Bronwen Exter
Bronwen is a singer-songwriter and a teacher, living in Trumansburg, New York. She is releasing her second album on June 30th at Lot 10 in downtown Ithaca, NY.
“On her début album, ‘Elevator Ride,’ Bronwen Exter’s voice is like a warm mist capable of obscuring all of life’s problems.” John Donohue - The New Yorker
Rockwood Music Hall
New York, NY June 27th
Lot 10
Ithaca, NY June 30th
Finger Lakes Grassroots Festival of Music and Dance
July 19 - 22, Trumansburg, NY
“On her début album, ‘Elevator Ride,’ Bronwen Exter’s voice is like a warm mist capable of obscuring all of life’s problems.” John Donohue - The New Yorker
Rockwood Music Hall
New York, NY June 27th
Lot 10
Ithaca, NY June 30th
Finger Lakes Grassroots Festival of Music and Dance
July 19 - 22, Trumansburg, NY
Melancholy Boy from The Ithaca Post on Vimeo.
Junkyard
Dynamite
Do you have dynamite? Try as I might
I can’t fix this any other way.
He’s lying
in bed.
Secrets and silences fooling
his sweet tousled head.
I played it out as he wrote it.
I took his heart and I broke it.
Dear little dynamite, do you have a light
do you please have a minute to stay?
I’m lying
in your bed again, wrapped up in your clouds.
I’m trying
to think straight.
I played it out as he wrote it.
I rolled this love up and smoked it.
Under the circumstances, under my skin
I’ve set myself far, wandering far
But now where in this room can you be?
And where in the world is he?
Who thought they saw probably didn’t see,
who thought they saw probably didn’t see
that I played it out as he wrote it.
I took his heart and I broke it.
I played it out as he wrote it.
I rolled this love up and smoked it.
Do you have dynamite? Try as I might
I can’t fix this any other way.
He’s lying
in bed.
Secrets and silences fooling
his sweet tousled head.
I played it out as he wrote it.
I took his heart and I broke it.
Dear little dynamite, do you have a light
do you please have a minute to stay?
I’m lying
in your bed again, wrapped up in your clouds.
I’m trying
to think straight.
I played it out as he wrote it.
I rolled this love up and smoked it.
Under the circumstances, under my skin
I’ve set myself far, wandering far
But now where in this room can you be?
And where in the world is he?
Who thought they saw probably didn’t see,
who thought they saw probably didn’t see
that I played it out as he wrote it.
I took his heart and I broke it.
I played it out as he wrote it.
I rolled this love up and smoked it.