Brink Brinkman

Brink Brinkman

 Columbus, Ohio, USA
BandCountryBluegrass

I am an award winning songwriter with over 200 "cuts" in bluegrass/Americana/Gospel. With several top tens and #1's Brink is one of the most sought after songwriter's around. His songs have been cut be a who's who of Americana/Bluegrass and Gospel Artists. In addition Brink is on great performer!

Biography

With over 200 "cuts" to his "pen" Brink Brinkman is one of the most sought after songwriters in Bluegrass/Americana and Gospel Music. With several top tens and #1's to his name Brink keeps cranking out great songs. As of August 2013 Brink has 9 songs recorded in the top 50 "roots" chart albums. He has been writing and performing for 40 years and is a great storyteller. His stories and songs can mesmerize a crowd and his songs will take you from laughter to tears. In 2013 Brink has 2 songs in the running for "song of the year" in the IBMA awards along with being submitted for Songwriter of the Year.

Lyrics

Fences

Written By: Mark "Brink" Brinkman & Dale Pyatt

“Fences”
© 2010 Mark “Brink” Brinkman & Dale Pyatt

Verse 1:

I dug my holes deep and wide
Set my posts side by side
Made sure nothing could get through
Not even dreams of loving you

My heart can’t take another break
So I put a lock out on that gate
I’m so afraid of you and me
That I threw away the key.

CHORUS:

All my work’s a waste of time
I’m helpless…. when you put your hand in mine
You don’t go over or around
One look from you….MY FENCES ALL FALL DOWN.

Verse 2:

I built it strong so it will last
Around this heart made of glass
Your love overcomes the doubt
There’s things in life you can’t keep out.




Levi Birmingham

Written By: Mark "Brink" Brinkman & Dale Pyatt

“Levi Birmingham”
© 2011 Mark “Brink” Brinkman & Dale Pyatt

Verse 1:

Levi’s voice was a cross between 40 grit and heaven
But his songs could hit you right down where you hurt
His soul poured out the lonely sounds of decades of hard livin’
He could lift you up or throw you in the dirt.

His name was Levi Birmingham, he was born to sing the blues
From his pork pie hat, through his overalls down to his worn out shoes
Played a scarred up guitar, it didn’t even have a name
But he would start the healin’, by layin’ hands upon the strings

CHORUS:

He’d rare back in that wicker chair…and you could hear the pain
It echoed down the holler through the wind and rain
At night he would testify for an audience of two
Cuz me and God had a front row seat, when Levi sang the blues.

Verse 3:

On the porch of his run down shack, just him and I alone
He used a broken whiskey neck to get that killer tone
His foot was like a hammer just a pounding on that crate
When he moaned, “you done me wrong” buddy you could feel the hate

CHORUS:

He’d rare back in that wicker chair…and you could hear the pain
It echoed down the holler through the wind and rain
At night he would testify for an audience of two
Cuz me and God had a front row seat, when Levi sang the blues.

Verse 4:

Back in the Georgia Mountains grows a legend of a man
Who could play the blues like no one else named Levi Birmingham
His old guitar is silent now and won’t be played again
For last night I built a roaring fire and threw that old box in.

Discography

On the Brink of a Dream - Independent produced by Steve Gulley.
Too many songs recorded to list.