Running alongside his day job as guitarist for Michigan pop-punks Fireworks, Brett Ayala Jones has recorded a number of tracks in a singer-songwriter country-folk fashion. Set to release his debut ‘Tramp’ EP in early 2015, the material is a departure from his style in the five-piece, although clearly retains the alternative foundation.
On ‘Tramp’, Jones has enlisted the help of fellow Fireworks members Teddy Roberts on drums and Adam Mercer on organ. The ensemble is completed by Sam Harris on upright bass.
“‘Old Man’ is a song about the three biggest toils I found in life; women, religion and purpose,” Jones explains of the final song from the three track EP. “But ultimately it’s about taking advice from people you disagree with. I think one of the worst things a true thinker can do is make his or her mind up about anything. Never stop learning, never shut doors and never think less of people for their differing opinions.”
‘Tramp’ is now available to pre-order in full via BandCamp, available both digitally and as a limited edition (75 copies) CD.
LYRICS:
There’s a shopping mart
In every woman’s heart
An old man said to me in a dream
He says the trick is son
If she wants a hair drying gun
You say “let me blow on it, please”
And if that doesn’t work
Well you can act like a jerk
But you’ll pay for it in the end
You see she’s always gonna want
What you ain’t got
And what you got she’ll want you to spend
Well I say “old man, it’s been too long a’coming
For it to end this bad
I may be scared to death
But I’m only playing dead”
He says “son, this one is yours
Now write the end”
Well there’s muddy old swamps
Where Bigfoot stomps
But few has he ever seen
I heard that old man say
“If he was a God fearing thing
He would have been put on that ark, you see”
It’s hard for me to believe
That an old man can’t see
That that Big Foot’s just like his God
You see he lives somewhere were we can’t see
And when we need help, he doesn’t do a whole lot
Well I say “old man it’s been too long a’coming
For me to change my ways”
And he says “there’s doubt in a poor man’s stout
But he’ll drink to better days”
Well I said “old man, are you honestly gonna tell that one to me?
Oh, old man, I suppose you also believe in fairies”
He says to me “son, I’ve seen women, religion
And ominous vision
But purpose proved the hardest to find
In this world of hurt, come to terms with the dirt
That collects on your troubled mind
Well you’re an over-thinker and a heavy drinker
Otherwise you wouldn’t be talking to me
But I’ve got words for you kid, make sure you live
True to yourself and quit your judging
Son I’ve got years of living
Casting that shadow on your little pile
Won’t you look up instead of looking forward
Just, hell just once in a while
And you may find something that’s bigger then you
Yea, you may find something worth looking up to”