The Property Line

The Property Line

BandRockAlternative

Classic songwriting with sharp pop hooks.

Biography


Move west and become a farmer or move east and become a fisherman, for one year.

Those were the two choices I gave myself in the summer of 2006. My plan was to live in seclusion, work sun up to sun down, and spend my evenings drinking hard and writing a collection of songs to record a year later with the money I had earned. The plan seemed simple enough, and after some research I decided west was where I wanted to go. I lined up a job on a farm in Red Deer, Alberta, and prepared to say goodbye to Ontario.

It seemed that fate had other plans.

I was forced to cancel the trip after a night of drinking caused a near fatal injury to my right wrist, which severed most of my tendons and left me with no feeling in my hand. As if that wasn’t bad enough, during the healing process I became addicted to pain killers. My life was a real mess. I couldn’t work, I couldn’t play guitar, and my pile of bills was growing out of control. So I did what anyone in my situation would do, one night I packed as much stuff as I could into my car and moved to Ottawa.

It took a while to get settled in, but after a few years Ottawa really became home.
I got most of the use of my hand back, made a ton of new friends, and finally started writing the kind of songs I’d always wanted to.

It wasn’t until the fall of 2008 that The Property Line began to form. I slowly started recruiting friends and people I met through the local scene, and after a bunch of line up changes, we arrived at our current line up in May 2009. Some of us were old friends, and some of us had never met before, but we all knew that for the first time in this band, everything felt right.

With a few shows under our belt we hit the studio during the summer of ‘09 to record our debut EP, This Is My House. The entire project was spanned over eight days, during the most storm ridden summer in Ottawa history. While tracking, we actually lost power a few times. This Is My House was released digitally on September 30th ’09 as a free download, and physically on October 15th ’09.

As for now, we’re highway bound.

Sincerely yours,

The Property Line

Lyrics

The Start

Written By: Joey Brunner

Buried beneath all the salt stained banks
hope is a force being sewn through the ranks.
Change is inevitable I know you’ll find.

Cold, yet soft to the touch.
A blanket never used all that much.
The fear spreads like wild fire,
turn that damn T.V. off if it
haunts you.

It’s not Heaven, but this is a start.

The deck hand stopped to release a sigh.
The winds too strong and waves too high,
but the boat will right itself I know you’ll find.

The doings have been done here before.
It’s easy to forget there’s a war.
So juxtaposition or die by the blade
of Jesus.

It’s not Heaven, but this is a start.

The doings have been done here before.
It’s easy to just turn to the whore.
The streets will re-strengthen just like they did before,
remember?

It’s not Heaven, but this is a start.

This Is My House

Written By: Joey Brunner

A full pack of smokes, a two tone sky,
and the road beneath my feet.
I stuck out my thumb and went into town,
kindness can’t be beat
at fifteen when you hurt.

I arrived at the door at eleven thirty,
still pacing at it’s frame
you said “Where the hell do you spend your time?”
and “How do you explain this move?”
“You don’t own me!”
“This was a choice I made, and I
won’t turn my back on it.”
And that’s when you said

“This is my house
and there is your room!”
“My rules are there to lead you son
away from where my youth still looms.”

Now the risen sun is a surly one.
My wild oats were sewn
into dim lit bars, and rusty cars,
and faces I can’t name
and it’s true that inside us
there’s a candle flame and mine
blew out on the interstate.
And that’s why I say

“This is my house
and there is no more room
for consolation prizes or
tenants who will leave too soon.”

Time is rue that I will use
to thicken our blood and sear our wounds.
So when you look at the scars you can see
that love once lived internally.
You gave your heart a brand new lease but I
don’t know how.

“This is my house
and there is no more room
for consolation prizes or
tenants who will leave too soon.”

Leave too soon.
Will you leave too soon?

My Design

Written By: Joey Brunner

I wave hello to the
people that I meet
on the street when the
bus is much too full
of those kind that
long for the daily grind.
Will I find
purpose in my design?

“Why?” cannot reprieve you from the path
hearts have made for us to hang our hat.

She left on a plane that was
headed for the shore
of a beach that she
picked out of a book
when the words that were
crazier than hell
said “Will I
find purpose in my design?”

“Why?” cannot reprieve you from the path
hearts have made for us to hang our hat.

Love, DEATH, and everything in between
there’s a place you can rest your head.
When will you make me believe in a
dryer higher ground?

“Why?” cannot reprieve you from the path
hearts have made for us to hang our hat.

All Together

Written By: Joey Brunner

Give me the truth or feed me a lie.
There’s hunger in these streets tonight
and it’s swerving through the neon lights
and making room.

So you and I can clearly see
that we don’t share a destiny
but some say we’ll climb a golden seat
all together.

Lost in the lustful eyes of maybe
as if she could save me
from oblivion.

It’s so hard to put the bottle down
when the visions now are so profound
and it seems everything is playing out
as it was scripted.

Your friends offered sympathy
and talked of how you built a dynasty.
We threw your body out to sea
all together.

Lost in the lustful eyes of maybe
as if she could save me
from oblivion.

Out Like a Fire

Written By: Joey Brunner

It really came down hard last night.
The commuter’s frustrations easy to sight.
Kids playing hockey on
outdoor rinks and local ponds,
which of them will ever strike gold?

If every positive converted into light
has a negative mirror image out of spite.
Should we set sail towards providence or
claim those lands baron?
We’re burning out like a fire.

The kings of the ocean belong
portaging in flocks forty thousand strong.
Not searching for a land
where the cold grips of men
can’t turn their children into soap.

To wash away decades of lies
or last nights make up from your eyes.
If the only true constant is change
then I think that I’m ready.
We’re burning out like a fire.

Humble and oblivious
to the strains we undergo.
Everything you’ve ever done
greets the abyss’s undertow.
But we could put the kettle on
to the memories you still host.
Oh, and talk about how we used to move...
We’re burning out like a fire.

Discography

This Is My House Ep (2009)

Set List

The Start
This Is My House
My Design
Stay Out Of My Kitchen!
All Together
Oakland Cemetery Blues
Out Like A Fire
Queenston Heights