Patrick Ehlers

Patrick Ehlers


Like Ben Folds put Elliott Smith and Fiona Apple into a blender with some ice and 5 shots of vanilla rum. The whole thing is served to Tom Waits in mason jar by a skinny kid with no charisma, but great hair.


The only thing more complicated that trying to book studio time while working a full time job is trying to book time for your string quintet. But this sort of faux-sophistication is what molds Patrick Ehlers' music into something at once embarassingly insightful, and again gleefully childish. Is it rock, is it pop? Is it prose, is it poetry? Is he serious? Yeah, kinda. Influenced heavily by Ben Folds, Elliott Smith, The Barenaked Ladies, Tom Waits, The Beatles, Weezer, The Smashing Pumpkins, The beach Boys, Jude, The Reel Big Fish, Rufus Wainwright, and the greatest living lyricist - Stuart Davis, Patrick puts on intimate shows that engage his audiences through humor, catchy melodies, thick harmonies, and sensitive side that make therapists nervous.



Written By: Patrick Ehlers

I'm in my room when it starts to hurt again... and I know, this time, it's gonna burst just like they said on Fox News 10. So I call my friends and borrow a text book from 9th biology.

Cause I'm removing my appendix. I'm removing my appendix.

Well, I watch ER with a paper and a pen. And I know you can tell that I'm taking notes - but that's all I got; I don't have a shot. Do I? Ahh!

I'm removing my appendix (x4)

So, I fill the tub with ice cubes and I take a shot of Jack. My finger's off the pieces so I can't take that move back. I should be alright, I think, if I could stay awake. Something, though, is telling me it's more than I can take. I can't stand the sight of blood, it kinda makes me sick. I hope there's not a lot of it around my appendix - I didn't think this through.

I'm removing my appendix (x3)

Losing You

Written By: Patrick Ehlers

I'm so tired of fighting you on this one. So I'll play the bad guy, if that makes things easier for you, and to hell with my feelings. I lost you. I lost you.

We're touch and go, we're go and touch, but there's never enough of the one I want. Cause I'm losing you. I lost you.

I can't comprehend what has happened here. I need more time between all the shit and now. So what, I lost you, let's just pretend, now, that I'll be fine - sure, I'll be alright.

Her body's weak, she starts to shake, and I'm scared 'cause she won't breathe. Oh my God, what's going on? What is happening to me? What is happening to her and I can tell I'm fading quickly from her eyes.

I lost you. I lost you.

So what, I lost you, It's just the end - it's just the end of the world.

I lost you.

Shadow from 1982

Written By: Patrick Ehlers

Just because it isn't perfect, I deemed that it wasn't worth the price you pay. And in no uncertain terms, this is my good-bye.

And that's cool with me; I got a brand new job, 'least that's what Mom thinks. Do you still talk to her?

And if in my fucked up life, I should find that I'm back here again, I would ring the bell. But you don't have to let me in - the shadow from 1982.

And that's fine, I guess. I mean, I'll be 25 in just a few weeks.

I'll leave town now, don't you worry. Spare us all the sound, the furry from my mouth. And in no uncertain terms; this is my good-bye. Good-bye.

Write It Down

Written By: Patrick Ehlers

I didn't want to go bowling, I didn't find it consoling that the only thing worse than my game is that I'm old and I'm lame and I can't stop checking out highschool girls.
So now I go to bed early, I wake up grumpy and surly. And every night I stay home, I end up drinking alone and I can't remember where I put my keys.
Write it down, you'll forget you're getting older. How's your back? It's 4:15 and you're still sober. Without a doubt, I'd swear this room is getting colder... Maybe it's just me
And I'll forget who you are, that's if I see you at all and I won't stop complaining about my hips.
So now I think I'm arthritic, I can't eat nothing acidic. And all my friends are too young to know that Fraiser'd begun as a little Boston bar they called Cheers.
Write it down, you'll forget you're getting older. How's your back? It's 4:15 and you're still sober. Without a doubt I'd swear this room is getting colder, so much colder.
I swear this room is getting colder, what's up with memories being over? It's tough to finish what I start. I swear this room is getting...



A Better Glass - 2007

Set List

Typical sets run anywhere from an hour to 2 hours. I do not go into any gig with a predetermined set list - as this is limiting. If the crowd is responding well to my original tunes, I lay into them. If they seem to want to hear something they know, I will play humorous arrangements of bad pop tunes (eg "Complicated" by Avril Lavigne, "Karma Chameleon" by the Culture Club) or any number tunes by The Beatles, Elliot Smith, songs from Sesame Street ("I don't want to live on the moon" always makes me cry) and The Smashing Pumpkins. The occasional on-the spot cover is attempted, but are shortly abandoned for something I actually know.