In Between Exits

by Brett Newski

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    Spending six homeless months in Asia gives a man a lot to think about. In Between Exits is a road album recorded and mixed from Bangkok to Hong Kong to the Philippines and everywhere in between. Makeshift studios in Couchsurfer apartments and budget hotels made it possible. Coined the “Homeless in Asia Tour”, “Exits” captures the liberating highs and loneliest lows of solo wanderlusting.

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Spending six homeless months in rural Asia gives a man a lot to think about. In Between Exits is a road album recorded from Bangkok to Hong Kong to the Philippines and everywhere in between. Makeshift studios in Couchsurfer apartments and budget hotels made it possible. Coined the “Homeless in Asia Tour”, Newski a half year walking, running, and motor biking across foreign territory with only a guitar and a laptop, capturing the liberating highs and loneliest lows of solo wander lusting.

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released 04 December 2012

"Rabbit Hole" written and performed by Matt Vend (South Africa) & Brett Newski

"Kill It with Fire" written and performed by Sweet Chucky B and Brett Newski


ART: Dinah Langsjoen, Brett Newski
VIDEO: Joe Ramos (www.joeguerilla.com)
PHOTOGRAPHY: Sweet Chucky B (www.sweetchuckyb.com)

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Brett Newski Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Hi, I’m Brett Newski. I write heaps of songs and tour my face off in an effort to keep my A.D.D. under control. There are two people who refer to my style as, “American Folk Armageddon,” which happens to be the name of my new record. Other people tell me I sound like the Violent Femmes, Frank Turner, Jake Bugg and Ben Kweller. ... more

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Track Name: Wet Pavement
Learn new faces
Torque the pavement
Get stuck in some dangerous places

Look less lovely
Burn the money
Soul searching in third world countries

Loan me all your love
I swear I’ll pay it back

Streets are living
From homes to trashcans
Homeless happier than rich man

Kiss your best friend
Before the evening
She’s gone forever in the morning

Loan me all your love
I swear I’ll pay it back

Foreign language
Speak regardless
Tell me all your world’s nonsense

Live to work
Work to live
Run for your life
You wont get sick
Track Name: In Between Exits
We
Met in between
The exit and entrance of reality

We
Chased wild ass dreams
And couldn’t catch anything

Started totally perfect
We were pushing and pulling
When we should've laid dormant

It’s kind of cathartic
When you get broken hearted

We
Squeezed so hard
It took the love out of everything

We
Had weathered that storm before
Not anymore

It ended totally gruesome
We were clinging and scratching
But we should’ve let go then

It’s kind of cathartic
When you get broken hearted

Hey first timer, don’t get all sad
You had something once
You can have it again

You're fine for time
There’s battery life
On the positive side there’s no negative end in sight

It’s kind of cathartic
When you get broken hearted
Track Name: Grand Scheme
I have second-guessed this process
Halted development
Pondering the possibility
That I don’t exist
In a scheme of this grand scheme

They are lining up outside
Just to get a glimpse
And they don’t care about the nouns and adjectives
In your sentence
Spellchecking won’t make sense

We’re cooing over you
The world is in love with every tiny thing you do
What that must do to you

I have recently decided
Trophies are a waste
All the time spent chasing them
When you get em’ they just take up space
Reminders of better days

We're cooing over you
The world is in love with every minute thing you do
What that must do to you
Track Name: Colombia is the Wrong Place to Lose Your Mind
La Candaleria
Was streaming with colors
Graffitti, tags and gang signs

When it got dark
The neighborhood kids
Were all urged to go back inside

Don’t give no lip
Keep a chin to the sky
Unless they smell fear you’ll be fine
Just keep it together
If you have to fake it
Colombia is the wrong place to lose your mind

Back in the 80’s
When things were much shadier
Pablo Escobar and the guys

Sniffed out a goldmine
For that life was cheap
He thought "Shit I'm robin hood of my time"

Well I’ll kill me some rich
And rally the poor
Everything will be fine
But he got so caught up
He surely forgot that
Colombia is the wrong place to lose your mind

We’ll be happy
When we start over in time
Sometimes lost is the best place to find yourself
But when you get lost
Remember to bring your mind


I walked right in
Through the barbed wire fences
And shook Pablo Escobars brother’s hand
Some tour group was putting on a circus
And that no one could pretend

He told me back in his time
He feared nothing
and enjoyed the pandemonium in his life
But that letter bomb in the mail
Sure railed his ears and eyes and most of all his mind
(Sittin in a hole, wasting away, living alone)
Colombia’s the wrong place to lose your mind
Colombia’s the wrong place to lose your mind
Track Name: Corazones on Cobblestones
On an afternoon in August where I guessed
I would lean in halfway
To the middle where we met
Just to be whisked away by some G** da** bus ticket
We had invested in

It’s an outcome one would never choose
Like the phone booths up in London people look at but don’t use
Our roads might coincide again someday
Thanks to airplanes in the sky
Subtracting driving time away

Here’s to our new homes
Corazons on cobblestones
Here’s to our new homes
Let’s scrape our hearts up from the road

From Chicago in the USA
Up to Montreal French Canada
A short wink from the States
There’s a story left unfinished
There are potholes in the highway
Someone best damn pave

Because out here we are all the same
Our past is incomplete and our future is a maze
Might make sense to settle down
A sacrifice most will make, but I wont make
At least not today

Here’s to our new homes
Corazons on cobblestones
Here’s to our new homes
Let’s scrape our hearts up from the road

Big scary dreams, they don’t make me nervous
Just the ones you stroll into but stay just for a moment
And my map it has proven rather worthless
There’s no fear in getting lost if you’re doing it on purpose

Here’s to our new homes
Corazons on cobblestones
Here’s to our new homes
Let’s scrape our hearts up from the road
Track Name: Hotel Chelsea
Make yourself at home
Have a dirty leather seat
Turn on the light bulb with a string
It’s so dusty you won’t see

No one ever stays here anymore
Vacant signs and violated health codes
You’ll be lonelier than you know

This looks like Hotel Chelsea
A bloody mess for all to see

Pass out with a key left in the door
Freak out solo, over and over
We run in circles don’t you know?

Let’s not end this bitterly
Too late, there’s a foot through the TV
We’ll recover wait and see

I knocked the wind out of me
Olly olly oxen free
This looks like Hotel Chelsea
A bloody mess for all to see
Track Name: Boxcar
We are still alive
Hangin on for dear life
On a cargo train
With no ticket back

The boxcar it rides
Like a kid would drive
If he was sleep deprived
And without a license

Though no dimes
We’ve both got the time
And time can be pretty
Pretty hard to find
Still if you left
I’d lay my back against the tracks
To make sure I could see
That boxcar

Heading west
No destination yet
Except the screaming wind
Get some coffee, if we all chip in

No assimilation
No extra rations
And most folk would say
No rational, no common sense, where’s you head?

But our heads clear
Clearer every year
The underdog up from behind
if you all left
I’d lay my back against the tracks
To make sure I could see
That boxcar

Pack your bags and say goodbye
Don’t ask questions, don’t as why
There are no rules to abide by
In this boxcar
Track Name: Old Dead West
Guns have been drawn
Pistols at dawn
Shoot him dead where he stands

Whiskey went dry
Bad guys have shined
Leaving our hero stone dead

We cried and we cried
Til' our eyes were blood dry
Sucking the sand from the wind

The children went missing
The parents went searching
At least what was left of them

The east turned west pretty damn quick
Magnified sun burned through our hats
Wore down our map


The saloon felt stale
The sheriff showed evil
Catching a steer in his beard

He laughed til' he gasped
Because he ran out of breathe
From trashing his nest with a fist

The few that were left
Ran helter skelter
Praying the curse would turn white

But it stayed just as black
As it ever had been
Torching a hole in the sky

The green turned red pretty damn quick
In the thick of it

The dead dying desert
and all that went with it
Bullets sprayed a mist
Landing in houses
and hammered through hearts
Harder than bolts through a brick
Track Name: Make Damn Sure
There are problems left
By a major mess
Made via trainwreck

Came here and went
Left a silhouette on the couch of the apartment

Put it in the back of the mind
Put it in the back of the mind
It’ll hurt a bit, not awhile
But wont happen again…

Make damn sure
Make damn sure
Make damn sure
We will learn

Let down the guard
Sleeping through alarms
Not a dog barking

Breathed in so hard
Nothing there to hug
But wind from the box fan

Put it in the back of the mind
Put it in the back of the mind
It’ll hurt a bit, not awhile

Make damn sure
Make damn sure
Make damn sure
We will learn

I'm left tattered
By your role as the Madhatter
Through the looking glass
It’s a tea party of crazies
Take my hand come with me baby
We’re too sane for this...
Track Name: Growing Up Slow
Dreaming alone
Thoughts in his dome
Have roamed across the globe
While he just sits at home

State of the youth
In bed til’ noon
The end is coming soon
Walk outside and face this doom

Growing up slow

Life in 3D
Always sunny
In cities where loan sharks
Are dragged up dead from sea

Son of a gun
Waking up buzzed
Carry a pen in case
You forget what you thought

Growing up slow

Working for free
Ten kid families
Planting farms and seeds
Grow things we can’t eat
Track Name: Publicity
Say say, sayonara
Fall face first in those big words
You say before you ask your brain
If it is ok
Well brain, “is it okay?”

Taste this victory from silence
Don’t read the questions and comments
You’ll drive yourself insane
You can’t debunk everything

Go go go go
Close your eyes
Don’t don’t don’t
Psych yourself out
Everything publicized comes with a price

Talk-all-you-want
Talk all you want
From that anonymous stone wall

Go go go go
Close your eyes
Don’t don’t don’t
Psych yourself out
Every thing publicized comes with a price

You don’t know me

Go go go go
Close your eyes
Don’t don’t don’t
Psych yourself…out
Everything publicized comes with a price