Patrick McBride

Patrick McBride

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Patrick's music is about life. It's about new life through hardship, beauty through the everyday, and strength in the most subtle and small things. It is folk music that goes off the normal folk map. Whether with a full band or just a guitar, this is a singer/songwriter who knows how to hit home.

Biography

Patrick McBride is a 26 year old singer/songwriter from Pensacola, Florida. After teaching middle school for two years Patrick enrolled in seminary at Duke Divinity School. However, it was here that Patrick realized his true calling and passion: music. Three months later, Patrick withdrew in order to pursue his passion and recorded his first album, All That Remains, in March 2007. After the album, Patrick spent the rest of 2007 performing and working as a missionary in Australia. Now back from down-under, Patrick has returned to touring and recording in the United States.

Patrick plays and sings in a compelling folk style that draws on several influences and genres ranging from the folk styles of Pierce Pettis, Jesse Winchester, or James Taylor to the sounds of Coldplay and Jimmy Eat World. Whether in an intimate concert with just a guitar and piano or performing with a full band, Patrick is a singer/ songwriter who ventures off the folk map to create a sound and tell a story that is uniquely his. As you listen, you may hear a bit of your own story as well.

Lyrics

Someone Between

Written By: Patrick McBride

I thought angst ended when I was eighteen. So for every day here and between, was what I was feeling wrong?
I thought love was something that you only dream, with no regard for another it seems, oh I was wrong, I was wrong.

But I know there's someone between my foolish pride and just what I need, and he says there's something more than just what I have and just what's in store.
And maybe one day I'll know what he means: my someone, someone in between.

I thought bitterness was an evil that I could just hide-- hurting no one, carry it inside. But I was wrong. I was wrong.
I thought forgiveness was just a favor I give, as long as he acts as I tell him to live. But I was wrong. I was wrong.
I thought you were just there to serve me. You wern't the end you were only the means.
I thought I could do no wrong, but now here I am and I'm singing this song.

I know there'e someone between my foolish pride and just what I need, and he says there's something more real than just what I think and just what I feel.
And maybe oneday I'll know what he means: my someone, someone in between.

An enemy multiplies kisses and flatters as you please, but the words of true friend cut deeper than you'd believe.

I know there's someone between my foolish pride and just what I need, and he says there's more to this life than welcoming peace while shunning all strife.
And maybe one day I'll know what he means: my someone, someone in between.

Five Easy Pieces

Written By: Patrick McBride

Five easy pieces in the palm of your hand, one for each finger falling through like sand.
You'll try to hold them tight until the bitter end. If you can use someone why not use your friends?

Yeah, I'll be in little easy pieces, poured out like water on the ground. Yeah, I'll bleed a little more for you, if you think you still need me around.

Five easy pieces you keep by your side, hoping they make it seem alright.
Your hoping to solve the puzzle you can't seem to find. If you can't feel it in your heart, why believe it in your mind?

Yeah, I'll be in little easy pieces, poured out like water on the ground. Yeah, I'll bleed a little more for you, if you think you still need me around.

Five easy pieces, like nickels and dimes, if they can buy you piece why can't they buy you time?
Yeah, buy back all the things you swear you've lost: thirty silver pieces and a wooden cross.

Yeah, I'll be in little easy pieces, poured out like water on the ground. Yeah, I'll bleed a little more for you, if you think you still need me around.

Starlight

Written By: Patrick McBride

I was walking home from work last night, didn't see a soul in sight. I started thinking, "why am I always alone?"
Though loneliness was my friend in the past, I never really though that it would last. I thought that by now I'd be someone shiny and new.

But I'm still the man I've always known.

Starlight, won't you guide me? Come on down here and make it right.
Starlight, stay beside me. Hold me close and hide beneath your light.

I was driving south the next day home, starlight shining as far as I roam: shining the light for my longing beneath.
Because where starlight brought the wisemen with gold and sees every sin that a man can hold, I still hope it can lead me through to a new day.

Oh that longing's pain that never goes away, and then I cry out,

Starlight, won't you guide me? Come on down here and make it right.
Starlight, stay beside me. Hold me close and hide me beneath your light.

For the longing so deep, for the heart made strong.
For the life that saved, for the soul done wrong.
For the hope that's quenched, and the eyes that grieve, and the ones who mourn and the ones who bleed,

Starlight, won't you guide me? Come on down here and make it right.
Starlight, stay beside me. Hold me close and hide me beneath your light.

I was walking home from work last night, didn't see a soul in sight. I starting thinking, "why am I always alone?"

Ordinary Life

Written By: Patrick McBride

I learned long ago to take the times as they come: take the hard, take the great, but take it on the run.
I never learned how to live my life slow in one place: how to look in the mirror and see yesterday's same face.

Oh my self, Oh my soul, Oh those things I can't control.

I'm great at the awkward, even better with estranged. I never got a handle on the normal and mundane.
Because it's hard to be normal, when normal you haven't known; but I still wish I had an identity I own.

Oh my self, Oh my soul, Oh those things I can't control.

Been flying high like the birds southward bound.
Been low, crawling to get myself off the ground.
But what I fear is the normal everyday: no evil to report and nothing left to say.

I am afraid of the mundane, and the ordinary life.
I am afraid of the mundane, and the ordinary life.

Woodstock

Written By: Patrick McBride

Gazing at the field half-a-million people long. Thought it would all be different, so let's just sing this song.
Yeah Hendrix played it right and we danced like we were young. Yeah we sang it all well, but now all well's done.

Grass so green and true tramples to mud after all, and songs that we believed in become tunes and tales grown tall.
Thought that all would change like that earth beneath our feet, but we were just kids, and kids don't know defeat.

Had our heads spinning like dandelions in that cold New York wind. Had peace and love in our hearts, how could that be a sin?
Our parents brought us food, they didn't know what hit their ears. They were still the ones who knew the blood from former years.
We thought we had it figured, happiness and life, but that next day the wind blew it out like breath and candleight.

Grass so green and true tramples to mud after all, and songs that we believed in become tunes and tales grown tall.
Thought that all would change like that earth beneath our feet, but we were just kids, and kids don't know defeat.

Three days later with heads held high, we left for the world again. Our folks stayed and cleaned the field lined with cans of porto-san.
Yeah, revolution may have left that day, but I still just don't know. What's another drugged-out kid if they have nothing to outgrow?

A week later I came home, disappointed at the sight. My Woodstock dream seemed to falter in the face of real life.
My dad said, "Son it figures, dreams always end in the mundane," like all those sailors back in '45 after their ticker tape parade.

Grass so green and true tramples to mud after all, and songs that we believed in become tunes and tales grown tall.
Thought that all would change like that earth beneath our feet, but we were just kids, and kids don't know defeat.

Thought that all would be different like that earth beneath my feet, but I was a kid and I didn't know defeat.

All That Remains

Written By: Patrick McBride

Two wounded lovers' eyes meet across a great divide. He longs for her like melody longs for rhyme.
But painted on this picture are colors of a different hue. How do mark the moment when you know she doesn't love you?
And at night he walks the city streets all restless and alone, and he cries out loud his heart cold as a stone.
Why did it have to be raining on this dark Texas night? And somehwere in the falling water he feels his childish dreams die.

So don't be afraid. Don't be ashamed. Be true to yourself and all that remains.
I know you can't feel it, but your not the same. No, your something more...your all that remains.

He runs along the coast until his body cannot stand. He tries to leave his broken heart buried beneath the sand.
But to his mind's distraction, he still cannot believe- he says, "they stole my heart and made their escape, running thick as thieves."

So don't be afraid. Don't be ashamed. Be true to yourself and all that remains.
I know you can't feel it, but your not the same. No, your something more...your all that remains.

And the next time he did see her he was reluctant at the sight. All he feared had become real and nothing seemed right.
But its funny how God can work when all your nightmares come true: You pray for Him to change the dream but in the end he changes you.

Shout at the mirror. Cry in the rain. Let it all out for all that remains.
The twinkling starlight and the burning flame. See how they shine for all that remains.
Walk out on the terrace. Stand on the stage. Give us a smile for all that remains.
Sit down in the driveway. Sit down in your pain. Stay for a while for all that remains.

So don't be afraid. Don't be ashamed. Be true to yourself and all that remains.
I know you can't feel it, but your not the same. No, your something more...your all that remains.

The Angels Sing

Written By: Patrick McBride

Never saw an angel. But when I saw your face, I swear, the heavens fell and there were angels in this place.
And they were spinning and dancing wild, and singing a joyful tune. Yeah that's what the angels did when they caught sight of you.

And the angels sing when you're around.
But their voices scarcely make a sound.
And oh they whisper when they speak.
'Cause you're the prettiest angel they've ever seen.

And they've seen others with faces painted and made, but when they see the heart inside all that beauty seems to fade.

And the angels sing outside your door.
And when you walk out they fall upon the floor.
And oh they tremble when you're around.
'Cause they know the beauty they have found.

I know you might not believe me. My meager words can't describe what the angels sing about you and how they dance when you arrive.

And the angels weep like willows when you cry.
And when you laugh, well the angels just take flight.
And oh they praise God above.
'Cause in you they see the purest love.

And the angels sing.
'Cause you're the prettiest angel they've ever seen.

New Jerusalem

Written By: Patrick McBride

Your people speak fondly of you. Some even whisper at the mention of your name. But when it comes to walking in your footsteps all of our broken lives are still the same.
We have the greatest memories of you. And we drink your blood like it's dollar wine. But we are drunk the wine of our ambition, and when it comes to serving you we don't have the time.

Oh Hallelujah. Oh Amen. We are standing blinded by the darkness. But we are walking home to New Jerusalem.

I remember the days of spreading your gospel. With cold steel of swords we taught it well. And we burned the cities of the others, and in your love said, "you can go to hell."
And now we sit in church on Sunday, and to you we sing the loudest songs. And we cry and mourn the loss of goodness, because it couldn't be our own fault after all.

Oh Hallelujah. Oh Amen. We are standing blinded by the darkness. But we are walking home to New Jerusalem.

I can't understand why my heart's so evil, and why my eyes prize the sinful things. And in this soul lies the heart of darkness, but you are all the light that this heart needs.
So could we just test the living waters? Or do we really have to wade out in the stream? Because by plunging our whole self under, we're in danger of knowing just what your love means.

Oh Hallelujah. Oh Amen. We are standing blinded by the darkness. But we are walking home to New Jerusalem.

Shooting Star Lullaby

Written By: Patrick McBride

Like a shooting star in the sky, love will find you like you've been looking all along. But here, now, in the meantime, you've got to find yourself and where you belong.

God is watching you. His hand has not left you.

Like a shooting star in the sky, love will find you like you've been looking all along. But here, now, in the meantime, you've got to hum a new tune, sing a new song.

God opens doors and shuts them all the same. This one's not open for you. But your day's coming soon, I know. Lord, I know.

Discography

"All That Remains", released in March 2007

Set List

Sets can lengthen or shorten for the requirements of the venue but here is an example:
1st Set: about 30 minutes

Someone Between
The Angels Sing
Starlight
Last Chance Waltz (cover: song by David Wilcox)
Woodstock
New Jerusalem
--break--
Second Set (approx. 30 min.)

Shooting Star Lullaby
Nod Over Coffee (cover: song by Mark Heard)
Ordinary Life
Opportunity (cover: song by Pete Murray)
All That Remains