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Not Today
04:11
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I'm leaving my sad little island, on a longboat that winds through my veins
I'm floating high in the mountains, through rivers and fountains
As the stars chase the moon 'round my brain
On just about any other day, I could be saved
But not today
I'm not too aware of the distance that's left in my existence today
Seems that I've left life behind me, I let the needle come and find me
Now I'm swirling 'round and 'round the drain
On just about any other day, I could be saved…
It may appear that I'm just givin' up
Taking a fool's road straight to my grave
But I can turn back before I spill my cup
I just need one more day
It's always one more day
So as my head keeps on swimmin', I don't know if I'm winning or lost
I might be scared if you told me, that you'd never hold me
Too afraid of the cost
On just about any other day, I could be saved
But not today
Copyright 2006 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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She appeared from a late August rain
At an inn by the shores of St. Andrews
White summer dress soaked through with angel tears
Just as a moth to a flame
There was no way on Earth to resist her
We sat near the fire and we talked like we'd been there for years
We shared more in one night than most lovers share in a lifetime
We came closer to heaven, 'cause heaven was ours to lose
I promised her I would remember this moment forever
Me and the ghosts, me and the ghosts of St. Andrews
As the sun poured out its last light
I said, if she'd stay I'd protect her
From the wandering shadows as lost as they are
Her smile, well it seemed to ignite
As we laughed about spirits and spectres
Just an excuse to be holding her close in my arms
We shared more in one night that most lovers share in a lifetime
We came closer to heaven, 'cause heaven was ours to lose
I promised her I would remember this moment forever
Me and the ghosts, me and the ghosts of St. Andrews
Maybe it wasn't right, to be holding her all through the night
But I knew that when morning came, it would take her away
By dawn, I was alone again
Not a trace of that girl to hold on to
I barely remember the brush of her lips on my skin
With every August rain
At that inn by the shores of St. Andrews
I still wait by the fire, and she always comes in
We share more in one night that most lovers share in a lifetime
We come closer to heaven, 'cause heaven is ours to lose
We're destined to share in this moment, now and forever
Me and the ghosts, me and the ghosts of St. Andrews
Copyright 2007 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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What A Day
04:11
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I've been a kid, been to school
Made mistakes, I've even broken a few rules
I've fallen down, pushed around
Gave my ground, but tell me, what's a guy to do?
I've played it cool, called it smart
Been untrue, I know I've broken someone's heart
But no more war, or keepin' score
I'll open the front door, instead of livin' in my backyard
CHORUS:
What a day
I don't care if the rain shall fall, I feel twenty feet tall
What a day
There's no limit to what I can do, 'cause every day is brand new
And what a day
People tell me what to see
But mister, I'm not you and you're not me
I could stay in yesterday, but now it's gone away
I will choose what I should be
Hey I know the line on wrong and right
And the right side's where I'll fight to spend my life
I can make a difference in this world
I just need to keep on standing upright
CHORUS
I'm not proud of things I've done
I won't forget a single one
Tomorrow will forgive me I believe
CHORUS
Copyright 2007 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Too
03:46
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She could steal the heart of any man who looks her in the eye
Instead she just looks down and turns away
What could have happened to that girl, I can't help but wonder why
A flower wants to hide out in the shade
It came upon her sweet sixteen
She found the world can be so mean
Instead of her first kiss
All he gave to her was this; he said she's…
Too… Not Enough
That's all he said, he said she's…
Too… Not Enough
If I could tell that girl she's beautiful, ten thousand times a day
D'you think that she might smile a little more
'Cause all those voices that she listens to, they've got a lot to say
To keep each Cinderella on the floor
Inside her head, it's all a blur
Of things that might be wrong with her
It's all that she can see, now she's starting to believe, she might be…
Too… Not Enough
She's starting to believe, she might be…
Too… Not Enough
Too fat, or maybe too skinny
Too proud, or maybe too pretty
Too pure, oh, it's a sin if we just all threw in the towel
Too black, or maybe too white
Too loose, oh baby, it's too tight
Just thinking everything should be the way they say
Copyright 2007 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Valentine's Day
03:51
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We met on the 14th day of February
Brought together by a sweet friend named Marie
It took two months before you told me that I came on way too strong
I admit my first thoughts of you were not too gentlemanly
But with looks like yours, I came by it honestly
Never have I met another girl who makes me want to talk 'til dawn
They say, you can't have your cake and eat it too
Who are 'they' anyway, I'd tell them where to go if I knew, 'cause…
CHORUS:
I, I don't want my cake
If I would have to eat it
Instead of saving it for some rainy day, with you beside me
No, I'm not gonna leave
I'll be right here to see that you get flowers and sweet kisses
Come next Valentine's Day
We got married on the 14th day of February
Cupid's arrow left a mark on you and me
Never seen before, as we crossed the floor, to cut the chocolate mousse
They say, you can't have your cake and eat it too
That's why our friend Marie says, "let them eat cookies", 'cause…
CHORUS
Valentine's Day
It'll always be our day
They say, you can't have your cake and eat it too
Who needs them anyway, as long as I'm with you, because…
CHORUS
Copyright 2006 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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The Tip of My Tongue
03:21
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The tip of my tongue is where most of my thoughts live
Constantly mocking from just out of reach
I'm not very slick, 'cause the words always stick
You see the art of smooth-talking isn't something you can teach
Most of my life I've been tripping and falling
Never recalling the right things to say
Ask for last words and you'll see I'm not joking
'Cause I would die choking, I'm a verbal castaway
Momentary, stationary
Just like Curly, Moe and Larry
What's that word for feeling like my mind is falling out?
Sublimation, abdication
Nothing but extreme frustration
I know the one, it's there on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my tongue is where most of my thoughts live
Nearly as useful as shoes on a frog
The words can't be bothered, to flow down like water
So rather than rain I just get a good fog
Hyphenated, suffocated
Brain just seems to be vacated
Gotta find a way to say exactly what I mean
Perspiration, palpitation
Never helps with my narration
It ain't no fun, bein' stuck on the tip of my tongue
Even the length of a great conversation
Has little relation to what I'll retain
So I'm the best listener, let's get that straight
Your secrets are safe in this labyrinth of a brain
Some things may be best left unsaid
But my vocabulary, seems like it's been left for dead
The tip of my tongue is where most of my thoughts live
Even good jokes seem to slip, slide and fall
If I'm laughing, you'll see that the joke is on me
As long as I'm smiling, 'cause it's funny, after all
Yeah, keep on smiling, 'cause it's very, very funny
As long as I'm smiling, 'cause it's funny, after all
Copyright 2007 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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This House
03:59
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This house remembers a swing in the backyard, a tilted white shed with a rusted lock
The grass overgrown by the edge of the step, where the lilac sprouted up
And the stain on the wall where the rain came in, in the summer of '83
The chair by the front door, where I used to watch you sleep
The smell of homemade soup when times were tight and the bills came due
This house remembers me and you
I'm lucky, I remember too
Long summer nights by the bonfire, just watching while it burned
When November winds blew in, we curled up, never knew how lucky we were
Watching hockey and late night movies with popcorn for us to share
While the kids slept safe and sound, up the stairs
We always thought we'd have each other to help us make it through
This house remembers me and you
I'm lucky, I remember too
Sometimes these memories, they just hurt too much
Being in this house without you just seems to deepen the cut
When these walls come down, who will be around, to remember when we were young
Two innocent children, singing our favourite song
We had so much time together, but it ended much too soon
This house remembers me and you
Yeah, this house remembers me and you
I'm lucky, I remember too
Yes, I remember too
Copyright 2007 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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8. |
Hurt You
04:10
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Do you think that I could hurt you, even now
Even now with all my troubles, do you think I'd lay down
Do you think that I could ever lose control
Of all these buried demons, raging deep in my soul
I confess, it's often hard to keep composed when times get tough
And the words best left unsaid start to fall
But to you, perhaps I don't appear to try hard enough
If you think that I could hurt you at all
If you think that I could hurt you at all
Do you think that I could hurt you and move on
'Cause I know that it would haunt me with each breath that I draw
In your eyes I can't imagine what I'd be
My reflection in the glass would stare its daggers at me
So I face every dawn with the conviction to be strong
And to show you just how truly I care
Now the only thing I need is just a way to make you see
'cause I know I'll never hurt you, I swear
I know I'll never hurt you, I swear
Sometimes it seems I'm just not strong enough to lift you up
But I could never let you fall
So I face every dawn with the conviction to be strong
And to show you just how truly I care
Now the only thing I need is just a way to make you see
'Cause I know I'll never hurt you, I swear
I know I'll never hurt you, I swear
Copyright 2001 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Don't Stop the Ride
03:36
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Time never meant that much to me
But when a clock read 1:23
I'd imagine a deity held open some cosmic door
'Til the clock read 1:24
I never thought that I could die
But skin a knee, and watch me cry
I told a million lies, 'cause the truth was cheap
And it never gave much to me
Why did I just let go of my sense of wonder
When did my eyes stop opening wide
Don't stop the ride
I don't wanna slow down, I don't wanna get off
Don't stop the ride on me
As long as I live, I'm never gonna get enough
Magic and chance and fantasy
Forever and God and victory
Support and security, I never saw them there
'Til they faded into air
I thought that I would be the strongest man
By turning away from wonderland
I just didn't understand what I'd left behind
'Til my children showed me a sign
I give up my role as the man behind the curtain
For one more chance on the other side, so…
Don't stop the ride
I don't wanna slow down, I don't wanna get off
Don't stop the ride on me
As long as I live, I'm never gonna get enough
Don't stop the ride
I don't wanna slow down, I don't wanna get off
Don't stop the ride on me
As long as I breathe, I'm never gonna give it up
Copyright 2007 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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Coming Home
03:31
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Coming home used to mean turning the lock on the old front door
Stepping in, and hanging his hat by the clock, like he's done before
A warm smile to greet him there
Flowers in a jar by the bottom stair
Evening sun stretched across the floor
Coming home to a place that looks barely the same as it did before
Coming back where the homes have been torn by the strain of a long-fought war
Holding letters to someone else's family
Having to tell them how proud they should be
Fresh tears on his uniform
All this feels foreign now
As foreign as the soil that stained his face
Seems he can't remember how
To just sit down, and turn off the sound
Coming home to a place where the memories lay, stretching row by row
There are no words to mark the pain, fresh from long ago
Too many lives cut short
Debating the power of the sword
And the value of living free
All this feels familiar now
Familiar as the soil beneath his feet
Crosses mark this battleground
Where his wonder drowned, as their heads lay down
Now and then, he thinks it's easier denying
But the pain will never go
Looking back, he's got to laugh to keep from crying
And as he takes his final breath
He'll say to himself
"I'm coming home"
Copyright 2000 Allister Bradley.
All rights reserved.
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I've been a kid, been to school
Made mistakes, I've even broken a few rules
I've fallen down, pushed around
Gave my ground, but tell me, what's a guy to do?
I've played it cool, called it smart
Been untrue, I know I've broken someone's heart
But no more war, or keepin' score
I'll open the front door, instead of livin' in my backyard
CHORUS:
What a day
I don't care if the rain shall fall, I feel twenty feet tall
What a day
There's no limit to what I can do, 'cause every day is brand new
And what a day
People tell me what to see
But mister, I'm not you and you're not me
I could stay in yesterday, but now it's gone away
I will choose what I should be
Hey I know the line on wrong and right
And the right side's where I'll fight to spend my life
I can make a difference in this world
I just need to keep on standing upright
CHORUS
I'm not proud of things I've done
I won't forget a single one
Tomorrow will forgive me I believe
CHORUS
Copyright 2007 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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