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Right Place, Wrong Time

Right Place, Wrong Time

Genres
Bluegrass, Americana, Folk, Country Rock

Keywords / Mood
Happy, Uptempo, Driving, Energetic, Romantic
 

Instrumentation 
Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Banjo, Pedal Steel, Didgeridoo, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written & Performed By Pete Briley.
ISRC - GBLFP2329987
ISWC - T-318.174.869-2
Tunecode - 562352DN
 

Lyrics 
 

I got no reason to be jealous, 

no reason to feel blue

I made my bed and I’m kipping in it, 

alone without you

 

The right place at the wrong time and I’m always out of luck

Still an overrated upstart who won’t amount to much

 

No, I ain’t much to look at

I’m not a clever man

But, love, I’ll make your toes tap

And sing as best I can

 

 

The right place at the wrong time and I’m always out of luck

Still an overrated upstart who won’t amount to much

Angels

Angels Ain't Singing my Name

Genres
Blues, Americana, Indie

Keywords / Mood
Melancholy, Sad, Emotive, Whispered Vocal, Hopeful.
Themes of loss, sadness, mourning
 

Instrumentation 
Lap Steel Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Electric Piano, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written & Performed By Pete Briley.
ISRC - UKZXB2300003
ISWC - T-321.598.183-8
Tunecode - 589018BM

Lyrics 
 

Breathe In, Breathe Out

We all have a clock that counts down

In the end we all get found

 

 

And Angels ain’t singing my name

Some things only happen in heaven where I’ll never be

And Angels ain’t singing my name

 

Breathe out, breathe in

We’re all on a boat that will sink

We’re all told to watch what we think

 

And Angels ain’t singing my name

Some things only happen in heaven where I’ll never be

And Angels ain’t singing my name

Elvis

Elvis

Genres
Indie Rock

Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Emotive, Hopeful.
Themes of growing up, coming of age.
 

Instrumentation 
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Clean Lyrics, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written By Pete Briley
Guitar / Vocals - Pete Briley
Production / Instrumentation - Johnny Moody
ISRC - GBLFP2383070
ISWC - T-320.738.701-3
Tunecode - 580341DP

Lyrics 
 

I was run out of town by a band of ex lovers

And their new boyfriends who didn’t want me around

I’m trying to hide somewhere I know that I won’t be found

I’m doing my best to settle down 

​

And I got to feel like Elvis

For a moment

Stepping out in my Sunday best

But it’s hopeless

I’m standing on the precipice

 

 

You can rely on me to fuck this up

I’m a pretty dab hand by now

If you can’t be smart be lucky

If you can’t be lucky come join me on the road

 

And I got to feel like Elvis

For a moment

Stepping out in my Sunday best

But it’s hopeless

I’m standing on the precipice

 

 

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We all admire the view from nowhere

Guess we all peaked at 15

Once the big fish now we’ve been banished to sea

 

Spending our time throwing shitty parties

Everybody’s  got the moody blues

Doing our best “uh huh”

I once had a pair of blue suede shoes

Go To Bed

Go to Bed

Genres
Indie Rock

Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Positive.
Themes of nights out, partying, drinking.
 

Instrumentation 
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written & Performed By Pete Briley.
Drums - Dane Campbell
ISRC - UKXN22327707
ISWC - T-321.344.243-0
Tunecode - 585328FQ

Lyrics 
 

I got a button down on

I’m wearing my only tie

A pair of boots that don’t fit right

 

My new pal wants another go

But man I’m out of dough

The Bar tend says I’d better go home

 

 

I should go to bed

But I’m saving up my sleep for when I’m dead

 

 

The room is spinnin’ round

I’m double parked and drunk

The drinks don’t go so easy down

 

I can stand if I close an eye

But man I’m telling lies

I fall in love in every jukebox dive around here

 

I should go to bed

But I’m saving up my sleep for when I’m dead

 

 

It’s 2am and i’m stepping out

The rain is coming down

Soaking through my take out

 

Its just like New Years eve

All hearts are worn on sleeves

What if this is all there is

 

I should go to bed

But I’m saving up my sleep for when I’m dead

Sick and Tired

Sick and Tired

Genres
Indie Rock

Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Positive, Anthemic.
Themes of optimism for the future, taking control of one's life.
 

Instrumentation 
Electric Piano, Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written by Pete Briley.
Guitar, Electric Piano, Vocals - Pete Briley
Production & Other Instruments - Johnny Moody
ISRC - UKZXB2300001
ISWC - T-321.598.185-0
Tunecode - 589018BP

Lyrics 
 

Tell All My Friends That I’ll be On the News

A local boy on at quarter to 2

I don’t know what I’m gonna say, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

But I know that it’s gotta be good

 

‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of wasting time

In this life I’m like a stone swept by

The rolling tide

And I’m rolling out of here

 

 

Tell all my family that I’m leaving town

I don’t know why I waited til now

I’ll hop a train, hope no one’s checking fares

Don’t know where I’ll go but I’ll know when I’m there.  

 

‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of wasting time

In this life I’m like a stone swept by

The rolling tide

And I’m rolling out of here

Somewhere

Somewhere

Genres
Indie Rock

Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Positive, Anthemic.
Themes of escape, finding joy.
 

Instrumentation 
Electric Guitar, Electric Organ, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written and Performed by Pete Briley.
Drums - Dane Campbell

ISRC - UKZXB2300002
ISWC - T-321.598.182-7
Tunecode - 589018AW

Lyrics 
 

We both got loaded  on gin and lemonade

You wanted wine but I guess I’d nothing in

 

The best Fridays are Thursdays

And the best weekends; you know they’re gonna end

 

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I’ve been looking for somewhere

This must be the place

I thought I’d never leave 

Thought I’d never escape

I brought a cheap ride to heaven

But I’m only here for the day

 

 

So we hatched a plan in a hazy juniper daze

We’d call in sick and head south on the morning wind

 

We’ll be long gone before they know

And the best part is there’s nothing they can do

 

I’ve been looking for somewhere

This must be the place

I thought I’d never leave 

Thought I’d never escape

I brought a cheap ride to heaven

But I’m only here for the day

 

Why does it have to be like this?

Hoping for a moment too easy to miss?

I’m trying my best but I can’t help it

I been feeling a little like I can’t cope and

What if it’s all over and didn’t notice?

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I’ve been looking for somewhere

This must be the place

I thought I’d never leave 

Thought I’d never escape

I brought a cheap ride to heaven

But I’m only here for the day

Rhonda

Rhonda

Genres
Rock, Blues, Indie Rock

Keywords / Mood
Driving, Retro, Anthemic, Storytelling, Wistful
Themes of finding joy, wasted youth.
 

Instrumentation 
Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written and Performed by Pete Briley.
Drums - Ryan Smith

ISRC - GX3Q92363943
ISWC - T-316.089.196-9
Tunecode - 552941HT

Lyrics 
 

She Pours A drink, To make us laugh

She Pours a drink, so we forget why we’re sad

She’ll drink a sailor under the table 

She keeps these slack jaw troubadours coming back

 

 

Oh, Rhonda take me home

I joined the drinking hall of fame and then passed out on the floor

Oh, Rhonda take me home

I’m tired of sleeping in my car and waking up alone

 

He spends his time, beating on a wall

In the hope it might turn into a door

He’s the rear end of a pantomime horse

He’s Tennessee Hero treading the boards

But She keeps these slack jaw troubadours coming back

 

Oh, Rhonda take me home

I joined the drinking hall of fame and then passed out on the floor

Oh, Rhonda take me home

I’m tired of sleeping in my car and I’m tired of getting old

Colour

Colour

Genres
Indie Rock, Rock, Americana

Keywords / Mood
Funky, Groove, Anthemic, Upbeat, Optimistic
Themes of California, The Beat Poets, Jack Kerouac, Ghosts, Colour
 

Instrumentation 
Electric Guitar, Synth, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written by Peter Briley
Guitar, Vocals - Pete Briley
Instruments and Production - Jonny Moody


ISRC - UKZXB2400001
ISWC - T-326.087.700-3
Tunecode - 637469KS

Lyrics 
 

I ran away with my Southern Belle

We rode along the ocean road

The Grooky City it called us in

One Fast move, or I’m gone

 

You See in Colour

In California

 

 

Stuck in the rat race, I drowned each day 

Got out the wheel, drove for Bixby Creek

Up in the mountains, just you and me

The general, the captain and brothers trinity

 

You See in Colour

In California

 

Sharing Drinks with Ghosts and I

Felt the ocean sweeping in with a chorus of singing sea lions

 

You See in Colour

In California

Cracking the Flacks

Cracking the Flacks

Genres
Alt-Country, Indie Folk, Americana

Keywords / Mood
Retrospective, reflective, optimistic, upbeat
Themes of growing up, of ghosts, of reflection
 

Instrumentation 
Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Pedal Steel, Drums, synthesiser, percussion, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Clean Lyrics, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written By Pete Briley
ISRC - UKZXB2400002
ISWC - T-327.739.118-7
Tunecode - 649393EW

Lyrics 
 

A whiskey for the wanderlust and the girl at table 3, who always kept her one good eye on me

A skinny kid, 19 today, armed with a telecaster, centre stage though I could hardly play

 

And the sun was cracking the flacks and shining on me

I felt sorry for the folks who weren’t drunk enough to notice

 

 

I see more ghosts now I’m closer to being one

I never got it right

I never got it right 

 

No one’s writing songs about the place where I come from, in fact no one really cares for it at all

The self proclaimed poet prince of the southern dust, I headed north to pull a sword from a stone

 

The sun was cracking the flacks and shining on me

I felt sorry for the folks who weren’t drunk enough to notice

 

I see more ghosts now I’m closer to being one

I never got it right

I never got it right 

 

Life didn’t turn out quite the way I’d planned it

But I guess that ain’t so bad, given where I landed

Highflyer

Highflyer

Genres
Folk, Folk-Rock, Americana, Indie Folk

Keywords / Mood
Epic, Anthemic, Intense
Themes of angst, protest.
 

Instrumentation 
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Bass Guitar, Piano, Horns, Drums, Male Vocal

Versions Available 
Full, Clean Lyrics, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke

Credits 
Written By Pete Briley
ISRC - UKZXB2300004
ISWC - T-932.160.121-2
Tunecode - 401718LT

Lyrics 
 

In a certain light

you see the string keeping me upright

You can see that I’m a million Light years 

from finding home

 

I was a Highflyer, a white liar, a raging fire

Now a lonesome pariah

And I can’t save the world from itself

 

 

I can’t breathe so I guess I’m staying home so no-one else can see

I can’t sing cause singing songs ain’t ever helped a soul like me

In the end

 

In the morning light, 

You see that I’ve been just too tired to fight

You see that I can’t travel in time

To get back to you

 

I am a half wild

Problem child

A blood red nile, not a rank-and-file and I

Wont tow the line anymore 

 

 

I can’t breathe so I guess I’m staying home so no-one else can see

I can’t sing cause singing songs ain’t ever helped a soul like me

In the end

 

 

 

kill my gods and kill my ghosts

Let this goddamn government eat me whole

God knows i laid to rest

My armour and my beating chest

And god knows that I am Abel 

 

 

I can’t breathe so I guess I’m staying home so no-one else can see

I can’t sing cause singing songs ain’t ever helped a soul like me

I can’t breathe so I guess I’m staying home so no-one else can see

I can’t sing cause singing songs ain’t ever helped a soul like me

In the end

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