Albums
"Hush Your Fuss" LP
"This Central California four piece have a full-length CD featuring "Bad Seed", the ska-seasoned "Warm As The Womb", and ["Gabrielle"]. Each shows strong musicianship and spot-on singing from Casey John Burton..."
- Music Connection magazine
(Click on song titles for lyrics and fun useless trivia...)
Outro
Tracks 1-5, 8, and 9 recorded August 4-5, 2007 at CT Bop Studios, Sacramento CA
Engineered by Chuck Bond
Tracks 6, 7 and 10 recorded at In The Closet Studios, Fresno CA
Engineered by David Hull
Mixing and Post-Production by David Hull @ In the Closet Studios, Fresno CA
"Box Set" LP
Arabian Goggles
Super Soul Parade
Arabian Gangster
Tracks 1-4 recorded in 2006 by Conner Martin in Fresno, CA
Tracks 5, 6, 11 & 12 recorded in 2004 by Tommy Delgado
Tracks 7, 9, 10 & 14 recorded in 2002 by David Hull
Track 8 recorded in 2003 by Tony Montanez
Bobby Greenberg plays guitar on tracks 1-4
Preview all tracks at CD Baby...
Lyrics/Trivia
Music by Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
What is there not to like
I'm drop dead gorgeous, got six strings and a mic
and I'm everything you want
But not what you need,
Hush Your Fuss, bite your lip
Plan out every little word and don't let anything slip
'Cause you don't know what I'll think
I'm such a Bad Seed
She loves that I sing
Loves that I pull on her heart strings
Knows deep down I can do no wrong
Sitting on the edge of her seat
Waiting to be swept off of her feet
If she only knew this was her song...
Same old song, Same old dance
You think I'm good with my words, I'm even better at romance
But nothing's further from the truth
But it's stuck in your mind
Sorry to break your heart
But you've been disillusioned way back from the start
And you don't see what I mean
'Cause your love is blind
You can't quit me, and incidentally
That's your biggest mistake
She loves that I sing...
"Stink face"
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Guitar (L Channel)
Bobby Greenberg; Guitar (R Channel)
David Hull; Bass
Tony Montanez; Drums
Bad Seed was in its early stages when Casey decided to form his very own "Pop-Rock Project". Ideas were kicked around for a couple of jam sessions and left to rest for a couple of years. When Flywright came about, Bad Seed had the perfect energy for the band, and the members embraced it with their own sense of dropped-feel syncopation.
Music by Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
(Fun facts below...)
I've got a California swagger that controls the room
I've got a charming personality that's as Warm As The Womb
I've got a Dirty Harry temper that'll meet you at high noon
And a voice pure and golden, guaranteed to make you swoon
Secretly I've been making
This persona I've been faking
It's slightly unsightly the monster I've become
I'm feeling so alone
Stuck between the status quo and unknown
Please validate me
(Oh, dear god I think I'm changing)
(Don't look now I think I'm fading...)
If you know who I am
Don't you dare tell a soul
No one can know...
That I'm slightly narcissistic on account of my youth
If I'm bored I'll cut you down, simply 'cause I'm lacking couth
Secretly I've been faking
This self improvement's masturbating
It's slightly unsightly the monster I've become
Twist the bolts, continue tightening
What I've become's a little frightening
Stitch and sew, waiting for lightning
What I've become's a little frightening
Flywright @ CT Bop studios
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Guitar (L Channel)/Whistles
Bobby Greenberg; Guitar (R Channel)
David Hull; Bass, Bells
Tony Montanez; Drums
A tip of the hat to one of history's greatest rock bands; The Police. Bobby's chunky guitar beat set the pace for Tony and Dave to kick out a rock-reggae groove, and Casey was a loose cannon, coming up with idea after idea for the song. It came together as a collaborative effort, down to the recording of it, which was finished in one take.
Music by Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
(Fun facts below...)
1986, and I'm breathing on my own
You held me in your arms and felt a joy I'd never known
18 years later, thinking I was grown
I wrote you off so quickly, now I'm feeling so alone
Looking back and now I see
Your only fault was loving me
Looking back and it's so clear
Losing me was your greatest fear
I built a time machine to undo all my wrongs
That didn't work out so I'm trying writing songs
Kicking and screaming you dragged me along
It's all because of you I've turned out half this strong
Do you remember the 18th of December
You held me, soft and pale in that hospital in Glendale
Tears of joy streamed down your face,
Your heart was beating at a loving pace,
You never thought that day that I would go away
Casey the Cuntry music fan
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Guitar (L Channel)
Bobby Greenberg; Guitar (R Channel)
David Hull; Bass
Tony Montanez; Drums
1986, the year Casey was born, is a song written for Casey's mom after a long childhood of spankings, groundings and fuss making. But while Casey may have been a little brat, he does love his mommy and this song proves it. Compare this version to the version on "Box Set", recorded back when the young Flywright still had their innocence.
Music by Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
(Fun facts below...)
Oh, darling Gabrielle
From good graces she fell
Those who carried her fumbled
I sat and watched as she crumbled
She's a fighter like Cassius
She gets up and shakes off the ashes
Scars remind her of her burns
And keep her from those for whom she yearns
When all is said and all is done
We've shed our tears and we've had our fun
And we hold on to the hope that there's
Something better to live for
Nothing more to say, nor to do,
Spare the fact that I love you
And that's one thing of which
I am sure
I love who you've come to be
It's scary, but you remind me of me
When everyone else has gone
You'll still have me to fall on
When you're feeling so helpless and loathsome
Sitting by your lonesome
You'll sing...
Turns out the mic's don't pick up dancing.
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Guitar (L Channel)
Bobby Greenberg; Guitar (R Channel)/BG Vocals
David Hull; Bass/BG Vocals
Tony Montanez; Drums
Upon listening to the song the band decided that if power ballads were still 'in', they would win Grammy's for 'em. (Or at least "Best Hair" in the high school yearbook.) In any case, Gabrielle serves as Flywright's soft rocker, and deep down the boys know they're badasses because of it. The song, written for Casey's sister, features mind blowing guitar solos by Mr. Burton himself on guitar.
Music by Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
"Tony gets mad"
(Fun facts below...)
Deep breath in, now let it go
Everything you thought you had
Hang your head down real low
You'll find it's not so bad
Losing yourself
Things you never had
Put those inhibitions on the shelf, oh
We oughta know
(Hey! Hey Ho!)
We wrote the book on letting go
(Hey! Hey Ho!)
If you don't try you'll never know
(Hey! Hey Ho!)
We wrote the book on losing control
(Hey! Hey Ho!)
If you don't try you'll never know
Deep breath in, now shake it off
And now you're feeling so alone
Pay no mind to the quips and scoffs
You're better on your own
So just lose yourself
Things you never know
Put those inhibitions on the shelf, oh
We oughta know
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Guitar/Shouts/Beer Clinks/Noise
Bobby Greenberg; Guitar/Shouts/Awkward Conversation
David Hull; Bass/Bells/Shouts/Beer Bottles
Tony Montanez; Drums/Shouts/Cerveza
Erica Salazar; Shouts/Party noise
Laura May; Shouts/Noise party
Hey! Hey Ho! Flywright wrote "the song on letting go" while under the influence. Well, at least the band was having a good time! Listen close and you can hear the band paying homage to Los Hooligans, 40 Watt Hype, Super Lucky Catz, and others, the frequent clink of beer bottles, and a conversation about a big sale on pants. And of course, Tony shouts out "Ey Homes!" on numerous occasions. Crazy Mexican.
"The morning after"
Music and Lyrics by Casey John Burton
(Fun facts below...)
I think back to my apartment
with the stains on the carpet
I wither away
Dissipate like smoke rings
And tears on my sleeves
lend to patterns of bereavement
The truth set us free,
but oh Christ did it sting
And those blue eyes
Gave away all your lies
Oh, we'll be okay
It's better this way
Honest eyes
Make it too hard to disguise
That you're not okay
You need me to stay
Don't leave me now
I'm just learning to love you
The way that I should
And don't leave me now
If I could turn back time
You know that I would
With a tongue so nimble
You started to tremble
What I wouldn't give
To go back there again
You shone like a beacon
I jumped off the deep end
What what shined bright
Is now growing so dim
I'm feeling so numb
and so reckless
My thoughts turn to Christ
on your necklace
And you, I feel numb
and defenseless
And I was so dumb
and defenseless
And now you're gone and I...
and I'm screaming...
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Acoustic Guitar
David Hull; Piano/Guitar Case/Bag of Pretzels/Music Stand Clinking
Apartment Song gets its name from the old homestead in Fresno where Casey once dwelt. In fact, this recording was partially done in the apartment. (We like to call it "In The Closet Studios".) Later, David added the piano and some auxiliary "Percussion" to the track including the boomy sounding guitar case, a bag of pretzels (the shaker like sound), and two pencils playing a metal music stand. These additions were inspired in part by RHCP's "Breaking the Girl".
This couch has seen more butts than a proctologist
Music by Casey John Burton and Bobby Greenberg
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Waste the day with me
And I with you
Don't care what we see
Or what we do
Sweet friend of mine
Take my hand
Fingers entwined
I barely stand
Let's do nothing over again
Watch your body twist and then bend
Let's do nothing over again
We start to drive
To God knows where
When we arrive
We go from there
The starry night
Your face aglow
So pure and white
Celestial show
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Acoustic Guitar
Bobby Greenberg; Mandolin
Tony Montanez; Drums
Emily Greenberg; Cello
Oh, lawdy, was this a hootenanny to record! Originally written as part of Casey's solo material, he came in and played it so well that Flywright welled up with happy tears. Not knowing where Flywright's sudden folk influence came from, we eventually traced it back to Casey's great uncle Cletus from West Virginia, who also happens to be Bobby's second cousin twice removed.
Huge thanks to Bobby's sister Emily Greenberg for contributing her Cello mastery!
Music by Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
I've been thinkin' bout you lately
Words they come and then escape me
Back when all we had was time
Doin' things without reason or rhyme
Why can't you see
You're the best part of me
And I've been thinkin' bout you lately
I've been patient, I've been waiting
Turns out I'm in need of saving
And I've been thinkin bout you lately
Words they come and then escape me
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Guitar
Bobby Greenberg; Guitar
Tony Montanez; Drums
David Hull; Bass
A good little rocker! One of those songs that just fell together in a rehearsal. In the studio, various lyrics were being tossed around to complete the second verse including "I've been thinkin' bout you lately, 'Cause you give me wood, baby". Thank god we thought better of it.
Music by Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Hey, how have you been?
You remind me of me my friend
So let me take you away, I know somewhere
So far from your pain and despair
'Cause I know that you're frail
And I know that you're fake
And I've been watchin' you fail
Watch you bend till you break
So there, the offer it lays
Whatcha wanna do, Take my hand
C-c-c-come on, Oh, You Know You Wanna (Rpt)
I know a place where we can go
Where the whiskey flows and our souls burn slow
I know a place where we can be
And we'll eat this fruit straight from this tree
So you say that you're lost
Burnt like leaves under the frost
So if you have ears to hear, Listen real close
You can go where no one cares or knows
The secrets you keep
the thoughts inside of your head
The reason that you can't sleep
The fact you're better off dead
So there the offer it lays
Write your eulogy, take my hand
The flames they rose from under
The ashes cast us under
Ponder every little blunder
Thoughts resonate like thunder
And I am left to wonder what happened to
The boy I knew
I guess he grew into
The man you see before you
Doesn't understand who he's become
Or why he sings
He sings...
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals/Guitar
David Hull; Bass, vocals
Bobby Greenberg; Guitar
Tony Montanez; Drums
Featuring the most distinctive traits of Flywright, Mr. Applegate is a glimpse into the band's development process. The vocals, the performance and the song itself came out exactly as intended on this recording, and we were thrilled considering it was done in one take. The song is titled after the character in the theater production "Damn Yankees". Watch for Casey at shows when he comes out of the closet on why he knows so much about theater.
"Bond. Chuck Bond."
Music by David Hull and Casey Burton
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Packin' my bags, gotta get out of this town
Tired of the same old sites and sounds
Don't really care if it's near or far
The wind in our hair, minutes passing like hours
But time don't matter in company like ours
Don't really care if it's near or far
Goin' away on a whim and a prayer
Don't worry baby I'll call when I'm there
Flyin' away on angel's wings
Or so it seems
Drivin' away, smells faintly of smoke
Put on some tunes we laugh and we joke
Don't really care if it's near or far
On our way back to the same old town
Missin' the same old sites and sounds
After we've travelled so near and so far
Producer's notes;
Casey John Burton; Vocals, Snaps
David Hull; Guitar, Vocals
Bobby Greenberg; Snaps
Ah, the joys of recording in a closet. And boy, was the Flywright boys' choir was hard to cram in there! The original idea for this song came about before we were Flywright, and was in its final form for years before it was recorded. Now, with the wholesome goodness of 13 vocal tracks to counter the one guitar and hand snaps, Flywright has achieved its goal of writing the next "Hey There, Delilah".
"Box Set"
(2007)
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
I was so soft and warm from your touch
I was all yours and you loved me so much
When you were scared you held me tight
Stayed right by your side all through the night
I knew things changed that fateful day
Something this good could never stay, never stay
Broken down heart broken down dreams
I’m falling apart I’m ripped at my seams
Broken down hope broken down scene
That’s just how it goes for the Velveteen
You became ill, You almost died
Even still I stayed right by your side
Together for months, What else could I do?
Stayed because I was in love with you,
You were examined and your health returned
I was still ill and I had to be burned
"Flywright on Acid"
Flywright
Lyrics by David Hull
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
I'm feelin' kinda down low
in my little lowered Hondo
I'm feelin' kinda down low
in my little lowered Hondo
I think I know just where to go,
I'll go to the mall
I'm walkin' down the aisle
when I spotted with my eye-o
a huge pair standin' there
I looked at the rack
it said big and tall, oh no;
Gonna get Gonna get me a fine pair,
Not too big and not too small,
Gonna get Gonna get me a fine pair
on down at the Underwear Mall
I went a little deeper
where it smells a little sweeter,
Another pair standin' there
So I thought I'd give 'em a try
I looked a little closer
'cause something wasn't right
I just kept on a walkin'
'cause they were ugly in the light
I'm feelin' kinda down low
in my little lowered Hondo,
Nowhere is there a pair for me,
Just then, what do I see?
The perfect pair, standing there
Whatever they cost, I don't care
Imported silk and zebra striped,
When they're on me they feel just right
Picking up a bassist at the store
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
I've been acting, putting on a show
Covering up so you won't know
that I'm broken just like you
Don't let you know me, though I want you to
I'm sorry but I still love you
Lost in your eyes and found
in the things that you do
If I let you know me, will you stay?
If you see who I am, will you run away?
I'm so afraid that you'll leave
I hide myself and to my disbelief
Start to show you out on a limb
'Cause you didn't love me, You loved him,
Love me and you'll see I'm not made of stone
Love me and you'll see we're both just flesh and bone
Love me and you'll see a really ugly view,
But Love me and you'll see how much I love you...
"Typical band photo"
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
You played with my heart for a year
I loved the lies you told in my ear
I was so quick to believe
I was just being naïve
Someone better came along
and you brushed me off your sleeve
But darling, life goes on
especially now that you're gone
Though the hurt remains
Blood still runs through my veins
I'm cutting off these ropes
reevaluating hopes
I'm ready to be free
You never cared about me
I was blind, too hurt to
open my eyes and see
"Smoochy"
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
So you thought you'd buy you a new you
I thought I knew you, the real you
You were so beautiful inside and out
Magazines must have given you a shadow of a doubt
Don't you worry your pretty head,
All the guys will sit and drool
Now you get all that negative attention
No matter what you do
Are you satisfied with the plastic?
Does it fill the hole inside your soul?
I wasn't good enough to get to know you in the first place,
so what the hell am I supposed to do now?
You are beautiful...
You are beautiful...
You are beautiful...
You were...
Parasitic relationship between your soul, between your lips
Show us your masterpiece, suck it in now, tuck and nip
And I'm sorry that nobody cares to know your name
But you've got nobody but yourself to blame
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
People talk and talk, and never say a thing
Hey, that sounds familiar,
Kinda like me,
quite like me,
just like me
Stuttering, Sputtering utter nothingness
I hang my head in shame
My words are hollow
but you swallow
them all
Inside I feel a change,
Something good, something strange
Just like you were one and the same
After it all I might still be lame
Breakin' out of my skin,
'Bout to go in depth but then
Laziness again, takes over
It's back again,
Through my marrow runs the core problem
Laziness and anger
Confuse me,
Control me,
Consume me,
After it all I see my life has been transformed
into something better
I've found the answers
and you can too,
"Old School"
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
1986 and I'm breathing on my own
You held me in your arms and felt a joy I'd never known
18 years later thinking I was grown,
I wrote you off so quickly, now I'm feeling so alone,
Looking back, and now I see
that your only fault was loving me
Looking back, and it's so clear
that losing me was your greatest fear
I built a time machine to undo all my wrongs
That didn't work out so I'm trying writing songs
Kicking and screaming you dragged me along
It's all because of you I'd turn out half this strong
Do you remember the 18th of November
You held me, soft and pale, in that hospital in Glendale
Tears of joy streamed down your face
Your heart was beating at a loving pace
You never thought that day that I would go away
Flywright
Lyrics by David Hull
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
Well I never was good with the ladies,
but to me failure's nothing new
But I've got the perfect plan now,
I think I'll ship myself off to Peru
Where the ladies ain't much to look at,
But that's just fine with me
And I'll never need to come home again,
'Cause I'll be getting P-U-S-S-E
(Clean version; "'Cause I'll be eating food when I'm hungry")
'Cause I'm content with whatever is given to me,
I never pay rent when the Main Street curb is free,
And they were all bent when they told me what I'd end up to be
But what they don't see is that what I see, and that what I be is what makes me happy...
Well I failed fingerpainting in Kindergarten
But to me that was my greatest success
All up through school I ignored them
Now I'm still comfortable without an address
Now, I don't need no handout
So I don't even talk
But if you give me a dollar
I'll gladly suck your cock*
(*Clean version; "I'll gladly go piss off")
"The young hooligans"
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
How long have I let this linger on
How long have I turned on what is right to what is wrong
I've closed my eyes long enough, it's time to open them
I've accepted it, It's time to change who I am
So long,
You won't see me again
I was wrong
This is where it's got to end
It's over I'm gone
Out of sight and out of mind
Forever Found me,
I'm no longer blind
Forever Found me, Now I know just what to do
You can't break me, all alone I can do that
It's alright, It's not your fault, How could you have known?
I fell a long time and it's time for me to get back up on my own
I was hopelessly lost, but now I'm forever found...
Flywright
Lyrics by Casey John Burton
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
I threw my heart down at your feet
Tread softly, for you're walking on my heart
It wouldn't hurt me oh, because you're so sweet
But I'm fragile and easily I fall apart
I have a wish that you were
mine, all mine
Because the way you make me feel
It's so hard to define
And maybe we'll just be friends
and that'll be just fine
I'll be here, I keep waiting
All I have is time
So I've come to this conclusion
That all I want is to be with you
If I'm dreaming please don't break my delusions
If it's mutual please tell me that you feel the same way too;
Never thought that I could
Never thought that I would
fall so hard
"Quit playing with your dingey!"
Flywright
Lyrics by David Hull
Song available on Itunes, Rhapsody, Napster & CD Baby
Well I went to my local chain
I was served by a man named Wang
Well I went to my local fast food dealer
and was served by a man named Wang
Bocka dika dika
bocka dika dika
bocka dika
Bocka dika dika
bocka dika dika ba (rpt)
Now, I don't mean to be rude
but this is not my food
Now kindly take this chicken back
and get me my McCrude
"Now sir, we cannot exchange,
We can only rearrange.
But if we take the chicken out
you can have a McMange"
Now Wang, I don't want a McMange
I want my McCrude
"YOU GO NOW!"
Somebody's gonna get sued!
So I took that Wang to court
where I went and popped my cork
Never stated was the fact
that all my food required a fork
While that punk declared "Not Guilty"
he was persuading the jury,
Stating having slanted eyes
had something to do with his case
He was the husband of a wife,
He was the father of a son
and if they found him guilty
he would just pack up and run
Now he's living underground
and he's nowhere to be found,
Selling faulty chicken nuggets
to the king of gopher town
