SONGS ON THE RADIO
(Bob Bradshaw/Andy Santospago)
A drive-by radio
An old song I used to know
Sweet sounds from a top-down powder-blue Camaro
And I was taken on the airwaves
to another time, another place
And then the light turned green and I was all alone once more
Old memories won’t let go
As long as there’s feelings to feel
And songs on the radio
I started thinking’ ‘bout me and you
And the songs we’d listen to
Drivin’ round with the top down, it kinda’ made me blue
But, yeah, I still wanted more
Of this bittersweet tug of war
Now, where’d I leave my crackly transistor
Old memories won’t let go
As long as there’s feelings to feel
And songs on the radio
Turn the dial
Send that signal
All across the universe
That old song
Keeps on ringin’
Singin’ in my heart of hearts
Old memories won’t let go
As long as there’s feelings to feel
And songs on the radio
Bob Bradshaw: vocals/acoustic guitar
Andy Santospago: electric guitar/vocals
Dave Shrewsbury: Hammond B-3 Organ
Zachariah Hickman: bass
Dave Brophy: drums/percussion
Produced by Dave Brophy and Andy Santospago
Mixed by Dave Brophy
Mastered by Adam Ayan
DREAM
(Bob Bradshaw, Scoop McGuire)
Dream
Floatin’ here beneath the trees
Dream
Scent of huckleberry on the breeze
‘Moon River’ playin’ softly somewhere
Just around the bend
A crash of dishes and it seems my armchair
Has run aground again
I’m comin’ round again
Dream
Don’t fade to black
Dream
If I don’t move an inch
and no one pinches me
Will you come driftin’ back?
Dream
Clouds underneath my balloon
Dream
I reach out and touch the moon
‘Come Fly With Me’ playing softly somewhere
Down on land
A siren screams and it seems my armchair
Has run aground again
I’m coming down again
Bob Bradshaw: vocals/acoustic guitar
Annalise Emerick and Mark Lipman: vocals
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
Andy Santospago – pedal steel guitar
Mike De Niro – vibes
Scoop McGuire – bass
Dave Brophy – drums/percussion
Produced and mixed by Dave Brophy
Mastered by Adam Ayan
GONE
(Bob Bradshaw, Andy Santospago)
A full moon - I shoulda known
I’m better off alone
But I go callin’ – to see if you’re home, baby
You look so good to me tonight
Standin’ in a shaft of lunar light
O but ya got the crazy in your eyes
I see the sparks about to fly
Before the wrath gets underway
Gotta’ make a getaway
Gone
I’m gone
A full moon – I’m hungry as a horse
There’s a diner up ahead of course
I take a seat, order special number four
The waitress grabs an orange to squeeze
The moon is shinin’ down on back of her knees
She kinda looks like my ex-wife
I see her reachin’ for the knife
Before the ham and eggs arrive
Gotta’ get outta’ here alive
Gone
I’m gone
And now it all comes back to me
When the last full moon rolled round
Somethin’ wild and ghostly
Chased me right outta town
‘Til I was gone
A full moon - I got home in one piece
I’m safe right here at least
Now, wait a minute – is there a stranger in my house?
There’s someone in the mirror where the moonlight gleams
Like a figure steppin’ outta my worst dreams
Is it me he’s comin’ for?
I go racin’ to the door
I can shake him off for good
If I make it to the woods
Gone
I’m gone
Bob Bradshaw - vocals/National Resophonic guitar
Andrew Stern - slide guitar
Andy Santospago - baritone guitar
James Rohr - Hammond B-3 Organ
Dave Westner - bass
Mike Connors – drums
Produced by the band in the studio
Recorded and mixed by Dave Westner
Mastered by Adam Ayan
BLUE
(Bob Bradshaw, Scoop McGuire)
Blue mornin’
The light’s not right
Blue everywhere
Blue without you
Blue mornin’
Blue
Blue mornin’
The sun is gone
Blue everywhere
Forty shades of blue
Blue mornin’
Blue
The clouds are low today
Wonderin’ will they blow away
Wonderin’ do you see the same sad blue?
The clouds are low today
Didn’t think you’d go away
No one else but me to blame it’s true
Blue mornin’
For me I see
Blue everywhere
Blue upon blue
Blue mornin’
Blue
Bob Bradshaw – vocals/acoustic guitar
Chad Manning – fiddle
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
Ed Lucie – bass
Mike Connors – drums
Produced by the band in the studio
Recorded and mixed by Dave Westner
Mastered by Adam Ayan
COME BACK BABY
(Bob Bradshaw, Scoop McGuire)
Come back, baby
I know I was wrong
I know I was wrong
What I said
Come back, baby
Where you belong
Where you belong
Here in my bed
Where you now?
And tell me how
I can fix what I done
Come on home
I’m on all alone
On my knees
Where you now?
Won’t you allow
Me to fix what I done
Come back baby, please
Come back, baby
I know I was wild
I know I was wild
I screwed up
Come back, baby
I know I’m a child
Know I’m a child
It’s time I grew up
I know I was wrong
Come back where you belong
Come back baby, please
Bob Bradshaw – vocals/acoustic guitar
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
Joe McMahon – bass
Dave Brophy – drums/additional instruments
Produced and mixed by Dave Brophy
Mastered by Adam Ayan
SHE’S GONE FOR GOOD
(Bob Bradshaw, John Sheeran)
Another kind of empty opens up
Another kind of hurt hits hard and true
Another kind of lonely fills your cup
Now it’s just you, just you
She’s gone
She’s gone
She’s gone for good
Another kind of light you’ve never seen before
Another kind of light lights up room
Another kind of light throws just one shadow on the floor
Now it’s just you, just you
She’s gone
She’s gone
She’s gone for good
Bob Bradshaw: vocals/acoustic guitar
Mark Lipman and Britt Connors – vocals
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
Ed Lucie – bass
Mike Connors – drums/percussion
Produced by the band in the studio
Recorded and mixed by Dave Westner
Mastered by Adam Ayan
21st CENTURY BLUES
(Bob Bradshaw, Andy Santospago)
Aerial footage: St. Augustine
100 houses gone
Worst storm you’ve ever seen
The drones movin’ on
High speed chase down in Indian Camp
Fool’s in a hurry to die
You can roll back the tape from the ditch to the ramp
You’ll never understand why
There’s no break in the breaking news
Ain’t that just the 21st century blues
‘Florida man’ – that’s all she wrote
No time for decorum
Stuck his head in an gator’s throat
Nothing kills like boredom
Weather man on ‘Live at 3’
Standin’ in the eye of the storm
Up to his knees in the Miami sea
tryin’ the raise the alarm
They’re laughin’ at him while they read the news
Ain’t that just the 21st century blues
My soul
Has fled
Laid low
Played dead
My heart (and)
my head
Are ready
to explode
Hey neighbor – can you hear me call
I see you stand your ground
Hey neighbor – can you hear me at all
Why dontcha’ put your gun down?
I like it fine just here
In the land of the living
And I don’t wanna disappear
Before Thanksgiving
I don’t really wanna be the news
Ain’t that just the 21st Century Blues
I don’t really wanna make the news
Ain’t that just the 21st Century Blues
Bob Bradshaw – vocals/acoustic guitar
Andy Santospago – electric guitar
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
Ed Lucie – bass
Mike Connors – drums
Produced by the band in the studio
Recorded and mixed by Dave Westner
Mastered by Adam Ayan
SIDEWAYS
(Bob Bradshaw, Scoop McGuire)
I could tell she was lookin’ at me sideways
I saw her look, then turn away, then look again
I said: “I cannot help but notice you glance my way
Perhaps I remind you of an old friend?”
She said: “No. You remind me of nobody.
Nobody I know looks as dumb as you
If I was you I’d go hide inside my hoodie
I was you I’d report back to the zoo.”
That was the beginning of our sideways love affair
Our knockabout, incongruous romance
Any try at tenderness didn’t have a prayer
We traded insults at every given chance
She said: “Why you always lookin’ at me sideways?
Take a picture. It’ll last least twice as long.”
It filled me up with fire to see her eyes blaze
When she cussed me out no language was too strong
There was such sweet anger in our sideways love affair
Our knockabout, incongruous romance
Any try at tenderness didn’t have a prayer
We traded insults at every given chance
We were two
Of a kind
Among the few
Who find
They can only see the world askew
We were two
Me and her
Among the few
Who prefer
Always to take a sideways view
There was no good way for me to warn her
I’d be packin’ up and movin’ on someday
One mornin’ I just tip-toed round the corner
I loved her but I had to slip away
And that was the conclusion to our sideways love affair
Our knockabout, incongruous romance
Any try at tenderness didn’t have a prayer
We traded insults at every given chance
Bob Bradshaw - vocals/acoustic guitar
Mark Lipman – vocals
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
Francisco Martinez Herrera – bandoneon
Scoop McGuire – bass
Dave Brophy – drums/percussion/additional instruments
Mixed by Dave Brophy
Mastered by Adam Ayan
LIGHT OF THE MOON
(Bob Bradshaw, John Sheeran)
On Saturday the captain went missing
Along with three bottles of rum
On Sunday night the ship started listing
We thought the end had come
Twenty-seven weeks out on the ocean
She didn’t crack but now
I’m startin’ to hear all kinds of commotion
Up there on the bow
Calling all hands
Every seaman
We’ll be standin’ on dry land soon
Land ahoy
Says the lookout boy
There’s somethin’ up ahead by the light of the moon
Then we heard the singing come sweetly
From across the bay
A hundred female voices completely
Sapped our will away
Calling all hands
Every seaman
You’ll be safe in our arms soon
Ship ahoy
Yeah, look out boy
Come closer – see us by the light of the moon
We steered toward land
In the dim moonlight
Rocks to the left of us
Rocks to the right
We heard their laughter
We heard their song:
Come to us, Come to us, boys
where you belong
Calling all hands
Every seaman
You’ll be safe in our arms soon
Here you’ll sleep
In the deep
Here you’ll sleep by the light of the moon
Bob Bradshaw - vocals/electric guitar
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
John Sheeran – bass
Dave Brophy – drums/additional instruments
Mixed and produced by Dave Brophy
IN THE DARK
(Bob Bradshaw, Paul Chase, Greg Klyma, Andy Santospago, Dave Westner)
Tell me who I am
I have slipped through a hole in the night
Tell me where I stand
where’s the light? where’s the light?
I go from here to there
I find I’m still nowhere
I try to go somewhere
But there’s no there there
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
Tell me who I am
I have not moved in these circles before
Help me understand
what’s in store? what’s in store?
I go from here to there
I find I’m still nowhere
I try to go somewhere
But there’s no there there
In the dark
In the dark
In the dark
Bob Bradshaw – vocals/acoustic guitar
Andrew Stern – electric guitar
James Rohr – keyboards/vocals
Ed Lucie – bass
Mike Connors – drums
Produced by the band in the studio
Recorded and mixed by Dave Westner
Mastered by Adam Ayan
NIAGARA BARREL RIDE BLUES
(Bob Bradshaw, Andy Santospago)
Goin' down Niagara Falls
This is how a barrel rolls
No one's working the controls
It ain't no joke
Contents sorely jolted
Misgivings duly noted
In a cask of iron-hoop bolted
Kentucky oak
Trust my cooper knows his trade
And strapped those hoops on real good
The squeaks and leeks,
And all this rockin's
Got me knocking' on wood
Goodbye lover
I can't lift the cover
Angles better hover
O'er this perilous cruise
There's no way to mask it
Angel, answer if I ask it
Is this a cask or a casket?
Niagara barrel ride blues
Niagara barrel ride blues
Niagara barrel ride blues
My life's flashing
'Fore my eyes
I can clearly see
That girl of mine
Cut the line
That was tethering me
Now I've got but one goal:
To find a working air-hole
I'm praying that my poor soul
Has paid all his dues
Spinnin' round, goin' down
In thunderous surround-sound
I'm surely glory-bound
Niagara barrel ride blues
Niagara barrel ride blues
Niagara barrel ride blues
Bob Bradshaw: vocals/National Resophonic guitar
Produced by Bob Bradshaw
Recorded and mixed by Dave Westner
Mastered by Adam Ayan