One of my first songs written acoustic in many years. "Brietta" is a currently-unreleased song that will be released as a single May 1st of this year but is currently on Youtube in lyric video form. This song is a more stream-of-conscious, fictitious story about a girl named Brietta who is struggling with lifelong demons & overcomes them with the help of a friend to become a successful musician, taking partial inspiration from my own life & my musical pursuits. more

My comeback single after a 6-month break from recording, during which I released completed outtakes & worked with my plethora of bands. "How Long?" is an uplifting slice of authentic power-pop/arena-rock lyrically inspired by a member of one of my aforementioned bands & his struggles with battling alcoholism. This single is available now to stream or download in the links attached & is slated to be part of an EP I'm recording, due out later this year. more

“Hilarious, provocative, emotional, and supremely well-executed… The perfect example of an artist cut with a real point of view.” (NSAI evaluator) ------------- Words and Music by Pierre Englebert (c) 2025 ------------- Lyrics: Lyrics We are surrounded by idiots, cornered by morons Suffocated by bigots, governed by charlatans If it were not for your big brown eyes, your hundred-dollar smile, and the promise of our life… We are bombarded with bombast, bamboozled and bullied Harassed by bad asses, indoctrinated from the pulpit If it were not for your curly black hair, life wouldn’t be fair, I would, I would, I swear, … I would go mad, I would go batshit, even bonkers, I would lose it I’d need Xanax, lots of it, I’d go coo-coo I’m telling you I’d be depressed, I would regress, I’d be a mess, that I confess I’d call my Mommy, be all weepy, hurry, hurry, come and get me We are wronged by the righteous, persecuted by the pious Minimized by the pompous, dehumanized by the gorgeous If it were not for the world that you dream, your empathic instinct, my little pumpkin, I’m not kidding, … I would surrender, cave in, go on a bender, play Queen I’d stay in bed, bury my head under the pillow, you know Or I’d walk deep into the forest and find a cave where I could rest Sit on a rock and start to sob I swear to God I wouldn’t stop But I’ve got you and I don’t care about aggravations e-ve-ry-where Yes, I’ve got you and I don’t care more