Hotter

Art of Unlocking
(c) Kevin Stacey, 2014

Brent Bosworth, electric and acoustic guitars
Gary Bottini, Bass
Bob Parker, slide guitar and mandolin
Kevin Stacey, drums, percussion, lead vocal
Elizabeth Yandal, backing vocals
Bonham Stacey, additional acoustic guitar

Art Of Unlocking

(c) Brent Bosworth, 2014

Brent Bosworth – lead vocal, guitars
Gary Bottini – bass
Bob Parker – slide guitar, rhythm guitar, trumpet
Kevin Stacey – drums

Spanish Fly Girl

(c) Bob Parker 2014

Brent Bosworth: guitars, backing vocals
Gary Bottini: bass
Bob Parker: guitars, trumpet
Kevin Stacey: drums, lead vocal

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Don’t bother asking how it got this way
Took a long time, didn’t happen today
Don’t think about it, you might get dismayed
All that’s new becomes old anyway

Truth is fiction, fact slips away
Take a close look, how to portray
Push aside everything in the way
Welcome the new world, it’s all on display

half life, no time to delay
no stopping, it’s not going away
steady state, dynamic array
can’t slow the rate of decay

Become immune to cause and effect
No shoes no service just benign neglect
No place, no time, no need to reflect
Barely notice the loss of respect

Why come together, no need to connect
Losing interest, change the subject
Deny the science, who cares what’s correct?
Pay it forward, time to collect 

half life, no time to delay
there’s no stopping, it’s not going away
steady state, dynamic array
can’t slow the rate of decay

Lie and mislead, put on the squeeze
Don’t give a damn, don’t say please
No need for manners, grace or humility
Just lay on all your hostility

Stand up, kick the earth with your feet
Look around up and down the street
Hit the pavement ‘til it’s concrete
Big deal, little feat

Wonder where things went so wrong
Hard to tell now, it’s gone on so long
No single thing to blame it on
Give it up, all hope is foregone

Map it out the strategy’s sound
Build it up, tear it all down
Take a chance, it’s lost then it’s found
Push it back, turn it around

half life, no time to delay
no stopping, it’s not going away
steady state, dynamic array
can’t slow the rate of decay

Half life rate of decay
No stopping it’s not going away


Rate of Decay

The title track off our album, "Turquoise"

(c) Kevin Stacey, 2014

Turquoise

Divisadero, from the Spanish word for 'division' ... or it might derive from the word divisar meaning 'to gaze at something from a distance.' As in, you can go to the lookout point in Divisadero and see the beautiful canyon.

Divisadero is also a small town in the Copper Canyon region of Mexico.

(c) Bob Parker and Mark Leedom, 2013

Divisadero

(c) Bob Parker, 2014
Bob Parker - Electric and Acoustic Guitars, Background Vocals
Brent Bosworth - Guitar, Lead Vocals
Gary Bottini - Bass
Kevin Stacey - Drums, Percussion, Background Vocals

Come together, something happens
So amazing, it’s a mystery 
No doubt there’s something magical
All revealed with uncertainty
We create, outcome unknown
Taking on a life of its own
Up and down, more or less
Find a way
To progress
Find a way
To express

It is one, it is many
Comes to be so gradually
It’s already asking too much
For it… to be for free
Now is the time, here is the place
To the point, set the pace
What happens next, on its face
Is impossible
Seems implausible
Might be possible

We want to talk about possibilities
Not just a matter of degree
The way we act, our experience
Our potential, what ought to be
We’ve heard it said that anything’s possible
Infinite possibility
Things that make possible, possible
Who we are, what we believe

Where there’s will, there may be a way
To find what’s possible, right here, today
Black, white, shades of grey
Be here now, leave or stay
Forget tomorrow there’s only today
Now or then, no delay
Find the words, what to say
Choose the notes, and the music plays

This being so we seek the unknown
Find a way to make it our own
Assume good will and common aim
Stake a claim
Play the game
Touch the light
Light the flame

We want to talk about possibilities
Not just a matter of degree
The way we act, our experience
Our potential, what ought to be
We’ve heard it said that anything’s possible
Infinite possibility
Things that make possible, possible
Who we are, what we believe

Possibilities...


Possibilities

We Are All Criminals
Beautiful Wrecks (c) 2016

Music by Beautiful Wrecks
Lyrics by Kevin Stacey

We Are All Criminals

Disconnect
(c) Brent Bosworth, 2016

Brent Bosworth - lead vocal, guitar
Gary Bottini - bass
Bob Parker - lead and rhythm guitar
Kevin Stacey - drums and percussion


I hold a tiny shiny gadget in the palm of my hand
Obey my command
Can’t help but wonder, if I understand
A power that overwhelms me

She said “welcome to the new rage!”
Jump in if you’re so inclined
Ooo acceleration
A power that redefines

Somewhere my heart longs for a meaningful rendezvous
If the stars align, we find our way
Will we know what to do?

I mean no disrespect, it’s my observation
There’s a disconnect, disconnection

Gone is the quiet…introspect
Can’t afford to miss what’s next
Man if I can slow my motion
To stop and breathe

I mean no disrespect, it’s my observation
There’s a disconnect, disconnection

I can’t remember the last time
I wrote a letter
Can’t recall the last time
I knelt to touch the ground
The pace intensifies
The rhythm intensifies
Absorbed in the sound

I mean no disrespect, it’s my observation
There’s a disconnect, disconnection
I mean no disrespect, it’s my observation
There’s a disconnect, disconnection

Disconnect

Instrumental that appeared during a studio jam.

(c) Beautiful Wrecks, 2020

Brent Bosworth - guitar, vocals
Gary Bottini - bass, vocals
Bob Parker - acoustic and electric guitar, synthesizer, trumpet, vocals
Kevin Stacey - drums, vocals

Kratomic

Beautiful Wrecks is a Eugene-based band. We are seasoned players that all have at least 25 years of professional/semi-professional experience. Our style is socially conscious rock/Americana with a wry wit that incorporates a bit of jazz, ska, and other elements.