Gord D Birtch

Gord D Birtch

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Imagine the melodic feel of James Blunt, the poetic lyrics of John Mayer, and the edgy, raspiness of Bryan Adam’s voice all rolled into one. Gord D Birtch is in the house!

Biography

Imagine the melodic feel of James Blunt, the poetic lyrics of John Mayer, and the edgy, raspiness of Bryan Adam’s voice all rolled into one. Gord D Birtch is in the house!

Gord D is a singer/songwriter living on the gorgeous Sunshine Coast of B.C. He has unequivocally mastered a unique style and sound. He writes songs with the adage, “less is more,” and arranges vocals to create something engaging. The outcome--songs that are intensely passionate and memorable. He drives a rock ballad with haunting passion! But most notably, his music is catchy, and hook oriented.
He loves hearing, “Dude! I’ve had that melody in my head for days, and I can’t seem to shake it”. He performs locally from Egmont to Gibsons. In addition to his original gigs, he plays bass with two cover bands; a local rock dance band, and a smokin’ blues band. He has also performed at the legendary “Commodore Ballroom.” He also released a single with his son under the moniker “Crazy sons of Birtch’s” that received airplay through out the lower mainland.

More About Gord D Birtch.............

Most of my close friends and family tend to call me Gordie, hence the "Gord D". I live my life with passion and without regret. I love the somewhat cheesy but profound, "Yesterday's history, tomorrow's a mystery, today's a gift. That's why it's called "The Present". I believe in both the ride and the destination. I look for the positive in everyone and everything. Hitting the sweet spot with writing and performing music is like a slow burn orgasm. Ecstasy. Pleasure indescribable. I believe in the intimate connection between the Artist and the Audience. The sharing of energy. I believe in the power of love. Perhaps the most enduring quality of our human species.

Gord D is the youngest of five children, born from a musical family. Singing songs at the kitchen sink with his mom and sisters when he was four. Driving his sister crazy by singing harmonies to commercials on the tube. But his eldest brother Ken was his mentor, a very talented successful singer/songwriter who played numerous live venues with his band throughout Alberta . This spurred Gord D’s interest in his own playing. He landed his first gig playing solo at a wedding when he was only 12 years old!
Gord D is a multi-instrumentalist. He plays Guitar, Bass, Drums and sings. He started writing songs by the age of 14. He has written and played music from various genres such as, pop, rock, country/rock, alt./rock, reggae, and blues.
Gord D has an insatiable appetite for writing and performing original material. He is currently writing voraciously, and recording demos in his small studio in prep for the upcoming album, Tastes Like More.
You can check out some of his demo work at www.reverbnation.com/gorddbirtch.
All songs (c) G. Birtch & D. Hume. Socan. Except where noted.

“Gord D Birtch’s music will captivate you. It will infiltrate your soul. It will leave you wanting more!”.........

Gord D Birtch:  Without compromise, Gord offers a dynamic sound that will have you singing his songs hours later...he has crafted his melodies to be very catchy...his words are chalked with thoughtful intentions ...and the tone of his voice has a unique quality that is soulful and soothing at the same time!  This fellow is going places!  It won't be long before you will hear Gord's songs on the radio!     
Deanna Cartea - Recording Artist with Citation Records

Lyrics

Rebel Man

Written By: Gordon Birtch

If these walls could talk I wonder what they'd say
How many lives chasin' dreams, just to be blown away
If these walls could walk I wonder where they'd go
On some urgent errand or ambition maybe I don't know

Don't give a damn about tomorrow
All we need is what we have tonight
Babe you know I'm your Rebel man
Come and love me if you can
Before the dawn always comes the night

All my years of wasted youth, hair unkempt, mouth uncouth
Wish that I could go back that way, take a different path, live another day
Still I know that I made my choice, should've listened to my other voice
Life goes on and so will I, we gotta learn to walk before we ?y

Don't give a damn about tomorrow
All we need is what we have tonight
Babe you know I'm your Lover man
Come and love me while you can
Before the dawn always comes the night

Still I work and I pay my dues, I dig for nuggets, search for clues
I know one day that it will come, I hope it's soon while I'm still young
No matter how many times life knocks me down, I pick my self back up again
I've heard so many bigger tales, so many times, from lesser men

Don't give a damn about tomorrow
All we need is what we have tonight
Babe you know I'm your Rebel man
Come and love me while you can

Tastes Like More

Written By: Gord D Birtch


I think of you, I get excited,
when I see you my heart skips a beat
When I touch you, I give you goosebumps,
and your lovin' is honey sweet

you taste like more, every time I touch you
You taste like more, every time you kiss me
You taste like more, every time I love you
You taste like more, and more, and more

Girl when I'm with you, It's sunshine every minute of everyday
When we're apart, I wanna tell you what I wanna do and say
I'm addicted to your body, I'm addicted to your love
I've got to see you now, right now, I just can't get enough

you taste like more, every time I touch you
You taste like more, every time you kiss me
You taste like more, every time I love you
You taste like more, and more, and more

I never felt this way about, anyone
you do something to me girl, no one's ever done
I don't wanna eat, I can barely sleep
I got it bad baby, I'm in deep

you taste like more, every time I touch you
You taste like more, every time you kiss me
You taste like more, every time I love you
You taste like more, and more, and more

Bad Luck Joe

Written By: Gord D Birtch

Don't stop and stare, don't laugh and shout
there he goes the one I told you about
he can't see it but it follows him around
like a shadow down behind him on the ground
it's hard to believe i know but it's true
they told me and now I'm tellin' you


Bad luck joe is a black cloud comin'
You better watch what you do
Bad luck joe has got bad luck rainin'
Some might just rain down on you

sometimes I feel like I'm a bad luck joe
is it heaven or hell, tell me I don't know
three legged blind dog cries to me to put her down
i'm so tired of the same old shit in this same old town
it's hard to believe i know but it's true
they told me and now i'm tellin' you


Bad luck joe is a black cloud comin'
You better watch what you do
Bad luck joe has got bad luck rainin'
Some might just rain down on you

It's o.k. now, you know that I gotta fly
and I gotta follow my dreams
a very good friend of mine, he was a rocket man
he made the grade, or so it would ....... seem


Bad luck joe is a black cloud comin'
You better watch what you do
Bad luck joe has got bad luck rainin'
Some might just rain down on you

Pull the Trigger

Written By: Gord D Birtch

I would have passed him by, I didn't know him too well
But a friend of mine was a good friend of his
My buddy went to see him, just to go and shoot the breeze
And his wife said he was out in the barn, he lay out in the barn

Just a hard working farmer, forty years on the land
And forty years of sweat in the soil
All bush when he came here, the town grew up around him
And his children's children grew up as well
He'd seen some hard times come and go

So tell me why did the old man pull the trigger
I saw the pain in his eyes, if he don't have the answer
What's a young man to ?gure, when the old man puts it up
And pulls the trigger

My friend was shaken up and he didn't want to talk about it
And the paper didn't write a story
They tried to ?nd a note, and a rumor of a reason
Sometimes some things are hard to understand
who knows what thoughts control the man

So tell me why did the old man pull the trigger
I saw the pain in his eyes, if he don't have the answer
What's a young man to ?gure, when the old man puts it up
And pulls the trigger