Built to Wander (The Gypsy Sessions)

by Jake Brooker

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franklylost - Imagine that you've found yourself wandering through a pint-soaked evening meandering from pub to pub, and you eventually find yourself in a caravan drinking ale out of a wooden cup. You look left and you see Bob Dylan. Look right and see Tom Waits. Across the table you might find Jake Brooker. And in the morning when you woke up with a headache: you'd probably have this album in your pocket. Jake is a noble, earnest, and honest guy and I can't wait to see where he goes from here. Favorite track: Growing Pains.
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The Gypsy Sessions is an EP/mini-album recorded within an old bowtop caravan in the Brecon Beacons on Bryn Hill. Owned by a welcoming farmer, this caravan was my home for a week during a self-imposed mindfulness intervention in March 2017.

This is a collection of songs I have written across the last five years, each displaying stages in my maturation as a person, musician and writer (Will to Survive was written almost entirely on the "porch" of this caravan). With a soon-to-be classic combination of honesty laced with fictitious circumstances, The Gypsy Sessions reflects my love for traditional folk music, storytelling and the DIY punk attitude.

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released April 13, 2017

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Jake Brooker London, UK

Inspired by artists across generations and good friends including Frankly Lost and Will Whisson, this is a solo project that represents something I have been waiting for the right time to do. That time is probably not now, but why wait any longer?

I am a modern day folk singer trying to bring "ridin' the rails" storytelling back.
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Track Name: The Ship
It's Friday, it's raining, and I'm still thrilled about this evening.
Two hundred more words to do and I'm coming home to see you.

It's been a few weeks since I heard the beat, so I'll take a few hours on my favourite streets.
My absence has been unacceptable, but I swear to you it was unintentional.
We've got a lot to say and nothing to do so if you don't mind we can skip the food.
You've got work in the morning? Well you can crash at mine.
The next thing I know, I'm not feeling so fine.

We were only meant to go out for one drink and then we stayed until closing time when all ridiculous ideas formulate.
You'll sleep in my living room and I'll throw up in the loo, and I know you'll have a bloody good time too.

I'm used to goodbyes now, I say too much.
Why does it matter when it never really means enough?
You can forget about how hard you strive, because you're never getting out of this town alive.
School's over now and, as I come to think, every teacher's face is suddenly indistinct.

It's Sunday, I'm still poorly.
I hear that howling coming down the line and if I wanted to, I could stay behind.
This self-inflicted torture I can't bear.
But if I kept my plans and made my bed, I'd take a couple of nights off where I don't have to feel so sad and wish that I could be more than me.
Well there's one year left, and lots of room where we can gather around and waste an hour or two.
Some might say that's not strong enough, but I'm going to keep my plans before I turn to dust.

Because I've been cutting ties and losing grip but my foots still in the door and there's always someone picking me up when I pass out on the floor.
I'll sleep in your living room and I'll pick a career soon.
And I know you'll have a bloody good time too.
I know we'll have a bloody good time, someday soon.
Track Name: Will to Survive
Water you down like a thirsty pine.
A kiss of good luck and your finest wine.
I'm ready to roll in my rusty car.
For tonight we'll just follow the northern star.

Don't worry babe I covered my tracks.
Pounded the dirt and studied the maps.
Wipe the radar and ditch your phone.
When the heat is off we'll come and take our thrones.

Light of my life, you opened up my arms.
I fell for your smile and your hopeless charms.
Just me and you in my four wheel drive.
A love for a rush and will to survive.

I'll spin you around in the countryside.
Excuse the limp and my cartoon eyes.
I swear that man recognised my face.
Our love starts wars and it's time to make haste.

Light of my life, you opened up my arms.
I fell for your smile and your hopeless charms.
Just me and you in my four wheel drive.
A love for a rush and will to survive.

Water me down like a drunken swine.
You swore to me things would be just fine.
Our parents would faint if we confessed it all.
But let's not kid, who wouldn't be appalled?

We'll burn out tonight if they've caught our tail.
But put up a fight with a heinous wail.
The thrill is fatal lest we raise our hands.
Stand up today, they will not break my man.

Light of my life, you opened up my arms.
I fell for your smile and your hopeless charms.
Just me and you in my four wheel drive.
A love for a rush and will to survive.
Track Name: Seraphine
Seraphine I can see my house from here.
I can taste the air for tears that you swept across the city.
You were cast out, lost and lonely, I was wrecked from wasted nights.
So we formed our coalition to dive headfirst in the sky.
Like a pair of drunks on new years, we'll surrender all our cash and disappear forever into an amber flash.
We should fly off to the Outback or the Mojave before dawn.
While the sun is down your breath will keep me warm.

Still clambering to find my boots.
I'm on my way to you.
With a set of keys, and borderline blues.
And these lazy vagabond tunes.

May we ride together and go someplace, untouched by the faintest wind.
Seraphine, take flight.
The air is sharp and my tales are dull, so I'll need some more of your fiery soul.
Seraphine, let's go.

Seraphine, I can see that you are ready.
I know your scales are dusty so let's bathe in this here twilight.
No moment here is squandered, lets break before the thunder has ceased and find ourselves a southern summer.
I'll brush away your fears like you blew away my ego and arrogance, Seraphine you are my hero.
Our words are cheap and meaningless, it's time to tear them down and spend our short lives sailing out of dark abandoned towns.

Seraphine, I can feel your wings grow heavy.
I know you're getting old, but you have yet to find the treasures hidden past the blue threshold.
Please just give us one more jailbreak, to forget our futile futures.
Seraphine, we are more than just a pair of sunken losers.

Hung up and tired, betrayed by doubt.
I'm on my way to you.
With a pair of stones and nothing left to choose, but a quiet ride among moons.

May we ride together and go someplace, untouched by the faintest wind.
Seraphine, take flight.
The air is sharp and my tales are dull, so we need some more of your fiery soul.
Seraphine, let's go.
Track Name: Growing Pains
Five long nights, I heard you groan.
You should have listened to your heart, how was I to know?
You've got your reasons and I held your eye.
You fell in love and I took the District Line.

Six long years, we saw what we could.
We took a couple chances and found what we assumed.
You have to stay but darling I've got to run.
You fell in love and I chose to pack and I'm gone.

If you wonder at all inside, my soul was open wide ready to coalesce soon, with your hands and innate perfume.

Don't blame yourself, you only wanted more.
To blend our lives together and maintain our great rapport.
You laid your stones and only offered me a tomb.
You fell in love and I saw impending doom.

The earth slips away dear, my will is growing weak.
To rid you of my rambling and to find some new technique.
You always said that my tenderness was real, so listen to me darling because I don't know how I feel.

If you wonder at all inside, my soul was open wide ready to coalesce soon, with your hands and innate perfume.
Track Name: Built to Wander
I was leaving Interlaken, and chose to bathe my weary head.
I was hungover, aching and drenched head to toe in sweat.
As I felt the glacial shower wrap it's hands around my chest, I made a vow to never let my feet begin to rest.

I was built to wander.
I was made to move.
I have lost myself on dusty plains and I never felt new.

I stumbled around Sumatra via bikes on cracked terrains.
The rain was fierce and endless and the trees like barricades.
The jungle guys and I would sing about life blowing like the breeze, while the monkeys that I had come to see kept stealing shit from me.

I was built to wander.
I was made to move.
I have lost myself on dusty plains and I never felt new.
I was built to wander.
I was left to choose.
Without no word, I kept on walking.
I had nothing to lose.

Dear Judith passed on not long before darkness cloaked the desert.
Our Dalmatian endeavoured but our tows were repeatedly severed.
We pooled our strength to pull that car 30 miles to the next town, when bright lights filled our jaded eyes and we kissed the sandy ground.

Well lately I've been idle, dodging questions of what's next.
Work is a means to an end and my career plans are in shreds.
My conscience crackles softly whilst the drives are stored away.
I dream of icy baths and yearn to leave this town today.

I was built to wander.
I was made to move.
I have lost myself on dusty plains and I never felt new.
I was built to wander.
I was left to choose.
Without no word, I kept on walking.
I had nothing to lose.