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1.
Not Today 04:11
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.
2.
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.
3.
What A Day 04:11
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.
4.
Too 03:46
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.
5.
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.
6.
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.
7.
This House 03:59
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.
8.
Hurt You 04:10
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.
9.
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.
10.
Coming Home 03:31
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.
11.
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.

credits

released March 1, 2008

All songs written and arranged by Allister Bradley (SOCAN).

Recorded and mixed by Darren Walters at Stonehouse Studio, Bright, Ontario, Canada.

Track 11 recorded and mixed by Justin Gray at Nucleus Studios, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

Mastered by Peter Letros at Wreckhouse Mastering, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

Principal photography by Michelle Kauntz (www.capturedsoul.ca)
Design and additional photography by Allister Bradley

Gary Craig plays Ayotte drums and Paiste cymbals.
Rik Emmett plays Yamaha and Gibson guitars.

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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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