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by Brad Brubaker

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Random assortment of demos from 2011-present.

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released 01 February 2014

Self-recorded with a Zoom H2 straight into Audacity.
Playing my black cutaway Takamine and Epiphone Les Paul through a Fender Pro 185.
Artwork: Mike Sater & Cooper Forsman.

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Brad Brubaker Chicago, Illinois

Brad Brubaker & The Crowd Goes Wild brings together the richness of acoustic music, the charm of alt-country and the energy of melodic punk. Whether playing distorted power chords or fingerpicking crisply, the songs whiz past and make the listener wonder what hit 'em. With witty and relatable lyrics, performances offer neurotic sincerity, balancing humor with darkness. ... more

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Track Name: Failure of the Artist as a Young Man
Failure of the Artist as a Young Man
© 2012 Brad Brubaker

Our friends are all more beautiful than you
Our friends are all more beautiful than you
You may think you’re clever
And who knows? It might be true
But our friends are all more beautiful than you

You may think you're special, it’s a lie
You may think you're special, it’s a lie
You’re seeking validation
But sometimes it is denied
I know your friends all say you’re special, it’s a lie

You think you found your place, but you are wrong
Yeah, you think you found your place, but you are wrong
But do not doubt the greeting cards
And sentimental songs
"You belong somewhere," but time to move along

You may feel entitled, think again
You may feel entitled, think again
Just because we' re friendly
Doesn’t mean we’re friends
We don't give handouts, kid, so think again

We know you think that you’re misunderstood
Your art and your whole life, misunderstood
But did you once consider
That you’re really not that good?
Do us all that favor if you could
Track Name: Ice + Age
© 2012 Brad Brubaker

I grab a coat
And I bundle up
Just like any other day
But since spring gave way
To the summer months
You know my patience had to fade

Watch another sun
Cross another sky
But I cannot feel its rays
Add another layer
Wrap my blanket tight
And roll over, hibernate

My scarf and gloves have become my closest friends
See my breath and wonder, “Will this winter ever end?”

Since the heat turned off
I’ve been taking walks
To feel the blood flow in my veins
Pass open toes
And the short-sleeve set
And pull the hood to hide my face

Flip another page
For another month
Never felt so grey
Watch the beaches fill
And the clothing shed
While my climate stays the same

Soon the autumn leaves promise frost will come again
Still, the ground will thaw, while my winter never ends

And I wonder, “Will this winter ever end?”

Watch the seasons change
On this tilted earth
Try to disengage
Just another day
And another year
And my ever-slowing pace
Track Name: The Lord's Prayer
Matt. 6: 9-13
9 After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

10 Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

11 Give us this day our daily bread.

12 And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
Track Name: Walrus Love Song
Slide over here wit' chyo big ol' blubber butt
Slide over here wit' chyo big ol' blubber butt
From your whiskers to your flippers
From your tail to your tusks
You're the only walrus I could ever love
Track Name: These Damsels Be Fierce!! (feat. Liz Chidester) (explicit)
MALE VERSE (M)
There once was the damndest damsel
She didn’t wanna be saved
No offer, no invitation
Nothing could pull her away
Tells me the thing that holds her
Cannot and won’t be escaped
But I think she might see it different
If she listened to me…

In the desert
There's a river
It appears for
All who seek

I can touch it
I can taste it
When I drink

I believe I've
Found the secret
It ain't some bullshit
On TV

There's a love that
Only blesses
And meets all needs

FEMALE VERSE (F)
There’s a man who’s scarred and punctured
He thinks he carries a light
N’ though he’s more chink than armor
He fancies himself a knight
He’d rather be a martyr
Than ever rise up and fight
An’ he says that he’s gonna save me
But he’s more lost than I

You believe in
An oasis
A wondrous sight I've
Never seen

In the darkness
When my eyes close
I cannot sleep

In my quiet
Earnest longing
There’s is no voice that
Speaks to me

In the morning
When the sun come
I feel no heat
I feel no heat

F: I ain’t yours to rescue…figure it out
Can’t we be open about our doubts

M: I’ve seen this before…I know how it ends
And so help me God, it won’t happen again
You’re the best damn thing…please don’t leave

F: Quit talking in circles and listen to me!

I know that you’re scared / and you have every right to be
But who is all this ranting for? / cuz it sure as hell ain’t me
I’m not sure what else to say / Cuz I’m just not breakin’ through

Is this really about some vision / or it really me and you?

M: This is the best that I can do:
In the desert...
Track Name: Penis With the Wings of an Eagle (explicit)
VERSE 1
She's been crying
She's been trying so hard but she's got to admit her hope is dying
So she's been crying

She's been coping
She's been moping and telling her mother that she thinks her daughter's broken
But she's been coping

PRECHORUS 1
She 's been dreaming of someone, someone who's bald
She's been craving some talons, a dick and two balls
(She needs a...)

CHORUS 1
Penis with the wings of an eagle
Red and blue and white
He's a willy with wings
He has feathers and things
To make a woman feel all right

Penis with the wings of an eagle
Can make her loins take flight
He has patriot parts
That will open her heart
And in all likelihood her thighs

VERSE 2
She's been dating
She's been waiting for someone better than the men she's been fellating
Yeah, she's been waiting

She's been praying
She's been saving herself for the loving of a certain type of avian
Yeah, she's been praying

PRECHORUS 2
She will not abide any flightless dicks
Cuz she doesn’t have time for penguin pricks
(Mama told her that a...)

CHORUS 2
Penis with the wings of an eagle
Is the one she's hoping for
He is downy and soft
But he likes playing rough
Cuz he's just come back from war

Penis with the wings of an eagle
Is tattooed with stars and stripes
He's a phallus with feathers
And they'll be together
For the best night of her life

BRIDGE
And one steamy evening, her wish came true
Cross your fingers and toes and he might come for you
He only cares if your willing...not if your cute
And he's got a flagpole you'll wanna salute

(Solo)

CHORUS 3
Penis with the wings of an eagle
Is soaring through the sky
So don't be a bimbo
Baby, open your window
And he'll visit you tonight

Penis with the wings of an eagle
Wiener warrior of the night
I hate to be blunt
But he's been fighting for country
You should f*** him to be nice

CHORUS 4
Penis with the wings of an eagle
Killed a terrorist with his dong
You should get on your knees
Cuz he's free of disease...
Track Name: Schminger-Schmongwriter (Dead By 30) (explicit)
Schminger-Schmongwriter (Dead By 30)

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I heard a band that’s abuzz this week
Offbeat instruments and retro chic
MFAs that sing of hopping trains
A well-sewn quilt of stock clichés

Americana with fancy hair
Add more reverb until Pitchfork cares
And when the fashion changes, I’ll still be here
‘Til another fad makes me disappear

2
The other day I saw the latest star
Strumming standard chords on a pink guitar
An airbrushed sound and a soulless swing
Hit all the notes, but she couldn’t sing

She’s a shiny face with a killer rack
But her heart has never even seen a crack
And when her beauty fades away, I’ll still be here
‘Til a newer model makes me disappear

3
Trust fund babies wearing torn up clothes
Spouting wisdom everybody knows
Singing “young forever” and “f*** the man”
Talking down so we might understand

Think they’re rebels, but their only cause
Just the pursuit of canned applause
And when these Brooklyn kids grow up, I’ll still be here
‘Til another hipster makes me disappear

4
Chop off my legs and I’ll try to stand
Change my name so it sounds like a band
I play empty clubs with spit and scorn
Guess I’ve got my art to keep me warm

I sing the truth and I sing it well
And if you don’t like it you can go to hell
What was I fighting for anyway?
Yeah, I'll be a martyr 'til my dying day
I’ll be a martyr ‘til the day I die
When no one notices I’m not alive
Track Name: Revolving Door (Push It, Baby)
Revolving Door (Push It, Baby)

I fell in love today in a revolving door
I caught her eye and then we cycled more
I’d like to take her out and maybe buy her flowers
She and I have been circling now for hours

Push it, baby

The revolving door, it spins and spins and spins
Quite a predicament my love and I are in
But when I see her smile…I’m so glad I chose her
Though we push this door ‘round an’ don’t get any closer

Push it harder now
Push it faster now
And now push it soft
But, for the love of God, don’t ever stop

I really need a shower and a shave
Cuz event’ally the hours turned to days
We’re growing bitter though we’ve never talked
Still we keep circling, never getting off
Track Name: Requiem for Ironic Cover Songs
Another singer with ironic cover songs
They think it’s clever, but they couldn’t be more wrong
A lazy reference with a shelf life of one line
But they keep singing while we cringe and check the time

It’s something so predictable
You’re nothing but a fraud
Leave the stage and then we will applaud

Please leave the Bieber and Rhianna at the door
Stop the Britney and we’ll prob’ly like you more
No one’s impressed when you rap someone else’s words
Unwitting parody, so tragically absurd

It’s something so predictable
You’re nothing but a fraud
Leave the stage and then we will applaud

This only illustrates you have nothing to say
You’re not an artist you’re a popular cliché

It’s something so predictable
You’re nothing but a fraud
Leave the stage and then we will applaud
Track Name: Cuts Me Like the Wind
I am impervious
I have rough, calloused skin
I am still standing
I've seen and survived everything
But a pretty girl still cuts me like the wind

She is a lighthouse
Telling me I've come home
She is the mountain mist
Causes the valley to glow
And I feel her when the wind begins to blow

A pretty girl still cuts me like the wind

She is a mother
To every child that she sees
I'm hoping someday
That she'll make a father of me

I am a barricade
She's discovered a door
She is the sweetest song
Makes my heart start to hurt
And every day I feel I love her more

Every day I feel I love her more
And a pretty girl still cuts me like the wind
Track Name: These Fists Will Fly (Mutha******, Yeeah)
You gotta walk like you're selling
You gotta fight like you wanna die

I got no allies and these fists will fly
Track Name: She On The Southside
SHE ON THE SOUTHSIDE
I met a girl I like / she on the southside
I haven’t seen her cuz / she on the southside
Yo, is you gotta car / And can I get a ride?
I’m trying to see that girl / live on the southside

My friend he throw a party / I thought I’d see wussup
I spot a nerdy girl / And I go talk her up
We got that chemistry / But much to my dismay
She don’t like coming north / She say it out the way

She live in Pilsen where / they got Latino food
She got an artist loft / she super- hipster, dude
She say her place is huge / She say it cheaper there
She say come visit her / And I’m like, “You live where?”

I met a girl I like / she on the southside
I haven’t seen her cuz / she on the southside
Yo, can you drive me there? / I know you gotta car
She on the southside and / that s**t is super-far

I look at Google maps / Think I might go her way
But it take 90 minutes / two buses and a train
It say a taxi faster / Google, is you insane?
You think I’m made of money? / I ride that CTA

Bus Tracker tell me that / Bus be there in a few
But when it never come / I don’t know what to do
Some angry dude is there / He start to scream and cuss
Say he can’t wait around / Some f**kin ghost bus

When a bus come later / He still in a mood
Bus driver say, “Good morning!” / He give her attitude
I’m like, “Can you calm down?” / He call me nasty words
Bus driver see it all / And kick us to the curb

Dude say he late for work / And it his final strike
Right then I take off running / Before he start a fight
When I get to the station / I almost lose my mind
I dropped my Ventra card / Now I can’t get inside

I met a girl I like / she on the southside
I haven’t seen her cuz / she on the southside
She is something fierce / But, yo, my point is this
She on the southside / You know how far that is?

I buy a Ventra pass / And it don’t give me change
It takes my Lincoln and / I miss another train
We wait, like, twenty minutes / I’m getting super-stressed
The next train pass us by / Because it go express

And when the next one come / It run the opposite
It goin so. Slow. / That s**t somnambulant
I start to wonder if / it in need of repair
Eventually it stop / and we just sitting there

We wait a while ‘til / Say their equipment failed
They gotta let us off / Because the train derailed
Then we stand at the station / ‘Til all the working’s done
It take over an hour / And then the next train come

Seems like we finally going / although I have my doubts
Sho nuff, there’s construction / We gotta reroute
Eventually I make it / Hop on bus number two
I text my girl and tell her / “I see you in a few”

I met a girl I like / she on the southside
I haven’t seen her cuz / she on the southside
I think she’s something special / I wanna make her mine
Yo, but why she gotta / live on the southside?

After we change the driver / And a tire go flat
I’m at my girl’s apartment / And I’m like, “Where you at?”
She say she super sorry / They called her into work
Can I come back tomorrow? / I’m bout to go berserk

I say I’m super tired / After I spent all day
On public transportation / Trying to come her way
She say she’ll call her roommate / Say crashing is allowed
I lay down and decide I’ll / Live on the southside now

I met a girl I like / she on the southside
Yo, and I was like, / “She on the southside?”
I went to visit once / Something I don’t regret
But it was super far / And so I never left
Track Name: The Whiskey Radio Band - Bemusement Park (live)
(You’ve) been to those parks where they like to amuse
(Our) Bemusement Park is designed to confuse
(The) map is a fake and we switch all the signs
(And) often there’s nothing at the end of our lines

Bemusement Park
So fun…so fun
Bemusement Park
Don’t run…don’t run

(It’s) Marcel Duchamp with a touch of Dalí
(Cuz our) teacups don’t twirl…they’re all full of tea
(Our) go-karts don’t go…all they do is stop
(And our) humongous slide has no stairs to the top
Sit back and feel what it's like…to be in line
(On our) critically acclaimed motion simulator ride
Our cotton candy is made from real cotton
(And) there are no refunds, in case you've forgotten

“Bemusement Park! If you like lifting chairs, you’ll love our chair lift! If you enjoy looking for ghosts, you can spend hours trying to find them in our hauntless house! Or bring your best girl over to the Tunnel of Love...a brightly lit walk-in model of the inside of the female reproductive system. If you don't leave the Bemusement Park perplexed, bewildered or flummoxed, just call our customer service line at 1-800-555-123...”

Come to our park and you’ll leave with such tales
(Of a) grand carousel with no horses—just snails!
(Our) Funhouse is boring, you’ll leave with a frown
(Our) Ferris wheel simply lies flat on the ground
(Our) bumper cars are stuck…together with glue
(On-ly) logs are allowed…to ride our log flume
(Our) pendulum ride only swings to one side
(But we’ve) got a new coaster…which no one can find

Bemusement Park
So fun…So fun
Bemusement Park
Don’t run…don’t run
Track Name: Oh! No! Lost Out at Sea!
Oh! No! Lost out at sea!
There must be some creature that dragged them beneath!
If not a sea monster, then what would could it be
That took those poor people…down in the sea?
Oh! No! Lost out at sea!

(The) Captain found love in a woman so sweet
(But) she was the wife of a man down the street
(At) first, Cap was angry but later he flipped
(And) offered her husband…a job on his ship

But…Oh! No! Lost out at sea!
There must be some creature that dragged him beneath!
If not a sea monster, then what would could it be
That took her poor husband…down in the sea?
Oh! No! Lost out at sea!

(The) Cap took the widow and made her his wife
(But) she was a mother…much to his surprise
(And) as luck would have it, her boy loved the sea
(The) Captain said, “Child…come sailing with me”

But…Oh! No! Lost out at sea!
There must be some creature that dragged him beneath!
If not a sea monster, then what would could it be
That took her poor child…down in the sea?
Oh! No! Lost out at sea!

After the fun’ral, the Cap’s wife had changed
(And) he got suspicious…while she acted strange
(He) caught her in bed with the neighbor next door
(So to) keep his eye on her…he dragged her aboard

But…Oh! No! Lost out at sea!
There must be some creature that dragged her beneath!
If not a sea monster, then what would could it be
That took his poor wife…down in the sea?
Oh! No! Lost out at sea!

(The) Captain had coppers…tracking him down
(The) coppers…looked long but he couldn’t be found
(They) asked ‘round the docks and event’ally learned
(The) Cap had gone sailing and never returned

Oh! No! Lost out at sea!
There must be some creature that dragged him beneath!
If not a sea monster, then what would could it be
That took the poor Captain…down in the sea?
Oh! No! Lost out at sea!
Oh! No! Lost out at sea!
Oh! No!
Lost out at sea!
Track Name: If I Miss Your Funeral
I sat by your bedside
And the hum of the room
Echoed machines
And lives gone too soon
And I watched you sleeping
And I said a prayer
To the God we believe in
Who forgot you were there

I sat by your bedside
And it all seemed so dumb
People acting so busy
And trying to be young
And though you didn’t hear me
I still had to say,
“I feel so selfish
For moving away”

And I’d sacrifice my youth
To breathe life back into you

I sat by your bedside
And pulled up a tune
From an earlier era
And an earlier you
And I watched you come alive
Like a light had come on
And though talking was painful
You sang along

And if I miss your funeral
We will both know
That I sat by your bedside
Not too long ago
And I saw you smiling
And I heard you sing
And in that perfect moment
You were young once again