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I Win
03:40
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I Win
What do I say?
When you smile and tell me your love was just some foolish game
And it’s over
What did I do?
Or do you always walk away when the turn comes around to you?
And you don’t want to play anymore
Everyone wants to be in love
Just a game isn’t good enough
Tell me, what were you playing for?
CHORUS:
Well, I played ‘cause I wanted to - never told a single lie
And I stayed ‘cause I wanted you - always knew the reason why
I gave ‘cause I wanted to, saved all my love for you
So if this is just a game to you, I win
What was the price?
Now that it’s clear you made your every move with loaded dice
And it’s over
What do you see?
Now that you’ve called it off, and made the perfect fool of me
Do you think that you know the score?
You say it’s no big deal, well, I disagree
‘cause it seemed pretty real to me
When I hit the floor
CHORUS
I may not know everything
But I’ve always, I’ve always known how to learn
And I still get to take my turn
CHORUS
So if this is just a game to you, then I’m sad for what became of you
If this is how you set me free, I’m not going to beg for a best of three
It’s true I’ll take some time to cry, but I won’t lay down at your feet and die
Yes, if this is just a game to you, I win
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Wait For the Sun
02:53
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Wait For the Sun
Oh, what a sky, with its clouds of dark gray
A sun that’s unwilling to shine
Oh, what a day for the words that you say
Oh, what a time for goodbye
CHORUS:
It’s all about waiting
And right now I’m waiting for comfort to come
It’s all about waiting
And right now I’ll wait for the sun
Books on the shelf filled with stories of love
While images dance on the screen
A moment’s distraction is all that they offer
The truth always waits in between
CHORUS
Into the light like a spot on an apple
Silent and swift as a prayer in a chapel
This is the moment that always cuts deepest of all
There’s no consolation in seeing it come
No way to hide in the dark
Like tearing a bandage, the quicker it’s done
The sooner the healing can start
CHORUS
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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3. |
Feeling Good
03:25
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Feeling Good
I’m a tiger in the park, whistling in the dark
Waiting to sink my teeth into something good
I’m a puppet with no strings, I can do most anything
And it won’t hurt at all ‘cause I’m made of wood
You may smile and say I don’t know how to cry
I’m just feeling good today, and nothing can stop this high
Yes, I’m feeling good
Feeling so, so good
Nothing’s gonna bring me down
I’m a streamer on a kite, never scared of the height
The wind can lean on me, I’ll just spin and dance around
I’m the moon up in the sky, your ever steady firefly
I’ll follow you all night long, all around this town
You may say I have no reason for a smile
But I’m feeling good today, like it’s goin’ out of style
Yesterday was hard for me
And tomorrow, well it’s looking much the same
But nothing can steal this moment of serenity
No you just can’t take this feeling away
I’ve no monopoly on having such a day
Maybe you'll feel it too, if you just smile and hear me say
I’m feeling good
Yes, I’m feeling very good
Feeling so, so good
Nothing’s gonna bring me down
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Still Wild
05:07
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Still Wild
There’s a day he recalls from so long ago, he was running from the law down in Mexico
For something he did to impress a pretty girl
Now his legs don’t work like they use to do, so he dreams he’s running with his bad boy crew
Like back in the day he became a man of the world
Time, wasn’t good to him
So he holds on tight to the man that’s locked inside
CHORUS:
He’s an old man, resting on a front porch swing
His mind still racing like a bird on the wing
Proud of the holy terror he was as a child
Now the years can’t take what he never gave up
Like Jim Beam and Pepsi in a paper cup
And dancing with girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind, he’s Still Wild
Well his woman looks out through a dusty pane; wonders if today he knows her name
She watches him gaze to the South with a wicked smile
She thinks back to the boy that she met at fifteen, his head always buried in a magazine
Filled with stories of men who walked the crooked mile
Time, it wasn’t good to him
But she loves him deep for the man that’s lost inside
CHORUS
There are days when the lights come on
When he sees what he’s become
A shell of the man he was
Hanging on to a losing cause
That’s gone in the blink of an eye
He’s an old man resting on a front porch swing
His mind can’t be sure of anything
Sometimes he’s as lost as a little child
Well, the years have gone and left him all mixed up
As he sips on Pepsi in a paper cup
He dreams of girls in skirts lined up single file
Oh, inside his mind…
CHORUS
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Mystic Wanderer
03:47
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Mystic Wanderer
I never seem to go back to the places I have been
And when I’m heading somewhere, I see all that’s in between
If I could keep a promise, I may sit down for a while
But I’m a mystic wanderer, always chasing every mile
Now I don’t make a habit out of breakin’ people’s hearts
No I’m just not the stayin’ kind, I’m gone before I start
I’ve seen the depths of beauty, any deeper cannot be
I am a mystic wanderer, don’t shed a tear for me
CHORUS:
Oh, Lord, I’ve always been a wanderer
Happy just to be out on my own
Oh, Lord, I’ll always be a wanderer
The open road will always be my home
People seem to think that I’m a man without a life
‘cause I’m without a house, or any children or a wife
The sky is all the ‘home’ that I have ever seemed to need
And no one needs to understand this simple life I lead
CHORUS
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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December Rose
04:32
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December Rose
I've always known everything dies
Just as a rose in the hold of a winter's night
All of its colour just bleeds away
Silently fading into black
The dream is the same every time
The one where your hand is a breath too far from mine
No way to stop you from falling
Helpless to ever bring you back
All I need is to remember
And I can have the smell of roses in December
CHORUS:
You're the angel that saved me, the spirit that prays for me
The voice I hear when I’m all alone
You’re the memory that lingers, on my breath and my fingers
The greatest love I’ll ever know
You’re with me everywhere I go
You’re my December Rose
The winters used to swallow me whole
A bitter reflection of the ice down inside my soul
Years of hiding from everything
Left me with no safe place to go
You brought me a picture of a rose
To help me remember the sun and to give me hope
You lifted me up from under
The weight of those years of heavy snow
You showed me how I could remember
So I could have the smell of roses in December
CHORUS
All I need is to remember
So I can have the smell of roses in December
CHORUS
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Breakfast at Timmy's
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Breakfast at Timmy's
Last night, I just couldn’t sleep
Starin’ at the ceiling and countin' lots of sheep
I grabbed my coat, and I stepped into the dawn
Sky was drippin' orange but the sweetness was gone
I can’t taste it when I wake up alone
Not the first lonely morning I’ve known
Yeah, the pictures of my life are all in monochrome
I don’t care if couples turn and stare
As I drink my double-double at my favourite single chair
They’ve got it good but they may not have it right
They’re just a perfect couple ‘til they have the perfect fight
And the compromises come undone
Always hiding behind all the fun
Then they’ll either stick together or they’ll turn around and run
CHORUS:
Everybody’s crazy ‘bout their breakfast in bed
Not the same when you’re the only one home
So I’m sitting at a table made for Barbie and Ken
Here I am again, having breakfast at Timmy’s alone
My friends claim, that I’m the one to blame
That I’m holding out for perfect, playing some kind of mind game
They don’t get it, it’s nothin’ like that
I can’t date a girl who wants me acting just like her dad
My door’s open for love to blow in
But I’m waiting for the right kind of wind
If I gave it up too easy it would be such a sin
CHORUS
Out there is the girl who’s meant to be with me
I know the perfect place for us to meet
Having breakfast at Timmy’s
Having breakfast at Timmy’s
Yeah, having breakfast at Timmy’s…
Yes, I know I’ll sing a different song
When the girl from my dreams comes along
And we’ll share a little sugar with the coming of dawn
CHORUS
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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8. |
Never Came Down
04:07
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Never Came Down
Rusty brings home flowers every Tuesday, just to make his Suzie smile
His wife she never showers him with kisses, no that’s really not her style
Rusty’s got a way with other women; he’s the King among the guys
His wife can spend his money, just as long as baby Suzie has his eyes
I say, oh, how can anyone make sense of such a mess?
It’s a bit of a mystery, I guess
It’s like they never came down from the trees
Ooh, ooh, no they never came down
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, it’s like they never came down
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, yeah
Quarters turn to nickels, turn to pennies in the pockets of the poor
So hard to count your blessings, when a blessing’s the only thing you can afford
Meanwhile in Manhattan, someone’s selling stuff that isn’t worth a dime
It’s just money making money for the millionaire who’s busy serving time
And I say, oh, how can anyone make sense of such a mess?
It’s a bit of a mystery, I guess
It’s like we never came down from the trees
Ooh, ooh, no we never came down
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, it’s like we never came down
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, yeah
How much time has evolution spent?
We’ve come so far up to the present tense
We can love, we can hate
Build a nest and choose a mate
But we should be so much more than that
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, it’s like we never came down
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, yeah
We gotta learn to live, we gotta learn to give
We gotta learn to lend a helping hand
We gotta learn to care, we gotta learn to share
It takes more than a name to be a man
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, it’s like we never came down
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, it’s like we never came down from the trees
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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9. |
If Only
05:07
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If Only
My wake up call is set for early morning
I’m feeling very small inside this bed that’s made for two
Instead of sad and lonely, I'm imagining, if only
You were here with me, so near that we could never be unglued
If only you could see my eyes
And how they light up at the sound of your voice
If only you could see my eyes
You’d see the rush that turns a man into a boy
If I just close my eyes
I can pretend I’m home with you, not out of sight
And for a moment I can be, close enough I might believe
That you’re here with me tonight
If only you could see my smile
As I swear I catch a breath of your perfume
If only you could see my smile
As I picture us alone inside this room
It doesn’t come through every time
But it’s there inside my heart and only you
Can reach inside and take it, ‘cause I know you’d never break it
That’s a thing you’d never do
When I was a younger man, you made me see
Just how my life was laid out in front of me
And I knew that I could never let you get away
Darling, I know there's one thing, that I have learned
If I could love you twice as much in return
Ooh, Baby, ooh, Baby
I would still want to give you so much more
If only I could touch your skin
I would lay a serenade upon your lips
If only I could touch your skin
You would feel my every heartbeat in my kiss
It always makes my whole world spin
When your voice across that phone just calls my name
So now I’ll dream, and then I’ll wake, a little closer to that day
When I’m home with you again
When I was a younger man, you made me see
Just how my life was laid out in front of me
And I knew that I could never let you get away
Darling, I know there's one thing, that I have learned
If I could love you twice as much in return
Ooh, Baby, ooh, Baby
I would still want to give you so much more
It always makes my whole world spin
When your voice across that phone just calls my name
So now I’ll dream, and then I’ll wake, a little closer to that day
When I’m home with you again
And in the morning I will wake, a little closer to that day
When I’m home with you again
Yes, in the morning I will wake, one morning closer to that day
When I’m home with you again
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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10. |
Stealing Back the Time
04:09
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Stealing Back The Time
The sheets are cold
A note is folded by the drawer
Filled with words she’ll never get to hear him say
Her eyes still closed
He leaves the key beside the door
And she listens as he slips away
She imagines there’s an hourglass upon the shelf
In her mind she turns it over, as if to say to herself
This is just…
CHORUS:
One page more
In the diary of a fool
A fool whose years have all been stolen
What is time for?
They say forgiveness is divine
There’s no reprieve without a crime
And she’s just stealing back the time
The days grow old
The hours flow like grains of sand
‘til the glass is finally broken
So hard to hold
Like drops of water through her hands
Like words once they’ve been spoken
She pauses for a moment, for all’s been said and done
Then she waves goodbye to yesterday, ‘cause when tomorrow comes
There will be…
CHORUS
What is time for?
They say forgiveness is divine
She’s only human, by design
And she’s just stealing back the time
Copyright 2009 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Allister Bradley Wellesley, Ontario
Singer/Songwriter/Pianist/Producer/Engineer and many more things to many more people, Allister still can't decide what he
wants to be when he grows up. His music can perhaps be described as modern folk, since it contains rich storytelling and imagery, but it might be mistaken for Smooth Jazz, Roots or AC. You decide.
Any way you describe it, Allister's music will reach deep within and satisfy
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