FAWM, RPM & Demos
by Brad Brubaker
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Exit Strategy (explicit)
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Unfailing
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A Dream
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Ice + Age
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The Lord's Prayer
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Wait 'Til Wednesday
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Stormy Young Man
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Walrus Love Song
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about
Demos 1-15 are products of FAWM and the RPM Challenge, Feb 2012.
Demos 16-21 were recorded in June 2012.
Demos 22-? are products of FAWM and the RPM Challenge, Feb 2013.
DISCLAIMER: If you choose to listen to "The Devil Said Jump!" I invite you to please read the liner notes.
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FAWM - fawm.org
February Album Writing Month gave the leap year challenge to write 14 1/2 songs in 29 days.
The RPM Challenge - rpmchallenge.com
Record 35 minutes of original material in the month of February.
Demos 16-21 were recorded in June 2012.
Demos 22-? are products of FAWM and the RPM Challenge, Feb 2013.
DISCLAIMER: If you choose to listen to "The Devil Said Jump!" I invite you to please read the liner notes.
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FAWM - fawm.org
February Album Writing Month gave the leap year challenge to write 14 1/2 songs in 29 days.
The RPM Challenge - rpmchallenge.com
Record 35 minutes of original material in the month of February.
credits
released 01 February 2012
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.
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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Whether solo or in a 3-piece, Brad Brubaker brings together the richness of an acoustic act and the energy of a melodic punk band. Live shows are uptempo with the songs short and the performances draining. The lyrics are straightforward with down home sincerity, balancing humor with darkness. Pairs well with melodic punk bands or more rockin' alt-country acts (500 Miles to Memphis, Arliss Nancy). ... more
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- Track Name: When He Plays (for Jay + Tessa)
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When He Plays
-c- 2012 Brad Brubaker
The first time that I heard him play
Just a friend of mine with an angel face
Every voice just needs the perfect song
So I swayed my .hips and I sang along
It was a verse just like déjà vu
So strange and familiar you swear it happened to you
And a chorus like a reoccurring dream
‘Cause when evening comes it is the only thing.
When I wanna go home all I gotta do
Is close my eyes and listen to you.
It took strength for me to take my time
But we were playing shows and I made him mine
I knew that I would have the perfect life
If I could sing with him every night
He plays a verse just like déjà vu
So strange and familiar you swear it happened to you
And a chorus like a reoccurring dream
‘Cause when evening comes it is the only thing.
When I wanna go home all I gotta do
Is close my eyes and listen to you.
Every day with you I can’t believe
So I thank God each night for bringing you to me.
And you say, “There’s one song that you never heard.
So lean in close and listen to the words.
“You are a verse just like déjà vu
I have to pinch myself to make sure it’s true
You are my favorite reoccurring dream
You’re the only song that I ever sing…
When I wanna go home
All I gotta do
Is close my eyes
And sing with you…
I want to keep on singing
Cuz you’re my favorite tune
I want to keep this feeling
And I want to marry you.” - Track Name: The Scientific Statement of Being (Metal)
- There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter. All is infinite Mind and its infinite manifestation, for God is All-in-all. Spirit is immortal Truth; matter is mortal error. Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal. Spirit is God, and man is His image and likeness. Therefore man is not material; he is spiritual.
- Track Name: Unfailing
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Unfailing
© 2012 Brad Brubaker
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
When I feel it's hopeless / You believe in me
When I feel lost / You take the lead
When I am broken / You help me grieve
And you save the pieces / That you know I'll need
You love me for...
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
When help is needed / You're an outstretched hand
When there are no answers / Still you understand
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
Like a timid leaf / On the tallest tree
You're the gentle wind / That will carry me
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be
You love me for who I am / and not who you want me to be - Track Name: My Parents (Are Better Than Yours)
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My Parents (Are Better Than Yours)
© 2012 Brad Brubaker
My friends are jealous of my mom's desserts / My parents are better than yours
Came to see me in the school play / My parents are better than yours
Decorations for Halloween / My parents are better than yours
Dad and I go canoeing / My parents are better than yours
Dad makes the pancakes / Mom makes the rest
No doubt about it / My parents are the very best
Always tell me that they're proud / My parents are better than yours
When dad laughs he makes a donkey sound / My parents are better than yours
They love me and my brother / My parents are better than yours
They're married to each other / My parents are better than yours
Dad makes the pancakes / Mom makes the rest
No doubt about it / My parents are the very best
(solo)
Pancakes in the morning...and cookies in my lunch
Threw me a birthday party / My parents are better than yours
All my friends were at the birthday party / My parents are better than yours
Lots of present at the birthday party / My parents are better than yours
Cake and ice cream at the birthday party / My parents are better than yours
Saving money for my education / My parents are better than yours
We went on a beach vacation / My parents are better than yours - Track Name: Failure of the Artist as a Young Man
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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: Lean Into You
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Lean Into You
© 2012 Brad Brubaker
You’re a little too much of a hippie
Things would have never worked out
We both know I’m moving
But that’s not what I’m thinking about
Your bedroom up here in the attic
Is a quiet and cozy cocoon
It might be a tad untimely, but could I just lean into you?
Your smile’s just a little bit crooked
Still it’s better than some
But I’ll bet that your teeth would look perfect if…
So lay lady lay back and tell me
“The bed’s small, but it could fit two”
Sorry if I seem excited…Could I just lean into you?
You play me a song full of whimsy
I trade with a song full of pain
Are we moving a little bit closer
Or am I just going insane?
I want you to want what I’m wanting
So much that you’ll make the first move
If I don’t do it now I’ll regret it, could I just lean into you? - Track Name: Dog's Messin' With a Skunk Again
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Dog’s Messin’ With A Skunk Again
(Verse)
Sittin’ on the couch, watchin’ a movie on the TV
On a cool February eve
Had to turn it down, there was a sound outside
I couldn’t hear it o’er the vee
Like a growlin’ and a barkin’
There must have been one Hell of a fight
So I threw on my boots
And headed into the night
Wish I’d stayed where I had been
Dog’s messin’ with a skunk again
(Chorus)
You know he never learns his lesson
There’s no way to tone it down
He foams at the mouth
Rubs his face on the ground
Ain’t no way to win
He’s messin’ with a skunk again
(Verse)
I take him in the bathtub, wash the oil out the fur
I’ll use whatever I can find
I’ll mix up buttermilk, orange juice, canned tomatoes
Arm-n-hammer, and hydrogen peroxide
But no matter how much smell
You wash on down the pipes
There’s always plenty left
To smell for a fortnight
Wish I’d stayed where I had been
Dog’s messin’ with a skunk again
(Chorus)
You know he never learns his lesson
There’s no way to tone it down
He foams at the mouth
Rubs his face on the ground
Ain’t no way to win
He’s messin’ with a skunk again
(Verse)
Had to set up the pet gates, move his bowl outside
And cover the bed and couch
Can’t take the chance that he might jump up
Cause you can’t just wash it out
I’m afraid it’s just the way he is
It happens every spring
When the critters get all twitter-pated
You know he’ll snap at anything
Wish I’d stayed there on the couch
Dog’s messin’ with a skunk again
(Chorus)
You’d think he’d learn his lesson
There’s no way to tone it down
He’ll foam at the mouth
Rub his burnin’ eyes on the ground
Ain’t no way to win
He’s messin’ with a skunk again
Lyrics -c- Duane Clancy (FAWM 2012)
Music -c- 2012 Brad Brubaker - Track Name: You Can Chop Onions in the Afterlife
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You Can Chop Onions in the Afterlife
You Can...Chop
Crash Cymbal - Track Name: A Dream
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(c) 2012 Brad Brubaker
This is a story I stumbled upon;
A dream worth recording before it is gone.
Embraced me like something once cherished and lost.
The grudges long held were so easily tossed.
The years we’d spent wondering every unknown
Tumbled out while we were tangled in clothes.
My head lay on your chest as you said aloud,
“I understand you so much better now.”
This point in the story I figured it neat
To walk from my reading with it incomplete.
There’s only one ending with which I’d agree:
If on the last page it said you’re still with me. - Track Name: Ice + Age
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© 2012 Brad Brubaker
I bundle up
In my warmest coat
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
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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: The Day I Tried to Live (Soundgarden cover)
- http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/soundgarden/the+day+i+tried+to+live_20128148.html
- Track Name: Wait 'Til Wednesday
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It was Monday when I met you
And don’t think that I’ll forget you
But I think I’ll wait ‘til Wednesday
To ask you to hang out with me
I think sooner would be sweeter
But I mustn’t seem too eager
I’ll make my move, but not today
Cuz even I can wait two days
I’ll wait ‘til Wednesday then I’ll make my move
I really suck at dating stuff
But I don’t wanna scare you off
Though some would like the danger
Of a tall and handsome stranger
Women do not like the pressure
Of insane romantic gestures
I think I’m going half-insane
Cuz Wednesday seems so far away
Tomorrow is the day to make my move
Screw the games, I’ll be a man
And you can take me as I am
I’ll bet you would appreciate
Me asking you out on a date
Cuz why pretend I’m busy
When I wish that you were with me?
I will wait until I stop
Tomorrow isn’t soon enough
Tonight’s the night for me to make my move
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What..a…
Painfully depressing call
Why do I even try at all?
It’s really disconcerting
All these failed attempts at flirting
I just cannot take the pressure
Making dumb romantic gestures
Cuz it seems I am the master
Of perpetual disaster
And I prob’ly read your signals wrong
I’m just some guy you’ll string along
You only act inviting
Cuz attention’s quite exciting
And you’d tell me things that aren’t true
To make me fall in love with you
Then say we’re better off as friends
I’m wondering what happened
Cuz this total lack of closure
Doesn’t make me feel closer
To a place where I can understand
Why nothing goes the way I planned
This Wednesday I am meeting up with you! - Track Name: Stormy Young Man
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So much time
Spent singing these nightmares
And so little living my dreams
Love is the sum
Of my disappointments
And people I’m longing to kiss
The muse I want does not exist
Love is a pounding hammer that’s courteous all the while
It’ll watch you stand there broken and make you do it with a smile
So much time
Spent singing these nightmares
And so little living my dreams
Each little note
Terrible nightmares
My muse isn’t kind as she seems
The human heart
Is nothing more
Than a beautiful, blood-covered fist
The muse I want does not exist
But if she does
And she hears this song
I hope she’ll prove me wrong
The muse I want does not exist - Track Name: Walrus Love Song
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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: Napalm Lipbalm presents That Girl (Is a Dud)
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Napalm Lipbalm presents
“That Girl (Is a Dud)”
She fell from the sky and people ran
While I stood below with open hands
Wondered when I’d feel the blast
And waited for a blinding flash
I think I’m in love with an empty shell
And based on personal intel
Every message I decode
Seems to say she won’t explode---
Call off the bomb squad (Calling off the bomb squad)
Call off the SWAT team (Calling off the SWAT team)
Call off the camera crew (Calling off the camera crew)
Though her heart is pumping ballistic blood
That girl, that girl, that girl is a dud
I think I’m in love with the walking dead
Like a round of blanks fired at my head
I listen close and feel dumb
Cuz the day she ticks will never come---
Call off the bomb squad (Calling off the bomb squad)
Call off the SWAT team (Calling off the SWAT team)
Call off the camera crew (Calling off the camera crew)
Though her heart is pumping ballistic blood
That girl, that girl, that girl is a dud
I think I’m in love ... I think I’m in love
I think I’m in love … I think I’m in love but that girl is a dud
I’m in love with a blast that never came
This snowy screen feels like a stain
The static sound will never change
I’m in love with a blast that never came - Track Name: Maybe, Just Maybe, You're Sending Me a Message and This is How You've Chosen to Do It...Lemme Know
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I gotta crush on you so big
It'd crush most anything
Like a chunk of coal to diamond
Or my willingness to live
So I'm hanging on to every word
Even those you never say
And there's something I've been wondering
And kinda hoped you could explain
And it’s probably just nothing
Yes, it’s absolutely nothing
I’m just being paranoid once more
I’ve done it seven times before
I’m just wondering the reason,
If there is one, why
After all the hanging out we do
You never say goodbye? - Track Name: These Damsels Be Fierce!! (feat. Liz Chidester)
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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...
