Bryson Guptill

Bryson Guptill

 Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, CAN
BandFolkAcoustic

Bryson writes about mermaids, forest glens, and love in the twenty-first century. His rich baritone voice and gentle finger-picking style are highlighted by up-beat melodies, sharp humour, and insightful ballads about modern love, timber-framing, farms and fields and childhood memories.

Biography

"I feel like I'm inside the pictures you paint in your songs" "I love your haunting melodies - they just keep playing in my head!"

Bryson started writing songs and playing guitar in front of a live audience at Acadia University in the 1970's. He performed at the annual Acadia variety show, and was selected to attend a songwriting showcase sponsored by the University of Toronto at coffee houses on Yorkville Ave in Toronto.

Active in PEI's music scene since 2008, his songwriting skills have matured and deepened. Inspired by themes drawn from travel and life, his melodies and lyrics resonate with listeners who have shared similar experiences.

He's been building a growing loyal fan base by playing at private parties, ceilidhs and clubs in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, and touring in New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and the New England states. He's also traveled with and advised less-experienced musicians on gigs in New England and other locales on the eastern seaboard.

Lyrics

Big Motorcycle, No Little Mama Blues

Written By: Bryson Guptill

I've got a big motorcycle
No little Mama blues
Lots of guys
Wanna be inside my shoes
Just be careful what you want
Or you'll be riding solo too.

My baby she left me
'Cause I bought me a motorbike.
It's a ruby red rocket
With glistening chrome tailpipes.
It purrs like a kitten
But it doesn't keep me warm at night.

Chorus

It's a V-twin cruiser
I love to ride it really fast
Zero to 140
Don't get in my path
Hit a little gravel
Wind up on your ...butt!

Well, my baby said she wanted
A car we both could use.
My obsession for a bike
Just left her all confused.
"Do what you want,
But you know you're
'Gonna have to choose.

Well I couldn't understand
Why my baby didn't want to ride.
On my big motorcycle
She'd always be by my side.
Now I'm riding all alone
I had to let my baby slide.

Chorus

So remember this guys
If you're thinking about a motorbike.
It's hard to take your baby
To the drive-in Friday night
And the backseat is kinda small
She might put up an awful fight.

Chorus

Sleepy Angel

Written By: Bryson Guptill

Hush now, sleepy angel
Lay down your curly head
Daddy’s right beside you
There’s nothing here to dread
Daddy’s right beside you
But before too very long
You’ll be up, and out, and flying
Soaring out there on your own.

Wake up sleepy angel
Wipe the sleep out of your eyes
What shall we wear this morning?
Full of sparkle and surprise.
Daddy’s right beside you
On that long drive into town
Singing songs and asking
Why do car wheels spin around?

Why do they grow so quickly?
Why do they run so fast?
It seems it's just a moment
When another stage is past

Cranky little devil
Another day is through
You’re tired and you’re hungry
I feel the same way too.
What shall we have for supper?
How can we cook it fast?
How shall we spend the evening?
How can we make it last?

Why do they grow so quickly?
Why do they run so fast?
It seems it's just a moment
When another stage is past

Hush now, sleepy angel
Another day is through.
Daddy’s right beside you
He loves you all night too.
Daddy’s right beside you
And he wishes that you’d stay
Just the way you’re sleeping
Please, just another day

Daddy's right beside you
And he wishes that you'd stay
Just the way you're sleeping
Please, just another day

A Place Near Forest Glen

Written By: Bryson Guptill

There's place near Forest Glen
Where we lived when I was seven
It took an hour each day
For me to walk to school.
And each day when I walked home
Through the forest on my own
I could see two windows
Peaking through the trees.

Chorus

A foundation build of stone
The timber frame so strong
Water from a spring
That's running sweet and cold.
Oil lamp giving light
On the darkest winter night
A wood fire in the stove
To keep us warm.

Well my Grandma passed away
We moved from Forest Glen
First a hundred miles
And then a thousand more.
But my memories remained so clear
In the intervening years
I could see two windows
Peaking through the trees.

Then Halloween one year
Came a call my parents feared
Vandals burned the house
Nothing remained.
The covered bridge, they burned too
What could good people do?
It was such a common thing
Those days it seemed.

Well my parents, they moved on
That old house, it was gone
And my family, we moved too
To somewhere new
But to me the house lived still
And by power of shear will
I could see two windows
Peaking through the trees.

Chorus

So I returned to that place
The place I held so dear
Built a timber cabin
Beside the climbing tree.
It has 8 inch Hemlock beams
Wooden pegs at every seam
And it has two windows
Peaking through the trees.

Chorus

It has 8 inch Hemlock beams
Wooden pegs at every seam
And it has two windows
Peaking through the trees.

One Little Note

Written By: Bryson Guptill

One little note
And the whole song is different
Amazing what one note can do
One little note
In a symphony of others
One note that draws me to you

We've been together
For so many seasons
Each dry spell is followed by rain
Sometimes I long for
The heat of the summer
Sometimes it's snowing again

Sometimes it's snowing
You're hidden from me
There's a white out that's blowing
And we can not see

Then early one morning
Without any warning
A sunbeam sparkles your eyes
And we hold each other
And passionate kisses
Make up for the tears that we cried

Sometimes it's snowing
You're hidden from me
There's a white out that's blowing
And we can not see

Then early one morning
Without any warning
The storm clouds, they all drift away
And I see the real you
And you see it's me too
And we wonder what went astray

Break (one verse)

Sometimes it's snowing
You're hidden from me
There's a white out that's blowing
And we can not see

Then one little note
And the whole song is different
Amazing what one note can do
One little note
In a symphony of others
One note that draws me to you
One note that draws me to you
One note that draws me to you

Springtime is Coming

Written By: Bryson Guptill

Springtime is coming, it's calling to me
Ice water melting returns to the sea
Days getting longer, a warm breath of air
All tell me that springtime is here.

Chorus

Yes, I love the springtime, I love the light
The winter is over, and so is the night
The buds on the trees, and the first blade of grass
All tell us that winter is past.

Springtime is coming, it's coming so fast
The sap it is running, it's warmer at last.
A morning walk taken on hard crusted snow
Springtime is starting to show.

Instrumental break

Chorus

Springtime is coming, there's love in the air
Smiles on warm faces and laughter to share
Memories of old friends, excitement renewed
This springtime that I'll share with you.

Chorus

January 22, 2010

Rise Little Mermaid

Written By: Bryson Guptill

Rise Little Mermaid

Rise little mermaid
Rise up from the sea
There in the sea foam
Your body I see
Hair made of seaweed
Covers one breast
But not the rest

Call to the sailors
Call out to them now
Call when the wind blows
Whenever it howls
Skin smooth as driftwood
Kissed by the sea
But not by me

Chorus

Hair kissed by sunshine
Hair washed by rain
Heal the pain
Once again

Rise little mermaid
Rise up from the sea
Men crave your beauty
Is that all they see
Mermaid you're lovely
Your smile is so fair
Men will fall
To your siren call

Hair kissed by sunshine
Hair washed by rain
Heal the pain
Once again

Rise little mermaid
Rise up from the sea
There in the sea foam
Your body I see
Skin pale as driftwood
Touched by the sea
But not by me
By the sea

Set List

A typical set takes two hours.