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Time and the Road
04:02
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I spent my days upside down
Wearing a suit, wearing a frown
My days are long, and my hands they are cold
You ain’t seen nothing like six months of snow
It’s a tough row to hoe here in New England
Goin where the trees forever grow
So I’m heading out west, I’m going to Oregon
All I got is time and the road, time and the road
The promised land is waiting for me
One more tall building might bring me to my knees
I’m here in my room just wallowing the days
I want to feel the Pacific wind on my face
It’s a tough row to hoe here in Boston
I just want to feel some rock n’ roll
So I’m heading out west, I’m going to Portland
All I got is time and the road, time and the road
My step slowed down when I stopped to feel the breeze
I have never travelled so far and seen so many trees
There’s music in my head, it seeps up from the ground
Baby, take my hand and listen to the sound
It’s a tough row to hoe here in New England
Goin’ where the clear water flows
So I’m heading out west, I’m going to Oregon
All I got is time and the road, time and the road
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Empty Pages
03:14
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I spent my days upside down
Wearing a suit, wearing a frown
My days are long, and my hands they are cold
You ain’t seen nothing like six months of snow
It’s a tough row to hoe here in New England
Goin where the trees forever grow
So I’m heading out west, I’m going to Oregon
All I got is time and the road, time and the road
The promised land is waiting for me
One more tall building might bring me to my knees
I’m here in my room just wallowing the days
I want to feel the Pacific wind on my face
It’s a tough row to hoe here in Boston
I just want to feel some rock n’ roll
So I’m heading out west, I’m going to Portland
All I got is time and the road, time and the road
My step slowed down when I stopped to feel the breeze
I have never travelled so far and seen so many trees
There’s music in my head, it seeps up from the ground
Baby, take my hand and listen to the sound
It’s a tough row to hoe here in New England
Goin’ where the clear water flows
So I’m heading out west, I’m going to Oregon
All I got is time and the road, time and the road
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3. |
Into the Dust
04:03
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INTO THE DUST
Words and music by Brad Creel
I went up to the high desert to visit a friend
I stopped by the mountain next to the fields of pain
And when I cross that valley and go deep into the crust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Well, I dove into the water, and the water it was clean
I swam that hollow storm inside the big machine
And when the ice is drifting and I don’t know who to trust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Do you see that person, well, he’s living out his life
Wondering about his day and the moment of a knife
Rolls of steel and rain and land, we hold them ‘cause we must
Like a lonesome bird, we fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
Into the dust, into the dust
Like a lonesome bird, I’ll fly into the dust
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4. |
Below the Bar
03:57
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BELOW THE BAR
I guess this means… I’m below the bar
Well I’ll never measure up, or get too far
I been drinkin’ here all day
And now I’ve gotta find a place to stay
I guess this means… I’m below the bar
I was once upwardly mobile
Climbing up to the top of the pile
But then I fell down
And I’m lyin’ here on the ground
I guess this means… I’m below the bar
My date she raised the bar pretty high
But I can’t stand up now matter how I try
Oh, how did I get in this mess
On the floor lookin’ up her dress
I guess this means… I’m below the bar.
I guess this means… I’m below the bar
Well I’ll never measure up, or get too far
I been drinkin’ here all day
And now I’ve gotta find a place to stay
I guess this means… I’m below the bar
When I get back on my feet again
I’ll be number one with all my friends
But now whose gonna pay my tab
Pick me up and call a cab.
I guess this means… I’m below the bar.
I guess this means… I’m below the bar
Well I’ll never measure up, or get too far
I been drinkin’ here all day
And now I’ve gotta find a place to stay
I guess this means… I’m below the bar
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Fireproof Heart
03:16
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Picking up the Pieces
Words and music by Brad Creel and Jim Schumont
It’s Saturday night
And I’m picking up the pieces
I’m picking up the pieces
While I’m waiting for you
You said you’d be back
And now it’s morning
And now it’s morning
My watch says two
Once you said that you loved me
And you said that you’d be true
Now I’m left here
Picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces
Without you
Before you left
We was fighting
We was fighting
You said we’re through
You slammed that door
Went out drinking
Went out drinking
And left me here to stew
Once you said that you loved me
And you said that you’d be true
Now I’m left here
Picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces
Without yo
Suns coming up
That roosters crowing
That roosters crowing
What do I do.
And now your gone
Kids been crying
Kids been crying
The whole night through
Once you said that you loved me
And you said that you’d be true
Now I’m left here
Picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces
Without yo
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Pickin' Up the Pieces
03:41
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Picking up the Pieces
Words and music by Brad Creel and Jim Schumont
It’s Saturday night
And I’m picking up the pieces
I’m picking up the pieces
While I’m waiting for you
You said you’d be back
And now it’s morning
And now it’s morning
My watch says two
Once you said that you loved me
And you said that you’d be true
Now I’m left here
Picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces
Without you
Before you left
We was fighting
We was fighting
You said we’re through
You slammed that door
Went out drinking
Went out drinking
And left me here to stew
Once you said that you loved me
And you said that you’d be true
Now I’m left here
Picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces
Without yo
Suns coming up
That roosters crowing
That roosters crowing
What do I do.
And now your gone
Kids been crying
Kids been crying
The whole night through
Once you said that you loved me
And you said that you’d be true
Now I’m left here
Picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces
Without yo
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Staircase to You
03:44
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I’ve been searching in the darkness
And looking for the light
I am a weary traveler
Wandering in the night
I am worn and tired
As I lay here on the ground
Through the night see a vision
A staircase I have found
Climbing this staircase to you
Step by step, floor by floor
I’ll make it to your door
Now I’m climbing that staircase to you.
I have been up to the Mountain
I have walked from shore to shore
I have crossed so many rivers
And now I search no search no more
A lonely wind blows down the valley
For no more I will roam
I’m climbing those golden stairs
I’m finally going home
Now I’m climbing that staircase to you.
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What We Ain't
03:04
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WHAT WE AIN’T
Words and music by Brad Creel and Harris Ambinder
Well . . .
I can’t write like Richard Thompson and I can’t dance like Michael Jackson
And I can’t pick like Doc Watson would do
I ain’t big like Johnny Cash, Neil Young, Crosby Stills and Nash
But what I got that they ain’t got is you.
People don’t know what they got
Until it’s gone away, hey hey
Time goes slipping through your fingers
But you and me are here to stay
You and me are here to stay.
You ain’t funny like Lily Tomlin and you ain’t built like Dolly Parton
And you can’t cook no Julia Child’s recipe
You ain’t smart like Cokie Roberts, Connie Chung or Barbara Walters
But what you got that they ain’t got is me.
People don’t know what they got
Until it’s gone away, hey hey
Time goes slipping through your fingers
But you and me are here to stay
You and me are here to stay.
We ain’t no famous couple like Betty and Barney Rubble
No tragedy like old King Oedipus
No Romeo and Juliet, Lucy, Ricky, Ethel and Fred
But what we got that they ain’t got is us.
People don’t know what they got
Until it’s gone away, hey hey
Time goes slipping through your fingers
But you and me are here to stay
Hey, baby, you and me are here to stay.
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Day Job
03:41
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When you see me coming down that long dirt road
When you see me come you know it’s time to go
Honey pack a bag don’t take too much
Cause we’re gonna move fast no time for such
See I’ve had it up to here with that nine to five
And I’ve added up the years taken from our lives
It’s gonna take a while to get those back
But starting right now we’re gonna get on track
I’m done with this day job
Tired of being a working class slob
Gonna trade my white collar for a few less dollars
And wear my flip-flops all day long
Some might say I quit
But I don’t give a single thought to it
Well I burned a bridge or two on my way out the door
But I don’t care since I’m coming back no more
Don’t need to make no apology
Cause from here on out it’s just you and me
Might even write a few songs
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10. |
Probably Not
04:07
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PROBABLY NOT
Words and music by Brad Creel
I met a gorgeous woman, she was young and smart
With a body like a pin up girl, she wanted my heart
She called upon me one eve, wearing a naughty dress
She asked to could come over and help her move her chest
Probably not I said probably not
I’ve got better things to do like sit and watch the clock
I like day dreaming and if I) didn’t anyway
probably not… not today.
A man of many fortunes I sat with and drank tea
He offered me a real job with responsibility
He handed me the contract, ‘twas rather large quote
So I took out my ball point pen and on the dotted line I wrote…
Probably not I said probably not
I’ve got better things to do like sit and watch the clock
I like day dreaming and if I) didn’t anyway
probably not… not today.
I like laying down and sleeping in
While staring out the window, you can see my grin.
I received an invitation to a party
It said black tie and champagne and RSVP
I thought about the party as I laid down on my bed
Then I picked up the phone and this is what I said…
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Walkin' Shoes
05:25
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WALKIN’ SHOES
Words and music by Brad Creel
Yesterday, I found out you’ve been keeping
Him on the side, in case I didn’t do
Two men and one heart ads up to cheating
That’s why I’m putting on these walking shoes
Walking shoes…
Just watch me do them… walking out blues …
And when I quit drinking, I thought that was hard to do
But it ain’t nothing compared to walking out on you.
You said all you wanted was true love
But words alone don’t make love true
If a decision is what your afraid of
Then I’ll make it easy with these here walking shoes
Walking shoes…
Just watch me do them… walking out blues …
And when I quit drinking, I thought that was hard to do
But it ain’t nothing compared to walking out on you.
I lie awake and think about what happened
Pull out your picture even though were through
It’s the he same old song, sure is a sad one
Alone again, in these here walking shoes
But it ain’t nothing compared to walking out on you.
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12. |
All Messed Up
04:48
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All Messed Up
It was back in high school, he would play guitar
He started playing parties, and then he started playing bars
And I could see it then, I knew he was no fool
He’s gonna make it big, and its gonna be so cool
On the road the got busted, in Detroit he wrecked his car
The only money he ever trusted is what was left in the tip jar
He’s all messed up, your friend that never grew up
The band always said that they were going to back him up anyway
Cuz whenever he showed up, they said he would blow up
And be……. a really…… big star someday
And he went and threw it all away.
One night in Texas, at a gig in Abiline
30 days sober and he swore he was gonna stay clean
He met a girl with banjo who was in trouble with the law
First they started drinkin’ and then she taught him “Turkey In The Straw”
She drank him under the table, and they wound up on the news
That’s when he lost his label, that’s when he started playin’ the blues
He’s all messed up, your friend that never grew up
The band always said that they were going to back him up anyway
Cuz whenever he showed up, they said he would blow up
And be……. a really…… big star someday
He’s comin’ to your town today.
Twenty year later, he still plays guitar
He’s still playing parties, and he’s still playing bars
I can see it now, I guess I was the fool
He never made it big, but it still seems cool
Now her banjo’s is rusted, and he still plays that old guitar
The only money they ever trusted is what was left in the tip jar
He’s all messed up, your friend that never grew up
The band always said that they were going to back him up anyway
Cuz whenever he showed up, they said he would blow up
And be……. a really…… big star someday
And he went and threw it all away.
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Brad Creel Portland, Oregon
Lava Lamp Country is a place where Gram Parsons and John Prine are constantly spinning on the turntable, Cher frolics with
Bigfoot in the backyard, the lights are low, and the lava lamps flow.
Lava Lamp Country is also the new album by BRAD CREEL & THE REEL DEEL, their fourth, as well as the musical genre that they practice.
“Gifted with the pen, punchline, and guitar”
– Portland Mercury
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