Debut Album · 2024
Boldly contemplative, fearlessly honest, and undeniably personal — with powerful, gritty vocals that underline vulnerability and openness. B Brian unites strength of songwriting and composition with the hypnotic weight of unwavering intention.
Driven by compelling lyrical progressions that explore the depths of darkness in the human reality, the record details the haunting ache of an unsettling past — impossible to ignore.
"God and Monsters ultimately evolves to repeat one central idea: that these fictional heroes and horrors are as real as the days we share." — Stereo Stickman
The Debut · 9 Songs · 2021
I was just a boy when you took me to your bedroom nude. And there, you woke these feelings as you whispered no one must know. Because God and monsters are real. They’re beneath your bed. They are real. God and monsters, they are real. They are real. Now I became a man amongst monsters your whispers invoked. While you chose to be a victim for the righteous and a jealous God. God and monsters are real. They’re beneath your bed. They are real. God and monsters, they are real. They are real. They are real. They are real. There upon the window of your life a fog is lifting. Where the letting go and holding on once resisted. Through the bitter breath a monster’s teeth are reflective. Now you see yourself but if you blink the monster swallows God and monsters are real. They’re beneath your bed they are real. God and monsters, they are real. They are real. They are real. They are real.
And through your haunted eyes I could see your ghosts stare out in dull surprise. They torn down all your means deformed your love. Made you feel so obscene. It’s alright the calm collects upon the brokenness you’ve been. It’s alright the incomplete. And through your crippled thoughts, your broken words spilled out a prophesy of everything you thought of what you were and what’s supposed to be. It’s alright the calm collects upon the brokenness you’ve been. It’s alright the incomplete. It’s alright the calm collects upon the brokenness you’ve been. It’s alright the incomplete.
I’m on the edge of you and I’m ready to drown into the depths of you where the emptiness abounds. Reflections fall like leaves, whirlpools bleed, in wake of a delicate day that’s ending. Me and you a place that’s awfully strange. I’m in the light of you but the darkness remains and in the quiet view there’s a silence so strained. If God believes out lies, we’ll be alright from a hell that is definitely there inside us. Me and you a place that’s always, So much I could hardly breathe in. So dark I could barely see in. Sometimes I would stop believing just to see if you could ever believe in yourself.
Maybe, find my way through you. Maybe, lose my self for you. You’re hoping for something, resuscitating meaning. I found you as broken, crushed and the pieces missing. Now, breathe in the doubt. Can’t figure out. I need you now. Maybe, the reign of shame is through. Maybe, all that’s left is cruel. You’re hoping for meaning. Redacting all those feelings. I found you as broken pieces of you still shining through. You know the truth. You feel what’s true. I need you now. Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hello my sweet redemption. I come for what I’ve lost. And through this cruel reflection, it’s all I’ve really got. You know where I have been. You know what I have been. Just breathe into my mouth and let this life scream out. And in the flickering light, the room grows cold, the place feels haunted. Outside the wicked growls. The day does howl along the long, good night. Into the blackest cold, upon an endlessness, just like a falling soul reclaiming innocence. Goodnight my sweet salvation. You know me as I am. You took this weight upon me and held me in your hands. Your hair as black as coal. Your voice it took control of all my emergencies, of all I let just bleed. And in the flickering light, the room grows cold, the place feels haunted. Outside the wicked growls. The day does howl along the long, good night. Into the blackest cold, upon an endlessness, just like a falling soul reclaiming innocence. Reclaiming innocence, reclaiming innocence, Reclaiming innocence, reclaiming innocence. Reclaiming innocence, reclaiming innocence. twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five. unus, duo, tribus, quattuor, quinque.
Open your bible, John 3:16 for God so loved you. You must believe. Here at the revival. Speaking in tongues. Hands placed upon you. Confess my son. Because when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again. Because when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again. Open your eyes now. See what’s become. Grace is upon you. Salvation son. Because when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again. Because when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again. Here comes the preacher. Here comes the charlatan. The prophet speaks in riddles. Salvation is within. Oh, when you’re born when you’re born, you’re born again. when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again. Hey, hey, when you’re born, whew, when you’re born, you’re born again. when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again. Oh, when you’re born when you’re born, you’re born again. when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again. Hey, hey, when you’re born, whew, when you’re born, you’re born again. when you’re born, when you’re born, you’re born again.
Sweet desperate soul gentle are the trembling lips upon the mouth that has just confessed always wanting, needing something, being lost at best. Run for your life. A madman sings you lullabies. Contorting truth till it lays and just lies. There’s this feeling it keeps repeating now. The rest of your life. The rest of your life. The rest of your life. The rest of your life. Sweet desperate soul love is just an afterthought like wounds that heal but scares still haunt. You lay there naked wanting as a curse you can’t reverse. Who held you then turned you into wicked sin? Aroused a life now you must defend. There’s no meaning its only feeling here. The rest of your life, the rest of your life. The rest of your life, the rest of your life. Who calls your name in shame? The restlessness came. The restlessness claims. Who calls your name in life? Sweet desperate soul gentle are the trembling lips upon the mouth that has just been kissed. All forgiven start your living now. The rest of your life, the rest of your life. The rest of your life, the rest of your life. The rest of your life The rest of your life The rest of your life The rest of your life
There’s a song they sing when you’re born again and a savoir saves your soul. Complications seize possibilities, capitulation takes its toll. Through the blinds as the sun fills the kitchen, through the blinds as your cats keep you calm, through the blinds as she says is there something, through the blinds, you just stare as the darkness takes hold. As you see your fate through a shifting faith, revelations form and fold. Visions stop to stare. Voices speak from fear. Salvation loves a crippled soul. Through the blinds as the sun fills the kitchen. Through the blinds as your cats keep you calm. Through the blinds as you stare into nothing. Through the blinds you are lost as you are alone. What screwed you up, edge of becoming. What screwed you up, thoughts you became. What screwed you up, broke by these feelings. What screwed you up, a mess you became. What screwed you up was a mess and a mess you became There’s a song they sing for the born again in a house of crippled souls.
something, something, Something is wrong me. I can’t pretend to be. Been losing myself for so long. I found you in a broken past, translucent fading fast; Illuminating what could be. I see the fate in your eyes where the darkness wanders. I found your faith paralyzed. Has your world surrendered? I know your thoughts they just lie through the moans and whispers. Waking the lost lullaby where your monsters ravage. I fell through your stratosphere. Swallowed your atmosphere. Colluded with your sunlight. You held me like broken glass. I cut you with all my past. Perfecting the truth out of lies. I see the fate in your eyes where the darkness wanders. I found your faith paralyzed. Has your world surrendered? I know your thoughts they just lie through the moans and whispers. Waking the lost lullaby where your monsters ravage. Hollow is the ghostly past that turns away from the hallowed. Followed by a crooked path paved by shame through the shallows. Whistling into the distant air. You didn’t hear. You couldn’t swallow. Talking to yourself as if they’re there. But no one’s there. They’re only shadows. Down in the valley of souls where the shadows console all the monsters we know are the monsters we chose. I AM ALL I AM.
Liner Notes
David Westner — sitar, guitars, Hammond B3, piano & synth, mandolin, drums & bass
Liz Westner — viola
Ed Arnold — piano
Guest & background vocals — Danielle Miraglia, Megan Hines, Penelope Rose, Maeve Jordan, Derek Martin, Liz Westner, David Westner, Denise Hines
Words & music — B Brian © 2021
Produced & recorded by — David Westner
Mastered by — David Westner
Executive producer — Rosanna Martin
Recorded at Bourne Studios · Plimoth, MA · All songs © 2021 · Released & guided by Nom De Guerre Music · NomDeGuerreMusic.com