Brooke Michael

Brooke Michael

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

killer vocals. evocative lyrics. Pj Harvey meets Dar Williams, and they pick a fight with Barbra Streisand inside a dusty, historic burlesque theatre (as Jimmy Eat World can be heard playing the club next door).

Biography

Brooke began writing music at the age of 8 in response to the hot six-grader living next door to her suburban home in Saint Louis, Missouri. Shortly thereafter, he moved, and the following years were spent focusing on dance, jazz, and theatre.

Cut to the turn of the millennium. She picked up music again playing bass, harmonizing, and (pole) dancing as part of two prominent San Francisco bands, performing at popular Bay Area venues and events such as the Exotic Erotic Ball at Cow Palace

Now based in Hollywood, Brooke enjoys touring the SW and NW as a solo artist, playing festivals such as ROCKRGRL and BAM, and returning to local venues like The Mint with her trio. Brooke can silence a room when she opens her mouth and stir it back up again with her poignant lyrics, tongue-in-cheek attitude, and her own personal blend of good-nature and sass.

Crowd favorites include that first song ever written about the boy next door, as well as the songs about her imperfections and the difficulty of not being Jewish...when your boyfriend is.

In other media, Brooke has performed her tunes on both KCSN’s “Tied to the Tracks” with Larry Wines and in the upcoming feature “The Inevitable Undoing of Jay Brooks”.

She can also be found sharing her theatrical flair and love for standards while singing with a jazz quartet and taking advantage of her guitar-less hands by coercing a patron or two into doing a little two-step.

Lyrics

Movie Star

Written By: Brooke Michael

Movies are your passion
and I find it quite ironic
that watching you in action
makes watching other movies
seem moronic.

I'll never be the same
as an audience member
because nobody else's face
will be as worth paying for.

PRE-CHORUS:
They'll make your face
so pretty in the pictures
but I'll always love the way
it looks so near with it's flaws.
The distance between you and me
makes us look so put together
but I'd rather see
your messy scars.

CHORUS:
If you're weren't a movie star
you'd still have the lead
in most of my dreams.
If I weren't driving this old
rent-a-car
I'd pick you up in a limosine.
Maybe that's taking it a bit too far
I always was one for fantasy.
If I didn't feel so
incomplete
I'd pick you up and take you home with me.
I'd pick you up
and take you.

You've ruined the film experience for me
unless it's you on the screen.
I bet having you
in the seat right next to me
would cure my disease.

I'll never be the same
as a part time lover
Because nobody else's face
will be as worth puckering for.

PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS

LA's a lonely town
so lonely for a town
with so much noise around.
When things get loud
i tend to get quiet,
and i could have gone home with three men last night.
They were tall.
They were suave.
They were ahead of their game.
But without you there -
the drinks just don't
taste the same.
Without you there -
a rose by
any other name.

I'll never be the same
as a singer-songwriting
because nobody else's face
will be as worth describing.

CHORUS.

Buttercup

Written By: Brooke Michael

Do you call your friends Buttercup?
Do you let them lap you up?
Do you let them see you dirty?
Do you let them wash you clean?
Until there's no need to be so wordy,
And you're left lucky in bed, smiling.

CHORUS:
I wanna be your friend forever
But forever is a time that's just made up.
I would risk a fake forever
for a few sweet tastes of buttercup.
I could see us more together
But it looks like your mind is frozen up.
I would risk days of cold weather
for a few warm nights as your buttercup.

Do you call your friends pretty?
Do you let them drink on their knees?
Do you let them tickle your ears?
Do you let them take a bite?
Until you're bleeding through all your fears,
And you're left soberly drunk
for once at night.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
Actions
They speak louder than words
So i've stopped going by everything I've heard.
Because when you touch me
There's no way to comprehend,
That all you really want
is one more friend.

DOUBLE CHORUS:
I could be your friend forever
But forever is a time,
It's just made up.
I would risk a fake forever
for a few sweet tastes of buttercup.
I could see us more together,
But someone hurt you and now
you're all hung up.
I can appreciate bad weather
You need rain to grow buttercup.
I wanna be your friend forever
But forever is a time that's just made up.
I would risk a fake forever
for a few sweet nights of buttercup.
I could see us more together
But it looks like your mind is all made up.
There's no such thing as forever
But I spent one night as your buttercup.

Incongruity

Written By: Brooke Michael

I wish you weren't the one
that had to teach me to let go.
I wish I'd come undone
and found my weakness long ago.
Then I'd meet you clean
and knowing how to treat this right.
Then I'd be the one
To see you through the night.

But I'm still a child whose father gave away
Everything he really wanted and even to this day
He lives his life as if it's buried in his mother's grave.
I get lost in him at times and over-compensate.

But inside me, there's a wealth of information.
And I'm turning inside out more everyday.
I wish you could see past my awkward explanation
The way I see beyond the hesitation you display.

Baby, I'm much, much better
than you've come to know me to be.
And I think it might be chalked up to
the way you want to see me.
I've been humilified by you
Consider yourself lucky
That my heart was willing to break through
Incongruity.

I wish you weren't the one
that's got me aching to be heard.
We had much more fun
before I knew I was being lured.
Somehow you swept me off my feet
and consequently mocked me.
Somehow I missed the ground
and kissed you even when you dropped me.

Now I'm running wild
And you're running away.
I threw too many eggs at you
and went for broke today.
But I try to live my life
with both feet firm outside my grave.
I try to understand
the truth behind the things I crave.

Inside me, there's a wealth of information.
And I'm turning inside out more everyday.
I wish you could see past my awkward presentation
The way I see beyond the complication you relay.

Baby, you're much, much better
than you make out yourself to be.
And I think it might be chalked up to
the way they taught you to see.
I've been humilified by you
Consider yourself lucky
That my heart was willing to break through
Incongruity.

My heart was willing to break
through
incongruity.

Undress Me

Written By: Brooke Michael

Don't leave tonight
I can't take it
I never felt so much ache in a kiss.
Now I'm old enough to know
We won't make it
And young enough to hope
I feel more like this.

I confess
I love too much, too soon
I digress
Baby can we spoon?
You're a mess
But now that I've got you in this room

Please Undress Me
Please Undress Me

CHORUS:
If you ever want to see me
I can't help but be there.
If you think that you can take me
I can't help but give you more than what's fair.
I can't see the sense in giving less than all I can share.

Nothing leads to nowhere
Nothing leads to nowhere
~

Again I'm gone
Could I be faking?
I never felt so lost and found
this easy and fast.
Now i know that I've got,
I've got to shake it
I never started something believing
it won't last.

I confess
I want more than I should have
So I suggest
You go before I make you mad
You're a mess
It's all my fault
'cause I'm so bad.

Please Undress Me
Please Undress Me
Please undress Me

CHORUS

I confess
The more I want, the more I should have
So I suggest
You go before you make me mad
It's all your fault
I always want to be unclad

Please Undress Me
Please Undress Me
Please Undress Me...

Good For You

Written By: Brooke Michael

Maybe I'm pathetic
Or maybe you just don't get it,
How good I would be
for you.

When you say nice things to me
Are you just being sympathetic?
Because you know how I
want you.

I can hold secrets for three to six months
But come December,
I'm giving you up.
I'll have to say something and lay it all out.
Even if it means my foot will be in my mouth..

Chorus:
Did you know?
Did you show?
That there's something there?
I think it's time you took the time to care,
That I'd be good
for you.

If you knew
I bet that
you wouldn't dare try me on.
I can tell the way you stare.
That there's no
fooling you.
~

Maybe you're clueless,
Maybe I'm just an opportunist,
In thinking I'd be good
for you.

I have so many nice things to say to you,
But i'm starting to think it's useless.
You don't seem to want
a clue.

And I can play these games for three to six months.
But come December,
your turn will be up.
I'll have to say something and lay it all out.
Even if it means my foot will be in my mouth.
Even if it means my foot will be in your mouth..

DOUBLE CHORUS

You know,
what I know.
But not in a million years would you let it show.
You know,
what I know.
But not in a hundred years would let it show.
You know,
what I know.
But not in 10 years would you let it show.
You know,
what I know.
But not even in a year would you let it show.
You know,
what I know.
Maybe in December,
I'll let it go.

Crooked

Written By: Brooke Michael

I was staring at myself long enough in the mirror today
That I noticed quite a difference
in each side of my face.
The chisel must have slipped
when grazing my right side
Because instead of being cheeky,
My bone structure's sleeping under that eye.

My eyes are not equidistant from the spine of my nose
And I have the very smallest, bitty, little toes.
When I breathe more air comes through my right nostril than my left.
And I certainly don't have the most symmetrical of breasts.

CHORUS:
I'm crooked
But I kind of like it that way.
I look different depending on the hour of the day.
I'm white water
I'm not a steady stream.
Rainbows of light reflect off of me.
And it just goes to show
How pretty crooked can be.

My left foot is a quarter inch smaller than my right.
Each eye wears a different prescription
to balance my sight.
Most of my features would be photoshopped smaller
And if my right leg were as long as my left
I would be taller.

My eyebrows might be even if I learned how to tweeze.
I can't always twist to the right
with the greatest of ease.
My left shoulder pops out when I'm in downward dog.
I hope no one out there is recording a log.

But

CHORUS:
I'm crooked
And I kind of like it that way.
I look different depending on the way that I face.
I'm so crooked
I could never balance on a pedestal.
I only look straight from inside a broken mirror
But they come from far away
To see the Leaning Tower of Pisa
And it just goes to show
How pretty crooked can be.

How pretty crooked I am.
How crooked pretty can be.
Pretty can be.

Discography

Debut EP "Good For You" released December 2005.

includes:
The playful and peppy "Buttercup."
"Blinking in Bed" as heard on KCSN's Tied to the Tracks with Larry Wines.
"Crooked" and "Undress Me" as heard on San Francisco's Pirate Cat Radio.
"Good For You"
"Movie Star"
and an intimate solo rendition of "Incongruity."

4 tracks produced by Dan Marfisi of "Poe" and "Lowen and Navarro".

Set List

Sets range from 30 - 120 min.
Include songs from the debut EP as well as countless new material.
Most Recent Set List:
1. Undress Me
2. Beauty
3. Not This Time
4. Dairy and Meat
5. Crooked
6. Buttercup
7. Good Guy
8. Blinking in Bed
9. Incongruity
10. Jane Fonda
Encore: Date a Jew