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The BARSTOW PROPHETS

 

MEET The Barstow Prophets

 

In 2013 guitarists Chris Whelton and Michael Bacarella formed the Barstow Prophets in Temecula California. From the beginning the band had one goal, "step off the ledge and play your ass off" in front of live audiences. Whelton & Bacarella quickly recruited Leonard Wallace on congas and Miles Denney on drums. In 2015 Mike Miller joined the band replacing Bacarella on guitar, and Ryan Berkowsky became a full-time member on harmonica. In 2017 Jack McBroom joined the band as the permanent bass player. Mike Bacarella now works as a studio musician in Los Angeles but still appears with the band as a special guest along with Paul Spees on Hammond organ and Dennis Dean as the second drummer. For the past four years the band has performed at local wineries, brewpubs, clubs, bars and private functions. The band has released three full length original music albums: "Well, If I'd Known She Was Your Sister...."(2015) "Just American Music"(2016) and "The Family Business"(2017) all available at iTunes, Spotify, CDbaby and on this page. Today the Barstow Prophets are starting to perform at larger venues and events. We are always interested in meeting our fans both in person and on-line, so please shoot us a message with your thoughts or introduce yourself at a gig. Thank you for your interest in the band.

Chris Whelton - vocals, lead guitar

Mike Miller - vocals, lead guitar

Ryan Berkowsky - vocals, harmonica

Jack McBroom - bass

Miles Denney - drums

Dennis Dean - druums

Paul Spees - Hammond B3 organ

Leonard Wallace - congas

 

 

 
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THE LYRICS - Because no one can tell what the hell Chris is saying..........

All music, lyrics and arraignments by Christopher J. Whelton, copyright/BMI 2015, 2016, 2017 respectively.

 

CD#1 - Well, If I'd Known She Was Your Sister............(2015)

1. Little Ole You

The last time I saw you, you were standing in the rain, drunk on wine, you were feeling no pain

raising hell, with no place to go, you were blaming people we don't even know

Oh come on baby, you know that it's true

the only one who ever ruined your life was just, little ole you

We'll the kids are grown, they don't need us anymore, those pretty boys stopped knocking on your door

we got debts to pay, but the moneys all gone, you burned your friends so they just moved on

Oh come on baby, you know that it's true,

The only one who ever ruined your life is just, little ole you

Now wait wait don't tell me, someone else is to blame, before you point that crooked finger, honey give us a name

oh come on baby, you know that it's true

the only one who ever ruined your life is just, little ole you

Personal notes: I wrote this in the depths of divorce. I was angry and hurt. I regret it. It was mean and I apologize. Musically, it captured everything I wanted, the whole "Exile ON Main street" vibe and simple song structure. The telecaster is tuned to open G.  

2. 6am in Charlotte

I promise I'll be good, I promise I'll come home, I promise that I won't ignore, all your message on my phone

I just need a little time, off of that damn clock, and I'm not running away from you, but I might take a walk

And now it's 6 am in Charlotte, and I can't buy a drink, two hours to catch a plane but not enough time to think

we should be working in our garden, we should be laying in our bed, It's just 6am in Charlotte, and baby you're still in my head

Well I don't need another round, cause there's no answers in my glass, And I promise not to explain myself, if you promise not to ask

I just need a little time, off of that damn clock, and I'm not running away from you, but I might take a walk

And now it's 6 am in Charlotte, and I can't buy a drink, two hours to catch a plane but not enough time to think

we should be working in our garden, we should be laying in our bed, It's just 6am in Charlotte, and baby you're still in my head

and now It's 6am in Charlotte, it's just 6am in Charlotte,, it's just 6am in Charlotte, that means it's 5am in Nashville

Personal Notes: I wrote 90% of the song on the back of a paper bag in terminal B of the Charlotte International Airport, where they do not serve alcohol until 10am. Mike Bacarella did a great job channeling Toy Caldwell on the guitar solo.

3. The Girlfriend Song

I got a girlfriend, she's a pain in my ass, I love that girl, but every time that I ask

for a little bit of her time she's got something to do

I'm thinking maybe she's got someone on the side, I'm thinking maybe she's got something to hide

I'm at the pint I could do a little cheat'in too

and every time we argue, I hurts my ach'in head, and honey I can't remember, half the shit you've said

so if you want me to be in your life you need to do just a little more, cause those foot steps down the hall, are me walking out your door

yes if you want me to be in your life, you need to do just a little more, cause those foot steps that your hearing are me walking out your door

Turn off that TV and get rid of that phone, tell all the girlfriends that you won't be home

you better hope, that it's not too late

Put on that dress with the zipper on the side, come here and show me you got nothing to hide

I did the job, now it's time to get paid

and every time we argue, I hurts my ach'in head, and honey I can't remember, half the shit you've said

so if you want me to be in your life you need to do just a little more, cause those foot steps down the hall, are me walking out your door

yes if you want me to be in your life, you need to do just a little more, cause those foot steps that your hearing are me walking out your door

Personal Notes: The key to the whole song is the BB King lick.

4. Drinking On Sunday Morning

Take a left on Olive, about half a mile down, And everyone's a movie star in every diner in this town

I paid the bill for breakfast, and I ordered up a beer, the waitress just laughed at me and said get on outa here

and I don't need your permission, to drive up to LA, I'm never gonna be famous, but I love to get away

I write a little music, you know we play it now and then, and I'm just drinking on Sunday morning, and you're mad at me again.

Well Mikey can play guitar, and Jordan sure can sing, me and Miles, we know our parts, and we know what to bring

I met a man from a big time band, that's gonna help us find our sound, well three hundred dollars later, well I was face down on the ground

and I don't need your permission, to drive up to LA, I'm never gonna be famous, but I love to get away

I write a little music, you know we play it now and then, and I'm just drinking on Sunday morning, and you're mad at me again

and oooooh baby don't talk to the neighbors, please don't yell at me on the phone, if you must know the truth, I'm happier alone

and I don't need your permission, to drive up to LA, I'm never gonna be famous, but I love to get away

I write a little music, you know we play it now and then, and I'm just drinking on Sunday morning, and you're mad at me again

I'm just drinking on Sunday morning, and your mad at me again, I'm just drunk on Sunday morning, and your mad, mad at me again, mad at me again

Personal Notes: Wrote this song sitting on Dave Newton's picknick table outside his studio, on a Sunday morning, drinking a beer, waiting for my turn to record guitar parts. If you must know the truth, I'm happier alone.

5. Locomotive

Well baby you know I love you, and you know that my love is true, but every man has his limits, so before I say we're thru

you've got to kiss me with those ruby lips, and tell me that I'm your man, just come on over here and love me, you've got to make me understand

oh honey get onboard, you now what I want to do

I want to love you like a locomotive, I want to roll you all through the night

I want to fan those flames and watch the fire grow higher, and burn all through the night

I want to take you down a one-way track, to a place that you've never seen

I want to pull your hair, and make your scared, and hear that whistle scream

so honey get on board, you know what I want to do, I want to love you like a locomotive

I want to love you like a locomotive

Well I caught me a train out of Boston, and I took it up to Montreal, I got me a gal in ole 31 and I hope my rig don't stall

you've got to kiss me with those ruby lips, and tell me that I'm your man, just come on over here and love me, you've got to make me understand

oh honey get onboard, you now what I want to do

I want to love you like a locomotive, I want to roll you all through the night

I want to fan those flames and watch the fire grow higher, and burn all through the night

I want to take you down a one-way track, to a place that you've never seen

I want to pull your hair, and make your scared, and hear that whistle scream

so honey get on board, you know what I want to do, I want to love you like a locomotive

I want to love you like a locomotive

Personal Notes: Lyrics on the 2nd verse are from J. Giles Hard Driving Man. It's a nod to what a great live band they were before they wrote sappy pop songs on the 80's.

6. I stopped Trying To Forget You

Well just the other day, well I swear I heard your name, and deep inside my heart, I felt that old familiar pain

I've got a lovely wife, you know I've got a happy home, but when I think of you, I still feel all alone

so tell me baby, how does a man, ever let go of what he can't understand

I'll tell you a secret, and I swear nobody knows, I stopped trying to forget you, honey a long time ago

and you can look right at me, and I swear it does not show, I stopped trying to forget you, honey a long time ago

So tell me darling, how did it all work out for you, that little boy you found, did he make your dreams come true

and sometimes late at night, do you ever think about your life, can you tell me, do you think we did it right

so tell me baby, how does a man, ever let go of what he can't understand

I'll tell you a secret, and I swear nobody knows, I stopped trying to forget you, honey a long time ago

and you can look right at me, and I swear it does not show, I stopped trying to forget you, honey a long time ago

I'll tell you a secret, and I swear nobody knows, I stopped trying to forget you, honey a long time ago

and you can look right at me, and I swear it does not show, I stopped trying to forget you, honey a long time ago

Personal Notes: It's complicated.....

7. The Devil Wears A Skirt

When I was just a boy, I had a lot of toys, cars and bars and old guitars where all I'd ever need

Then I became a man, with money in my hand, and I saw just how cruel this world can be

The devil wears a skirt, and I promise this will hurt, and the reason uncle Jack is always dressed in black 

is the devil wears a skirt

I ain't afraid of pain, I ain't afraid of dy'in, the bank can have it all, and you won't find me cry'in

but no matter where you are and no matter where you go, there's just one little lesson that every man must know

The devil wears a skirt, and I promise this will hurt, the reason uncle Jack, is always dressed in black 

is the devil wears a skirt

and don't try to tell me that all we need is love, my prayers where answered with a warning from above

the devil wears a skirt, and I promise this will hurt, the reason uncle Jack, is never coming back

is the devil wears a skirt 

Personal Notes: Yep, that's pretty much how I felt about it when I wrote the song. 

8. Blue Plate Special - Instrumental

9. Coming Back To You

Let me write you a letter, let me give you a kiss, let me try to thank you, for all of this

No matter where I go, and no matter what I do, I'm coming back to you

And life is good, in our house up on the hill, I know you love me, and I know you always will

I can hold my breath, and I can bite my tongue, but when I get restless, I just come undone

So baby let me go, cause we both know that it's true, I'm coming back to you

and life is good in our house up on the hill, I know you love me, and I know you always will.

And life is good in our house up on the hill, you know I love you and you know I always will

Personal Notes: I rarely rarely rarely write music or lyrics at the request of another person, but I could not turn down a life long friend.

10. Dead Man's Blues

Well little girl, I found out, you been ly'in, and what you're ll about

been ly'in too, almost every night, it's just the way we are, so honey let's not fight

and when it's come's to love, honey we're the worst, I might be going to my grave, but you'll be going first

I loved your mamma, your sister too, it wasn't hard cause thy reminds me of you

you took my best friend home with you last night, you didn't care if it was wrong or it was right

and when it comes to love, honey we're the worst, I might be going to my grave, but you'll be going first

Long black veil, dead man's shoes, well tell our friends, spread the news

when you've been bad, your day will come, we might be gone, but we had a little fun

and when it comes to love, honey we're the worst, I might be going to my grave, but you'll be going first

And we deserve each other for eternity, I might be sleeping in a box, you'll be next to me 

Personal Notes: An obvious nod to John Lee Hooker, and my usual song writing recipe of happy catchy music over really dark lyrics.

11. Valley Of The Sun

Well they moved out to the desert to find a better life, to be a sober husband and to be a faithful wife

but you can't run from what you are, you've got to live with what you've done, and there's no shade from the truth in the valley of the sun

So at night time they look down, upon those cute lights, and dream about a second chance, to make it all go right

but you can't hide from what you are, you got to live with what you've done, and there's no shade from the truth in the valley of the sun

So lets's drive through the cotton, with a cold drink in our hand, and I'll pretend that I still love you and you'll accept me as I am

I dreampt I'd find true love, I never said you were the one, and there's no shade from the truth in the valley of then sun 

and ooooooh, baby I'm bored with you, and oooooh I know you're bored with me too

So let's drive through the cotton with a cold drink in our hand, and I'll pretend that I still love you and you'll accept me as I am

I prayed I'd find true love,I never said you were the one, and there's no shade from the truth in the valley of the sun 

No you've got to live with what's you've done, in the valley of the sun. (cha cha cha)

Personal Notes: Pretty much just sat back and watched the drama for a weekend and walked away with the song. 

12. Fillmore East - Instrumental

 

CD#2 - JUST AMERICAN MUSIC (2016)

1. Miss Louisiana

Miss Louisiana, oh you've been so good to me, you opened my eyes so that I could finally see

It was not a crime, to have a heart made out of glass, cause love is always waiting, and the pain will always pass

Oh Miss Louisiana

Miss Louisiana, well I hope there comes a day, when your demons have all been slayed and the bad blood goes away

well we all want somebody, who can just love us the way we are, so let be bite your neck, honey, let me kiss those scars 

Miss Louisiana

Oh Miss Louisiana, should we have a little fun, you bring the shovel, and I'll bring the gun

And we can lay our past to rest, and just walk away, cause no one want an explanation when there's nothing left to say

Oh Miss Louisiana

Personal Notes: The product of an incredible trip to New Orleans, another world. 

2. Fears To Bed