Chris Phillips Trio

Chris Phillips Trio

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"Burned and Bent" is an old school, analog sounding album...nice and rich, sounds like a live performance, as opposed to the over-processed stuff being churned out daily. A few tracks from the album are up for free download!!! Grab 'em and enjoy. -Chris

Biography

I had an epiphany in the summer of 2006 and decided to set up a home studio to make a serious attempt at putting together an album. By the summer of 2007 I had 25 new songs and started recording the best 16 of them at Gradwell House studios in Haddon Heights, NJ. Using a session drummer (Kevin O'Bierne) and bass player (Joe Fine), I started assembling the final tracks. Nate W was brought in to do some of the lead work to finish the album.

Dave Collins in Los Angeles (mastering engineer for Springsteen, The Police, Ben Harper, Soundgarden, Jack Johnson, Madonna, Chris Cornell and many others) did the final mastering.

Lyrics

Her Place in Heaven

Written By: Chris Phillips

Best believe me I'm a tired man
And I know the lure of a Bushmills in the back bar
And I ain't Eire
but in love with green eyes
And I backed off for a time
'Fore I cracked off a moment of my mind
She stands way less than she stumbles and I
I plan to take her home
When she lashes out like Babyshambles
But she smiles and I know we ain't leaving
Til she's barely alive, and barely barely breathing
She's got me reeling
Eating out of her hand now
She's got me reeling
She's got me stealing
Running out with my hands weighed down
She's got me stealing
She's got her place in heaven
Kicking her demons down
She's got her place in heaven
I got no plan now
Don't call it a cut down
When you wake past noontime
And the, the bathroom walls smell of curacao and old limes
I ain't mopping up your liquored down low life
So step up and cry or I'm
Stepping out on you tonight
She's got me screaming
Lungs out to the long sky now
She's got me screaming
She's got me bleeding
Blood covers the wood floor brown
She's got me bleeding
She's got her place in heaven
Kicking her demons down
She's got her place in heaven
I got no plan now

Rich or Poor

Written By: Chris Phillips

Best believe me I'm a tired man
And I know the lure of a Bushmills in the back bar
And I ain't Eire
but in love with green eyes
And I backed off for a time
'Fore I cracked off a moment of my mind
She stands way less than she stumbles and I
I plan to take her home
When she lashes out like Babyshambles
But she smiles and I know we ain't leaving
Til she's barely alive, and barely barely breathing
She's got me reeling
Eating out of her hand now
She's got me reeling
She's got me stealing
Running out with my hands weighed down
She's got me stealing
She's got her place in heaven
Kicking her demons down
She's got her place in heaven
I got no plan now
Don't call it a cut down
When you wake past noontime
And the, the bathroom walls smell of curacao and old limes
I ain't mopping up your liquored down low life
So step up and cry or I'm
Stepping out on you tonight
She's got me screaming
Lungs out to the long sky now
She's got me screaming
She's got me bleeding
Blood covers the wood floor brown
She's got me bleeding
She's got her place in heaven
Kicking her demons down
She's got her place in heaven
I got no plan now

South Street

Written By: Chris Phillips

Now that I've had a chance to see
You in, action
I don't know how to cover the heat
I'm giving up goose skin
Knocked on my head and swerving
I don't know how you got under my skin
It's not a town for living lightly
Don't beg, don't beg it
I've got a hold of South Street
I'll get my fill of thickening sin
It's a freedom to go down burned and bent
I'm gonna go down to South Street
And get my, Vixen
I don't know what I hope to relieve
Tattoed for a girl, and she's weeping
Knocked on my head and swerving
I don't know how you got under my skin
It's not a town for living lightly
Don't beg, don't beg it
I've got a hold of South Street
I'll get my fill of thickening sin

Berlin

Written By: Chris Phillips

You read my mind
And I don't mind, for once
It's what I want, really, really, really what I want this time
And you read my soul
Like Braille in fingers
Tattered sails in a storm that lingers on
So you said you know me
Then darling show me
Cause if you know what I want, then you know all you need to do
And so you say you'll hold me
Baby, hold me
Cause I won't run, but Lord I'm falling for you
Here, here we are, here we are, here we are, so far along
Here, here we go, here we go, here we go, so long gone
No you're not alone
Never really were
Just took too long to find you in this blur
No you're not alone
Never need be again
God bless Berlin
You're not alone
Could never need be
Well our best bet is to hold tight and scream
You're not alone, love
You cull my soul, love
You own sin, God bless Berlin
And I don't care
If they ever think us wrong
Didn't go there to cheat with a cheater, we just locked on
And I won't wear you
Like a tall trophy shined
But I know when I've won, and I know what I won tonight
No you're not alone
Never really truly were
Just took too long to find you in this world
You're not alone
Never need grieve again
God bless Berlin
You're not alone
Could never need leave me
Well our best bet is to jump in and float downstream
You're not alone, love
You cleanse my soul, love
You own my sin, God bless Berlin

Corduroy and Cotton

Written By: Chris Phillips

All I ever asked was to never, ever see a man take his last breath
A point of contention, this, between you and me, bound to be forever
Whatever you wish
If I hadn't gasped, but screamed my lungs out, it seems he wouldn't have
lunged into the street
Risking pretension, a kiss, to a young man, whose lungs needed oxygen, oxygen love
Corduroy and Cotton flying flying high
Disrupting the skyline, the poor boy sighed
Corduroy and Cotton flying flying free
Emblazoned on my mind, the poor boy sighed right in front of me
I try to move on, but the kicker, is only the liquor listens and understands this song
I try to try to see why, but I can't, and you know what you get,
When the seed is strong you plant
Corduroy and Cotton flying flying high
Disrupting the skyline, between you and I
Corduroy and Cotton flying flying free
Emblazoned on my mind, the poor boy screamed
Corduroy and Cotton flying flying high
Disrupting the skyline, the poor boy tried
Corduroy and Cotton flying flying free
Emblazoned on my mind, the poor boy died right in front of me

Discography

Debut album, "Burned and Bent" finished in July 2008. Printing November 2008. 10 cuts. 2nd album to be recorded summer of 2009.

Set List

20+ polished originals available plus covers below, a list that keeps growing...acoustic- and soon full electric- shows available.

Have played up to 5 hour gigs...usually do 45 minute sets with 10-15 minute breaks. Easily up to 5 hours worth of material available.

Covers I perform (ever growing):

1. A Hard Day's Night - Beatles
2. Ain't too Proud to Beg - Temptations
3. All Along the Watchtower - Dylan
4. A Long December - Counting Crows
5. All the Small Things - Blink 182
6. Amazing- Josh Kelley
7. American Girl - Tom Petty
8. Anyone Else But You- Juno
9. Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson
10. Bartender Song - Rehab
11. Belief - John Mayer
12. Bend in the Road- Donovan Frankenreiter
13. Big Balls - AC/DC
14. Big Empty - STP
15. Black - Pearl Jam
16. Black Coffee - Everlast
17. Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
18. Blister in the Sun- Violent Femmes
19. Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
20. Breakdown - Tom Petty
21. Brian Wilson - Barenaked Ladie