Brian Michael Henry: songwriter, vocals, piano, keyboards, synths, drum programming, production, cover photographer

Colin Summers: electric guitar

Eclipse Mixing and Matering: mixing, mastering 

Adam-Bobby Farman: cover art, jacket design 

"Diorama" written by Brian Michael Henry. 
© ℗ 2023 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Diorama

Brian Michael Henry: songwriter, vocals, piano, keyboards, synths, drum programming, production, cover photographer

Eclipse Mixing and Matering: mixing, mastering 

Adam-Bobby Farman: cover art, jacket design 

"Lifeguard" written by Brian Michael Henry. 
© ℗ 2023 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Lifeguard

Brian Michael Henry: songwriter, vocals, piano, keyboards, synths, drum programming, productions, cover photographer

Colin Summers: electric guitar

Eclipse Mixing and Matering: mixing, mastering 

Adam-Bobby Farman: cover art, jacket design 

"Back To River City" written by Brian Michael Henry. 
© ℗ 2023 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Back To River City

Brian Michael Henry: songwriter, vocals, piano, keyboards, synths, drum programming, productions, cover photographer

Luke Darnell: electric guitar

Eclipse Mixing and Matering: mixing, mastering

Adam-Bobby Farman: cover art, jacket design

"Eternity" written by Brian Michael Henry.
© ℗ 2023 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Eternity

Brian Michael Henry: vocals, piano, drums, songwriter
Colin Summers: guitars, bass
Alice Teeple: cover art
Eclipse Mixing: mixing, mastering
Releases May 24, 2024

LYRICS:
I don't really love you when you cry
Can't bear to see your face when tears
Are gumming up your eyes
The sound of it just makes me wanna die
No I don't really love you when you cry

Babe, I think you're phony when you weep
You can share the health with me
But all the sickness? You can keep
And if you must, please don't disturb my sleep
Cause baby I can't stand it when you weep

You know I'd move the stars and moon for you
I'd give up all my friends, my job
My house, my family too
But you know that there's just one think I won't do
I'll never wipe your tears when you are blue

I don't really love you when you cry
If a shoulder's what you need go out
And find some other guy
I know that it might not be very nice
But I don't really love you when you cry
No I don't really love you when you cry

"I Don't Really Love You When You Cry" written by Brian Michael Henry. © ℗ 2023 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

I Don't Really Love You When You Cry

Brian Michael Henry: vocals, piano, drums, songwriter
Colin Summers: guitar
Alice Teeple: cover art
Eclipse Mixing: mixing, mastering
Releases July 5, 2024

LYRICS:
The last time I saw you, you had “The Naked and The Dead”
Said it was the longest book that you ever, ever read
The last time I saw you that old look was in your eyes
You bit your fingernails and then you scratched around your thighs
You said that it was the last time
Yeah you said, that this would be the last time
I thought that we were the transformers
I thought that we were turning corners
Never in a million years did I think I’d be the one
The one of us to make it stick
The last time I saw you it was summer on the pier
You asked if I could take you anywhere but here
The last time I saw you it was such a different world
The last time I let you get me swirled
I said that this would be the last time
Yeah I said that it would be the last time
I thought that we were the transformers
I thought that we were turning corners
Never in a million years
Did I think you’d take it further
No way, oh baby, not a chance
Now I heard that you’re in mourning for your looks
You lost your place and you had to sell your books
The last time I saw you all of that was still a “yet”
The last timeI won’t forget
I thought that we were the transformers
Who knew that you were cutting corners
Never in a million years
Did I think I’d see the day
When you’d transform yourself away

"Transformers" written by Brian Michael Henry. © ℗ 2023 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Transformers

I wanna go to an island with you
And roll around in the sand
I wanna go to a big museum
And look at all the Cézanne's

But I don't wanna start a little family
I think that it would be bad
I don't wanna raise a child with you 'cause
You wouldn't make a good dad
You wouldn't make a good dad

I wanna have wild sex with you
Till it gets old and bland
I don't think that we should procreate though
I don't think that we can

No, I don't wanna start a little family
I think that it would be bad
I don't wanna raise a child with you 'cause
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad

You're awfully nice to me
And it's not hard for me to see
How I could spend forever
Just the two of us; never three

You could find us a real nice house
I'll go and start a career
We'll have our cocktails at five o'clock
I'll start calling you dear

I don't wanna have a child with you
And I hope it doesn't make you feel sad
And if it does, it doesn't change the fact that
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad

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I wanna go to an island with you
And roll around in the sand
I wanna go to a big museum
And look at all the Cézanne's

But I don't wanna start a little family
I think that it would be bad
I don't wanna raise a child with you 'cause
You wouldn't make a good dad
You wouldn't make a good dad

I wanna have wild sex with you
Till it gets old and bland
I don't think that we should procreate though
I don't think that we can

No, I don't wanna start a little family
I think that it would be bad
I don't wanna raise a child with you 'cause
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad

You're awfully nice to me
And it's not hard for me to see
How I could spend forever
Just the two of us; never three

You could find us a real nice house
I'll go and start a career
We'll have our cocktails at five o'clock
I'll start calling you dear

I don't wanna have a child with you
And I hope it doesn't make you feel sad
And if it does, it doesn't change the fact that
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad
You wouldn't make a good dad
Neither would I
You wouldn't make a good dad
credits
releases August 30, 2024
Brian Michael Henry: vocals, production, songwriter
Paul Hinkes: electric guitars
Alice Teeple: cover artwork
Eclipse Mixing: mixing, mastering
"Good Dad" written by Brian Michael Henry. © ℗ 2024 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Good Dad

LYRICS:
I’ve been taking pictures of myself
All the time
Tryin’ to find a face I used to make
When you were mine
But it ain’t in these photographs
Even when I’m saying “cheese”
I can’t find a glimpse of myself
Without you next to me

I’ve been walking by your place at night
Just to see
If we cross paths, will you say “hello?”
Or “who is he?”
Well maybe we could talk about it
Won’t you meet me out for coffee?
Drink your fill, I’ll foot the bill
If you’d just talk to me

I won’t cry
If you decide That I just ain’t the one
But we were sky high
When you were my
Baby please don’t say “we’re done”

Didn’t mean to cause a scene tonight
Don’t you know?
I’m just trying to make a little sense
Of why you’d go
I guess it’s time to pack it up
Hey, I can take a cue
If you change your mind tomorrow
I’ll wait right here for you

For you
For you
I'll wait right here
You know that I love you
You know that I love you
I'll wait right here

CREDITS:
Brian Michael Henry - vocals, songwriter, keyboards, synthesizer
Colin Summers - guitar, bass, drums, synthesizer, production
Eclipse Mixing - mixing & mastering
Alice Teeple - cover art, cover design 
Copyright 2024 by Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved.

Waiting (Post-Punk Remix)

Got tickets to the opera babe, do you wanna go?
Where they'll be singing words that we don’t know 
And in the back we’d have a private show
Then go out dancing baby whoah whoah 

I know at dinner that I made a mess 
Got cocktail sauce on your new party dress
That piano player, though, wasn’t he the best?
I’ll pay the tip if you could get the rest 

Will you be mine?
Will you be mine? 
Say you’ll be mine
Will you be mine?

I know you’re making plans for breaking-up 
I’ve seen you organizing all my stuff 
Your friend, Diane, I know she hates my guts 
Diane, Diane why do you hate my guts? Whoah whoah

Will you be mine? (Diane)
Will you be mine?  (Diane)
Say you’ll be mine
Will you be mine?

Ain’t got much to do
But you know?
I’ll give it all up for you

I charmed the pants off of your parents, dear
I hope that buys at least another year 
I think they liked that French imported beer
Hey, do you think that I could sleep here? Whoah whoah 

Will you be mine? 
Will you be mine?  
I wanna give you all of my time
Will you be mine?
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah
Oh

Brian Michael Henry: vocals, drums, piano, bass, songwriter
Colin Summers: electric guitars
Jake Goodman: alto saxophone
Amanda Hick: laughter
Mixing/Mastering: Eclipse Mixing
Artwork: Alice Teeple

Valentine's Day

This is a song about a massage. Release date: 03/07/2025

LYRICS:
Don’t wanna talk about you 
Don’t wanna talk about me 
And when I walk out the door
I don’t want no one to see 

I aways end up in places 
I’m not supposed to be 
I’m paying money, money, money, money 
Why can’t I get it for free?

You give me time 
Then open up the door  
When it’s time
You ask if I want more 
Every time 
I say “I’ve never done this before”

You’ve got the magic hands
You’ve got fingers that understand 
You’ve got the magic hands 
My lover wouldn’t understand 

Don’t wanna talk about sex
Don’t wanna talk about love
I’m looking down at the floor
I feel your eyes from above 

Either you will or you won’t 
But I’m willing to gamble 
You turn me over on my back and then you
Give me all the pain I can handle 

You give me time 
Then open up the door  
When it’s time
You ask if I want more 
Every time 
I say “I’ve never done this before”

You’ve got the magic hands
You’ve got fingers that understand 
You’ve got the magic hands 
My lover wouldn’t understand 

You’ve got the magic
You’ve got the magic 
You’ve got the magic hands 

You’ve got the magic
You’ve got the magic 
You’ve got the magic hands

Brian Michael Henry: songwriter, vocals, synths, producer
Colin Summers: guitar, bass, drums, synths, producer
Alice Teeple: cover art, photographer, model
Eclipse Mixing: mixing, mastering

“Magic Hands!” written by Brian Michael Henry. © ℗ 2025 Brian Michael Henry. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

Magic Hands!

Brian Michael Henry’s new EP, "The Horror! The Horror!," is a five-track collection of New Wave-inspired alt-pop tracks that examine love and desire from the perspective of classic horror characters.

"The Horror! The Horror!" may only be Henry’s second recorded release—following 2021’s "Remote Work"—but he’s no stranger to the stage, having made a career in opera and musical theater before diving head first into home recording at the height of the 2020 pandemic. 

Throughout "The Horror! The Horror!," Henry examines the humanity of monsters and the monstrosity of humans atop pulsing layers of cold electronic production that call to mind both John Carpenter’s signature synth scores and modern darkwave artists like Cold Cave in equal measure. Henry’s vocals, however, are reminiscent of Stephin Merritt’s signature croon and lend a notable warmth to each song, creating a more three-dimensional portrait of his characters and heightening the emotional resonance of the EP.

Although Henry’s background is in musical theater, his songwriting prowess and synth-heavy instrumentation throughout "The Horror! The Horror!" eschews any acute Broadway sensibility in favor of New Wave and post-punk influence, a recent development in Henry’s tenure as a writer and performer.

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