Brooke Parrott

Brooke Parrott

 Portland, Oregon, USA
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"Haunting lyrics accompanied by a vocal that is laden with tension." - Maverick Magazine. Portland-by-way-of-London Americana artist Brooke Parrott is a storyteller in the truest sense of the word, with a soul-tinged voice that belies her years.

Biography

Brooke Parrott can’t remember a time when she didn’t write songs. As a four year old in the backseat of a car, she sang her first rhymes about the passing Oregon scenery into a Playskool recorder with matching microphone. Her love affair with the piano began at six, when her twin brother threw a tantrum after attending exactly one week of lessons. She was sent in his place, and from then on practiced with an alarming studiousness. Add in a stride and blues piano-playing father, a jazz-theory education at Berklee College of Music, some time in Nashville, and influences ranging from Bright Eyes to Paul Simon, and you have Parrott’s understated and soulful Americana. And with a voice reminiscent of Carole King, it’s easy to hear the impact of the 60s & 70s-era songwriters on her melodic sensibilities.

A nomad at heart, Parrott’s music has pulled her through Seattle, Boston, and most recently London, where she lived in a disused pub (rumored to be an old haunt of both Charles Dickens and Karl Marx) and wrote songs on a disintegrating grand piano. This rootlessness has seeped into her music, fueling her songs with poignant storytelling and a disarming sense of loneliness in love.

Her debut album, ‘Another City’, was self-released on Ten ‘til Six Records in 2008, and the single ‘Maybe She Just Doesn’t Love You’ was recently featured on T-Mobile phones worldwide. Parrott has shared the stage with the likes of Lauren Pritchard, Darrell Scott, The Wooden Sky, Kimmie Rhodes, Madi Diaz, and Kim Richey. 2011 will see her working on her sophomore album in Portland, Oregon and touring around the US and UK. She was recently featured as a 2011 Portland artist to watch on blog Boy Meets Music (http://bit.ly/gsctNO).

Lyrics

Rest

Written By: Brooke Parrott

I took him home with a rattalin' cough
Fed him whisky to sweat it off
Tucked him in gentle and went to sleep on the couch
I had dreams of all that's happened in this house

I used to love him like a fever
Didn't care how young we were
Seein' him again in this old town and new light
Brings back porches full of kisses goodnight, i

Put my love to rest
Put my love to rest
Buried so deep beneath blankets and dreams
I put my love to rest

The boy became a workin' man
Bought a ring to put on my hand
I hesitated just enough to watch him up and run
He took all his things but left just the one, he

Put my love to rest
Put my love to rest
Buried so deep beneath

Layers of miles
Angry thoughts
Years wondering
What did this love give to us
Why's it not enough

The mornin' came so i snuck out back
Tryin' to hide 'neath a scarf and hat
He don't have to know i stayed to see him through the night
He ain't mine no more, i can see in the daylight, i'll…

Put my love to rest
Put my love to rest
Buried so deep beneath blankets and dreams
I put my love to, i
Put my love to rest
Put my love to rest
Buried so deep beneath blankets and dreams
I put my love to rest
I put my love to rest
I put my love to rest

Maybe She Just Doesn't Love You

Written By: Brooke Parrott

You see her car on maple street, a parking ticket there
Neon green on rusted blue, a violating flair
You think for a moment you might leave a note, just so say “how are you, dear?”
But you don’t have a pen, and you can’t bear to hear if there’s

Someone beside her she can’t wait to wake
The unstated promise of a love yet to make
Every woman loves like she chooses to
Maybe she just doesn’t love you
Maybe she just doesn’t love you

At the grocery store she fills her cart, more than is enough
Picks things up and puts them down, wondering ‘was it love?'
No way to know if the right thing was done or if she was too naive
All she knows and can feel is the depth of her need for

Someone beside her she can’t wait to wake
The unstated promise of a love yet to make
Every woman loves like she chooses to
Maybe she just doesn’t love you

You could tell her she renders you undone
You could kiss her and plead ‘til she sees
But it looks likely you're just not meant to be the

Someone beside her she can’t wait to wake
The unstated promise of a love yet to make
Every woman loves like she chooses to
Maybe she just doesn’t love you
Every woman loves like she chooses to
Maybe she just doesn’t love you
Maybe she just doesn’t love you

Waterproof (unreleased)

Written By: Brooke Parrott

I’ll buy a map, you get the cash
Fill up the backseat with old tapes and magazines
I’ll draw the dotted line, you stay awake and drive
We’ll make love on the passenger side

Such a long way to go, and it’s threatening to rain again
Will it soak us through?
I’m not sure we’re waterproof

Been here before, flown down this interstate
Dug up our change for the toll booths and whiskey bars
No need to pick a town, just drive til the car breaks down
We’ll buy postcards to prove what we found

Such a long way to go, and it’s threatening to rain again
Will it soak us through?
I’m not sure we’re waterproof

We could drive on forever
But when I watch you sleep
Miles of quilted and rocky terrain lie between you and me

I’ll buy a map, you get the cash
Fill up the backseat with old tapes and magazines
We push away we try a new city on for size
Fix the roof but it’s raining inside

Such a long way to go, and it’s threatening to rain again
Will it soak us through?
I’m not sure we’re waterproof
I don’t think we’re waterproof

If You Don't Know

Written By: Brooke Parrott

When I was young I must’ve been a real handful
Runnin’ around with all you trouble-makin’ boys from school
Every day momma reminded me to keep my place
I always knew that she meant business when she would say

If you don’t know, know, know
If you don’t know, know, know
If you don’t know then you don’t live here anymore

Momma was right, she pegged you a no good man
Daddy, he said, “I ain’t gon’ walk you down the aisle to him”
Prove ‘em all wrong and just tell me that you love me
I woulda thought that all these years woulda made it easy

If you don’t know, know, know
If you don’t know, know, know
If you don’t know then you don’t live here anymore

What is it to know something?
Feel it in your bone?
It’s not choosing anything
That chooses on it’s own

Curtains are closed and fadin’ in the mornin’ sun
Just sittin’ alone and watchin’ the wet paint run
No way of hidin’ you took all the home from this house
I couldn’t tell ya if I belong here or somewhere else

If you don’t know, know, know
If you don’t know, know, know
If you don’t know then you don’t live here anymore

If you don’t know, know, know
If you don’t know, know, know
All I know is I don’t live here anymore

The Office Christmas Party

Written By: Brooke Parrott

Open the champagne, it's time to get tossed
Sing karaoke, make out with the boss
Only thing worse than that gold tinsel tree is that
Bill from accounting keeps staring at me

Oh, you can feel it when it's coming near
Nothing can stop all the holiday cheer
We all love to hate it but have a good time
And talk about it till next year
Oh, the office Christmas party is here

Talk 'bout the weather, ask after the kids
Go sneak a pull off the whiskey I hid
Hope that tomorrow is snowy and slick
Cause if not I am sure as hell calling in sick

Oh, you can feel it when it's coming near
Nothing can stop all the holiday cheer
We all love to hate it but have a good time
And talk about it till next year
Oh, the office Christmas party is here

I know that Santa's not coming
To put my stocking under the tree
But what I got right in this room
Is something like family

Oh, you can feel it when it's coming near
Nothing can stop all the holiday cheer
We all love to hate it but have a good time
And talk about it till next year
Oh, the office Christmas party is here

Oh, you can feel it when it's coming near
Nothing can stop all the holiday cheer
We all love to hate it but have a good time
And talk about it till next year
Oh, the office Christmas party
The office Christmas party
Oh, the office Christmas party is here

Discography

'Another City' (2008)
Sophomore album out 2011