Bruekke

Bruekke

BandFolkRock

Sounds like a four piece band writing celtic-flavored ballads and acoustic-rock-anthems in a southern swamp.

Biography

Hailing from throughout the Great White North and calling Hamilton, Ontario (Canada) home, Bruekke (you say it ‘brew-key’) crafts earnest songs, brimming with memorable moments. Thoughtful lyrics are layered by rich harmonies and woven with careful instrumentation, exploring everything from the profound to the mundane, from love and inner demons to the changing of the seasons. Their debut, The Loft EP, highlights the band’s songwriting.

Recorded in an organic, home-studio setting during the final weeks of 2010, the result is a raw acoustic sound that showcases the band's rich harmonies and folksy instrumentation.

Lyrics

My Wolves

Written By: Bruekke

I smoked three cigarettes in a row. It’s days like these you know you wish the rain would turn to snow. I tell myself I gotta let it go. It’s days like these you know you wish you’d learn to let it go. I take my wine from a plastic glass. And I drink it fast drink it fast so the time will pass. I buy it cheap knowing it won’t last, I drink it fast drink it fast so the time will pass.

They’re my wolves, they’re my worst, they’re my wild side. They’re the dark from the inside, breaking outside After a long year. It’s been such a long year.

I’ve shared my bed and I’ve tasted flesh.
They say to find freedom you just head west.
But I was born there and it’s not so fresh.
I stood tall, tried to take it all, and I was left…

With my wolves, with my worst, with my wild side.
With my dark, from the inside, pushing outside.
After a long year.
It’s been such a long year.

Full of doubt, full of autumn, full of fear.

The Shore

Written By: Bruekke

Late night, it’s cold, there’s wet on the bench
Her hands round my waist and my hands in her hair.
We stand draped in fog there, her head on my chest.
It’s a moment of magic and who would’ve guessed.

This started out… this started by the shore in a small town.

Woah, let’s not rush this she begs.
Yeah, we’ll take it easy I guess.
Her hand on my wrist now, my heart in my throat.
Oh come on, breathe easy, we’ll see where this goes.

This started out.

It’s another late night, and my heads in the clouds.
Blindsided by questions and I guess that’s allowed.
My dear please forgive me if my hearts on the shelf.
I’m just scared I could hurt you if I let myself.

This started out.

It’s a damn good thing that God doesn’t damn for everytime we blow it.
It’s a damn good thing that God doesn’t damn, I’m a fool and I know it.

Discography

The Loft EP - January, 2011