Exorcist [LP]

Selwyn Birchwood

Exorcist [LP]


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Produced by Grammy winner Tom Hambridge (Buddy Guy, Christone “Kingfish” Ingram, Susan Tedeschi), Exorcist features 13 vividly detailed new Birchwood originals.  It’s an intoxicating mix of deep blues, heady, psychedelic-tinged rock, booty-shaking funk and sweet Southern soul, performed with the fire-and-brimstone fervor of a revival tent preacher.   "Rising blues star Selwyn Birchwood is the real deal. He puts his own fresh spin on the blues, taking the tradition and making it into something new." —Guitar World


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1. SIDE A: Done Cryin' 4:38


If I have to buy me a silver spade
To bury all the love that we made
I wouldn't leave a single trace
And I'd plant dead flowers on that grave
I had my ambitions and you had yours
Except you kept them behind closed doors
Under sheets of lies, in a bed of lust
Didn't take too long for you to break my trust

If you wanna give yourself away, that's fine
It's my fault to think you were mine, all mine
Guess it’s just a matter of time
I'll tell ya one thing, pretty baby
I'm done cryin’

I'll leave you to fend for yourself
You made it clear you don't need nobody else
I was there to catch you but now that I'm gone
You only have your arrogance to break your fall
And when you point that finger to blame
You'll see no one cares to share your pain
When you throw all the good people to the flame
There's only darkness to take their place

If you wanna give yourself away, that's fine
It's my fault to think you were mine, all mine
Guess it was just a matter of time
I'll tell ya one thing’ pretty baby
Tell you one thing, pretty baby
I'm done cryin’
I’m done cryin’

2. FLorida Man 3:40


Down where rebel flags meet Mickey Mouse
Down where the Wild West meets the Dirty South
A phenomenon that can't be explained
Goes by the name of "FLorida Man"

FLorida man gets drunk and shoots guns at hurricanes
FLorida man gets high on bath salts and eats your face
FLorida man reports a burglary to authorities ‘cause you stole his stash
FLorida man commits a felony, armed robbery, in a spiderman mask

Is it something in the water that makes him act this way?
Is it the Natty Light, the crystal meth, or cocaine?
He don't drink and drive, he drinks when he's stopped at traffic lights
I’m not even surprised when I hear that he married a carnival ride

FLorida man gets drunk and shoots guns at hurricanes
FLorida man gets high on bath salts and eats your face
FLorida man reports a burglary to authorities ‘cause you stole his stash
FLorida man commits a felony, armed robbery, in a spiderman mask

FLorida man takes an alligator for beer runs at the liquor store
FLorida man makes love while he's handcuffed in a cop car
FLorida man swears that one day his turtle army will make you pay
FLorida man is insane, he boards planes with live grenades

FLorida man gets drunk and shoots guns at hurricanes
FLorida man gets high on bath salts and eats your face
FLorida man reports a burglary to authorities ‘cause you stole his stash
FLorida man commits a felony, armed robbery, in a spiderman mask

3. Horns Below Her Halo 6:14

I think Satan might be a woman 
That’s why they call him, Lucif-her 
If he isn’t, he must’ve had a daughter 
She’s tellin’ me, that we..are in love
She’s a devil in a dress
A wolf in sheep’s clothes 
She’s got horns below her halo

She parades like a saint on Sunday morning
But even the devil dwelled in heaven once
She masquerades to keep the people from knowing
She’s as evil is, as evil does
She’s a devil in a dress
A wolf in sheep’s clothes
She’s got horns below her halo

She’s got horns below her halo
Horns below her halo
She’s got horns below her halo
Horns below her halo
She’s got horns below her halo
Horns below her halo

The way she tells it, she’s an angel that fell from grace
And her wings have just been clipped
Truth is, Little-Miss Lies couldn’t fly to begin with
And what you see is exactly what you get
She’s a devil in a dress
A wolf in sheep’s clothes
She’s got horns below her halo

She’s got horns below her halo
Horns below her halo
She’s got horns below her halo
Horns below her halo
She’s got horns below her halo
Horns below her halo

4. Underdog 4:31

I’m an underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m an underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated
I’m an underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m an underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated

My whole damn life, people saying “You ain’t good enough
Why bother tryin’, you’ll never get it, just give it up
Who are you to think you could ever measure up?”
But It’s my instinct to give the finger I just lift it up 

I’m the underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m the underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated
I’m an underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m an underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated

I work twice as hard to get half as far 
They say, “You might have a glow, you’ll never be a star”
Keep countin’ me out, treat me second class
‘Cause I thrive on doubt and this dog…bites back

I’m an underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m an underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated
I’m the underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m an underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated

I’m the underdog

I’m the long shot, I’m against the odds
I’m the dark horse, I’m the wild card 
I’m the go-getter, I’m the Lone Ranger 
I’ll be the upsetter, I’m the game changer 

I’m the underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m an underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated
 
I’m the underdog
Underrated, undercut, underestimated
I’m an underdog
Understated, undermined, underappreciated
I’m the underdog

5. Exorcist 4:50

Bring me
An eagle’s claw
Some dragon’s breath
A monkey paw
And a spider web
I've got to break this hex

Tell me
What manner of sorcery
Got me loving you
While you abusing me?
I must be possessed

So, I'm gonna burn sage at the door
Pour salt on the floor
Drive this spirit out
But if this witch
Steals my will to resist
I'm gonna need an exorcist

Gonna need holy water
The holy ghost
To break the grip 
Of her stranglehold
She won't get out of my head

It must be evil
Bending my knee 
To kiss her feet
So that she
Can kick me in the teeth
My head's starting to spin

So I'm gonna burn sage at the door
Pour salt on the floor
Drive this spirit out
But if this witch
Steals my will to resist
I'm gonna need an exorcist
I’m gonna need an exorcist

You ain't got magic on me no more
You ain't got magic on me no more
You ain't got magic on me no more
You ain't got magic on me no more

6. Lazarus 4:12

Lord, won’t you come here quick
My brother has fallen sick
It’s been four days
Since his last breath
They say that you’re a healer
And I’m a believer
Lord, won’t you come and undo his fate

He said, “Rise, rise, Lazarus
Rise, rise Lazarus
I will redeem your soul
Your faith has made you whole
Rise, rise, Lazarus”

The wind began to blow
A chill run down my spine 
The thunder growled 
And he opened his eyes
He sat right up to see
The congregation in front of him 
He said “Lord, I heard you call me from the other side”

He said “Rise, rise, Lazarus”
Rise, rise, Lazarus
I will redeem your soul
Your faith has made you whole
Rise, rise, Lazarus
Rise, rise, Lazarus
Rise, rise, Lazarus
My Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord

7. SIDE B: Hopeless Romantic 5:09

I’m a hopeless romantic
I never turn my back on love
I’m a hopeless romantic
I never turn my back on love
I can’t seem to see
That love had turned its back on me

I’m a hopeless romantic
I’ve been told a thousand lies
I’m a hopeless romantic
I’ve been told a thousand lies
She done me wrong a thousand ways
I’ve forgiven her a thousand times

Hopeless, hopeless, hopeless, hopeless
I’m a hopeless romantic
I never turn my back on love
But I can’t seem to see
That love had turned its back on me

Things have to get better
‘Cause they can’t get much worse

I’m a hopeless romantic
I always think things gonna change 
I’m a hopeless romantic
I always think things gonna change
I’m too in love to leave 
But I’m too damn hurt to stay 

I’m hopeless, hopeless, hopeless, hopeless
I’m a hopeless romantic
I never turn my back on love
I can’t seem to see 
That love had turned its back on me
I can’t seem to see 
That love had turned its back on me
I can’t seem to see 
That love had turned its back on me

8. Plenty More To Be Grateful For 7:04

You might feel stressed
Because your life is a mess
You might feel helpless
Downright depressed
But rest assured
Because you can't ignore
There's plenty more to be grateful for

It's not difficult
To find a reason to be mad
But I’m telling you it’s just as easy
To find a reason to be glad
And rest assured
‘Cause you can't ignore
There’s plenty more to be grateful for

You can find love
You can find hope
You can find peace
But you've got to be willing
And open to accept these things
Happiness is all in your point of view
You can take it or leave it
The choice is all up to you

Lord, it don't make sense
To curse the light when you wake
When you can give thanks
For being granted another day
And rrest assured
Because you can't ignore
There's plenty more
To be grateful for

You can find love
You can find hope
You can find peace
But you've got to be willing
And open to accept these things
Happiness it’s all in your point of view
You can take it or leave it
The choice is all up to you

Lord, it don't make sense
To curse the light when you wake
When you can give thanks
For being granted another day
And rest assured
Because you can't ignore
There's plenty more
To be grateful for
There's plenty more to be grateful for
There’s plenty more to be grateful for
There’s plenty, there’s plenty more
To be grateful for

There’s plenty more
To be grateful
Lord, there’s plenty more
To be grateful for

9. ILa-View 4:01

I love you baby (repeat chorus) you're the only one for me


ILa-View, Baby

Oh, I love that woman!

I love you, baby, like the church loves money
I love you like Playboy loves bunnies
I love you, baby, like a rasta loves pot
i love you like a crackhead loves rocks
I love you, baby
I love you, baby
I love, you, baby
You’re the only one for me

I love you baby, like a lush loves liquor
I love you like Instagram loves strippers
I love you, baby, like a wino loves grapes
I love you, like an albino loves shade
I love you, baby
I love you, baby
I love, you, baby
You’re the only one for me

I love you, baby, like a lush loves liquor
I love you like Instagram loves strippers
I love you, baby, like a wino loves grapes
I love you like an albino loves shade
I love you, baby
I love you, baby
I love you, baby
You’re the only one for me
I love you, baby
The only one for me
I love you, baby
You’re the only one for me


 

10. Swim At Your Own Risk 3:54

Bobby Bandit robbed and stole for fun
Johnny Law got him on the run
It was late at night with his back to the water’s edge
Well, he must’ve missed the sign that read
“Swim At Your Own Risk”

Well, he cut through sawgrass and stomped through mud 
To escape the sirens from down the road
Well, he waded and he waited ‘til the hunter was hunted 
‘Cause deep down in Florida’ you
Swim at Your Own Risk

There was a splash, Lord, there was a struggle
There was a thrash and all you heard was bubbles 
May he Rest In Peace in the belly of the beast 
Well, it’s just poetic justice
Swim At Your Own Risk 
Swim At Your Own Risk
Swim At Your Own Risk
Swim At Your Own Risk
Swim At Your Own Risk

11. My Own Worst Enemy 3:55

I've never heard of self-love
‘Cause all I've known is self loathe
I got a voice inside
That only serves to criticize
And I wonder, why it preys on my poor soul
I read myself the riot act
So many times, I've got it memorized
It's like self-esteem is too much to ask
It's like feeling good is a God-dang crime

It's insult to injury
Assault and batter-me
I treat myself as a tragedy
I’m my own worst enemy

You're too skinny, you're too fat
You're too damn dumb
Why you walkin’ like that?
You'll never make it, you're a hack
They all hate you
They're laughing behind your back
Got to incite a revolution
Join the fight that reside inside
Got to rewrite my constitution 
‘Cause I profess that happiness is my birthright

It's insult to injury
Assault and batter me
I treat myself as a tragedy
I’m my own worst enemy

It's insult to injury
Assault and batter me
I treat myself as a tragedy
I’m my own worst enemy
I’m my own worst enemy
I’m my own worst enemy

12. Show Tune 2:38

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All songs by Selwyn Birchwood, Selwyn Birchwood Music admin. by Eyeball Music, BMI

Selwyn Birchwood: Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar, Background Vocals, Bass Guitar on “Underdog” and “Swim At Your Own Risk” 
Regi Oliver: Baritone Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone
Donald “HuffWright: Bass Guitar
Byron “Bizzy” Garner: Drums, Percussion
Ed Krout: Hammond Organ, Wurlitzer, Rhodes
Charlyce Simmons, Vanessa Hawkins, Eric Green: Background Vocals

“ILa-View” and “Call Me What You Want To*” (*available on download)
Josh Miller: Rhythm Guitar
Andrew Gohman: Upright Bass
Jim McKaba: Piano
Jon Buck: Drums

Produced by Tom Hambridge
All songs written and arranged by Selwyn Birchwood
Recorded by Aaron Gandia and Pete Lutringer at Phat Planet Studios, Orlando, FL
Mixed and mastered by Michael Saint-Leon at Switchyard Studios, Nashville, TN
Design by Selwyn Birchwood and Kevin Niemiec
Photos by Ivy Neville 

Selwyn Birchwood is booked by Intrepid Artists International:
staff@intrepidartists.com; 704.358.4777; www.intrepidartists.com

Selwyn Birchwood endorses Gibson Guitars.

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Thank you to God for blessing my journey to and THROUGH music! Thank you to my family for supporting my crazy musical ambitions, especially “Maria” Birchwood! Thank you to my band for lending their talents on this record: Regi Oliver, Huff Wright, Byron Garner and Michael Hensley. Thank you to Bruce Iglauer and the exemplary staff at Alligator Records for their efforts pushing my passion to the masses! Thank you to Intrepid Artists for allowing my sounds to be performed worldwide: Rick Booth, Jake Lankheit, Will Johnston, Michelle Kiser, Rennie Pincus, and Kevin Hopkins. My sincerest thank you to Charlyce Simmons, Vanessa Hawkins, and Eric Green for lending their voices to this album! Thank you to Ed Krout and the Phat Planet Studios team. Aaron Gandia and Pete Lutringer always go above and beyond to get it done! Much appreciation to Josh Miller, Andrew Gohman, Jim McKaba and Jon Buck for gracing this album with some old school swagger. A huge thanks to Tom Hambridge and Michael Saint-Leon for mixing the medicine! A final thank you to all the fans that have supported this band from Day One!