get out.
i'm stuck inside the house.
i was smaller than a mouse.
i swear i've grown.
i ate the side of the shroom,
and now i'm bigger than the room,

and now the day keeps stretching on,
the day keeps stretching on,
the day keeps stretching on.

we've seen days better than this.
if i could gather a kiss
from her,

i wouldn't go
to the bottom of the well.
i'm ringing like a bell.
i met the queen,
the most lovely that i've seen.
she was red and she was mean

to me only.

Private Samuel Jefferson, at Fredericksburg, Dec. 13, 1862

Written By: Brine Webb

someday down the road,
we can sing as we travel and never be heard.
someday down the road,
we can speak to the people and not say a word.

someday down the road,
we can sleep through the winter and never get cold.
someday down the road,
we can live for a lifetime and never grow old.

someday down the road,
we'll see mothers and fathers choose daughters or sons.
someday down the road,
the whole world will be trembling under your gun.

Discography

Tiny Camera EP - 2007
Cigarette Tree EP - 2008

O You, Stone Changeling - 2011

Set List

Average set: 35-45 minutes

Transit
Paper and Bone
different.better.more.
Turnabout is Fairplay
Cigarette Tree
Find Away
Ghost Family
Someday Down the Road

Usually no covers.