I was born in Paris. My Mother was swedish but she had lived in Uganda and America. My Father was moroccan, he was a physician but he played the guitar. Soon i started singing in Spanish and English, with my little brother. In high school i took italian, my hair turned black, i started playing the straight horn and i grow a beard.
There were a few girls who liked me but i just didn’t know. I roamed suburban streets at night with Simon and Sam and only drank coffee. I also watched a lot of television and fought for the remote with my little sister.
Then i went to New York City on my own, talked to strangers, heard Ish Marquez sing, and learned about people and things. I quit reading and started making a living out of writing songs and playing shows.
One morning in 2006 i had a beer with my friend dominic in Berlin and he suggested that i call myself Stan : i immediately thought that was a very good idea. Europe was still a rather free country, you could do whatever you wanted.
01. Stanley Brinks
02. Idle Eyes
03. Lord Stanley's War Song
04. New Hampshire
05. My Experience With Truth
06. I Owe You
07. Song Of Hassan
08. Pease Pottage
09. Woman Of The Day
10. I'll Be With You
In the summer of nineteen seventy-three
A boy was born and that boy was me
Born with blue eyes and blond hair
And relatives and origins everywhere
My mother was quiet and educated
She travelled the world, she studied and painted
She used the french that she was reading
And never made it back to sweden
My father was a doctor but he played the guitar
On the day that you are born, you know who you are
He gave me the name of my late grandfather
One goes down and up comes the other
When i was a younger man i drank a lot of coffee
I studied biology and philosophy
The only thing i learned was what noone said to me
You better live noe and stop getting ready
I played in a band, we toured the old world
The shows were excited, fun and unheard
I loved the spirirt, i loved the UK
And chilling with my friends by the side oof the highway
I loved the movies, i loved the ocean
I liked the idea of an orphan nation
So i flew to the city to catch up with a friend
I met a few songsters and a lot of good men
In the fall of two thousand six
I changed my name to Stanley Brinks
I turned my back on friends and family
And became an enemy of society
It’s just me and you in here
Thare is nothing to fear
It’s ok, it’s alright
That was just a stalagmite
I have to ask you something
Sorry if i’m horning in
Do you really care so much
Could you still let in the clutch
I may brag ans i nay boast
But you’re the one i like the most
Just to see you makes me blush
Nothing can stop the blood rush
Idle eyes are the devil’s hands
Bur the devil’s not evil to his friends
Think with your heart instead of your feet
Or i’ll drag you by the skin of your teeth
I’ll coax you into losing my mind
Don’t worry i’m over twenty nine
I’ve had, my midlife crisis already
Take me easy, ready, steady
Have you ever heard about
The water from the rain spout
They say it’s good for you
They say a lot more too
Look at me, don’t fidget
One has target, one has to hit it
While the iron is hot
While the iron is taut
I never wanna say forever, i never wanna swear
I’ll start a new life any day now, anywhere
If you’re asking for skills, man i’ve got stacka
I figure out the etiquette and i lay my ax
Anywhere along the route, as long as
They have a sunset and a sunrise
Sandimanite
The sun, it rises in the morning and it sets at night
I’ve never ever lost one single fight
I am willing to bow, frankly i’d like that
I’d like to find a bigger giant to strike at
I’d have to find a propersized enemy
With the proper passion and sincerity
Sandimanite
It’s a tough position taht i’ve put myself in
But i’m talking sense, i’m not here for nothing
I’m talking from here, but i’m talking to you
I weigh my weight off the bandstand too
Keep your lovely face, don’t get carried away
I’ll take you and your siblings now, any day
Sandimanite
You can tell me you lied to me, i’ll stilll let you in
But never tell me you don’t know what you’re doing
I’ll hear everything else, you can say it to my face
I’m sure after all, you have your heart, in the right place
So if in the end, you finallykill me dead
Please don’t forget to kiss my forehead
Sandimanite
I heard every single word you said
I have a room, i have a bed
Nuggets and buds and brussels sprouts
And nothing too serious to think about
What you do is what i crave to take part in
You’ve done it a while but i’m merely starting
You must be really tired, i understand
Are you sure you do not need a hand ?
Let’s not jump to conclusion
- Let me handle this
- Do you want a kiss
- I am not demented
- I just thought you meant it
I’ve got new hampshire, cartons and booze
I’ve got a clean towel that you’re welcome to use
I’ve got the know-how, i’ve got the gear
Two things i’m short of are patience and fear
Listen, this is your only chance
Are you giving me that chance
Last call for drunks, this is a warning
It’ll be a lonely morning
I swear i could hear you load and clear
You winked at me too like the fake maria
You said so much to me from the stage
I got all the hints, i got the message
You were lookling straight at me
You were looking great and free
You were looking very available
I have a lot of records and i have a turntable
My experience with truth :
Sticking out of her jeans her underwear said snoopy
I fell in love with her on tour, she was a groupie
She went to bed with the drummer, cause that’s how it goes
You don’t need a weathercock to know which way a girl blows
I dated another starfucker for a while
I liked her legs and i liked her smile
But when we did it it felt wrong and i couldn’t sleep
I guess beauty is but skin deep
Did it ever occur to you
To deny what’s false and admit what’s true
It’s a fun game if you can play it
When a truth is lame you still have to say it
I’m not going alone on this train
Trips like this just damage your brain
You’re in for a ride, here’s a beer and a ticket
If you like my cowlick, you’re welcome to lick it
Kill-joy was here, i know his smell
I call him Charlie cause i know him well
I’m like » Charlie, what’s yourplan, when are you dying ? »
He says i’m not funny but i know he’s lying
Smoking at a service station is fine
You get away with such things most of the time
But if you try just once to speak your heart
They’ll beat you up and put you down and take you apart
You looked so weird and embarrassed
Your lies were so awkward you seemed more honest
Than any friend or lover of mine
We started having a good time
You couldn’t write, you couldn’t read
You couldn’t hardly drink, you were a bad seed
But think of all the things i couldn’t do
That i’m doing now and i owe it it you
I owe you, I surely do
You crushed the Tube of toothpaste i kept
In the inside breast pocket of the jacket
Your words and your lips were a little
Like a danish movie with swedish subtitles
You were out of the nineteen sixties
You had the bangs, the glasses and the bare knees
You lost your lighter all the time
But you got used to uing mine
When i first saw you, my heart went now
Don’t fall apart on me now
When i first saw you i lost it
You haven’t changed, i must admit
You’d locked your bike already
You started to snigger at me
I didn’t have a kickstand
So you had to lend me your hand
I wasn’t born or raised here
So i don’t mind the domestic beer
Now roll me a joint and a junky one
You know i’m old and i know you can
I’ve crossed the nile but not the styx
I’ve been in the middle, i’ve been on the brinks
I started as a slave but i’ll tell you one thing
I’ve been the lord, i’ve been the king
All my roads don’t lead to rome
Who cares what one calls a home
Mi sono bagnato
Fino al culo
I whistled while i worked i compromised
I had to deal with the circumcised
Quote : rum, sodomy and the lash, unquote
You need a drip dry coat to get on the boat
But in every harbor, in every town
In every country, every time
I’d find myself a pretty grass window
And i’d get to know her and she’d still let me go
My brother’s in Canada, he’s very rich
Before taking his car, he has to choose which
Here’s a cigarette and my pocket square
Help yourself with whatever is in there
I’m a hundred and sixty years old
I’ve seen history unfold
So i got the dance, tell me who’s the man now
It’s been a lovely evening, i’m shoving off, ciao
The demonstration seemed like fun
They had beer, grass and the only grown up was my mum
But they started shouting so i had to run
I so had to run
And i don’t know what the matter was
Once a year i go to the temple but i always feel sleepy
I start wishing for the m.c. to play us an e.p.
I walked into a church once and god taht was creepy
Holy shit, that was creepy
I must have been fifteen the last time i opened a book
I didn’t smoke, drink, and whan i did i puke
There was something wrong with the way that i looked
And when i talked to people my hands just shook
I met a pretty girl we had a good chat
She happened to have a placeof her own where i laid my hat
Afterfive years i took off, just like that
Yeah, just like that
They built the staircase but they didn’t build the building
With a nail she wrote her name on his wedding ring
But the snake doesn’t mourn for the skin he’s shedding
No, he certainly doesn’t
Foxy was written in big letters on the wall
You were standing next to that and you didn’t look tall
I could tell it was you but i still wasn’t sure
The last time i’d seen you i was dancing to the cure
I liked you better back then, i’m not kidding, i swear
You were too shy to dance, you didn’t have that curly hair
Wait, it looks great on you, i don’t mean it that way
I am just a clown, you’re the woman of the day
I could tell you my story, i know it very well
I could tell you my story but it ain’t much to tell
Look at claire for instance, she’s a scream, she’s a shout
Now everybody likes her cause she’s been working out
She’s been dead, she’s been sick, she’s been acting funny
I guess you grow up slowly when your parents have money
It seems to me you two do have a lot in common
You didn’t before but now in rome you’re a roman
Back in the days of the incredible shrinking dude
People didn’t get smaller and if they did it wasn’t good
Do you do that every day, put on the war paint
I know it’s normal in a way but to me it just ain’t
It’s ok, i mean, don’t you take it too hard
I am tarred and feathered, i pulled a wrong card
I guess you just became an actress of some sort
Flawless in your low cut dress, not too short
Locked up in your phone cell most of the time
When the war outside is raging and the weather is just fine
Through hell and high water i’ll be with you
Before, meanwhile and after i’ll be with you
Through thick and thin, all the way through
Count me in, i’ll be with you
She was a crazy spanish girl
She had the colors and the smell, just like an animal
Now let me tell what people thought :
People thought that she was hot
One day he wouldn’t even need a clue
He would know what to say, he would know what to do
He would love her always
Not only for hours, not only for days
Better do me than wish me done
Better have a go before i’m gone
Do me over the dunghill
Do me with the shivers, do me with a thrill
She’d say taht with her ruby red lips
She’d say that with her rocking hips
She’d say that with taht glow in her eyes
She’d say that with a sleight of thighs
All songs by Stanley Brinks. 2007