Get all 13 Bradford Loomis releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of America, Built For This, Around the Sun, Everybody Needs A Place, Stories (Live), Joy to the World, Where the Light Ends, Live at the Red Clay Foundry, and 5 more.
1. |
Rambling Man
04:12
|
|||
|
I’m just a ramblin man, walking in another man’s shoes
Pretending that these soles aren’t so worn
The stories that they’ve seen are told in the way they bruise
I can’t seem to listen anymore
I can’t seem to listen anymore
And our stories are spoken in the tread
In the legacy and gravestones of the dead, of the dead
Time has worn it’s welcome and my words might be a ripple in the wind
It’s time to begin, time to begin
Never been a gambling man, no I’m not about to lose
The future isn’t sworn to anyone
The past and the present have finally called a truce
Oh I feel like my days have just begun
Oh I feel like my days have just begun
And our stories are spoken in the tread
In the legacy and gravestones of the dead, of the dead
Time has worn it’s welcome and my words might be a ripple in the wind
It’s time to begin, time to begin
At best, our words, our words are like ripples in the wind oh it’s time to begin
At best, our words, our words they echo in the wind
And our stories are spoken in the tread
In the legacy and gravestones of the dead, of the dead
Time has worn it’s welcome and my words might be a ripple in the wind
It’s time to begin, time to begin
©℗ 2019 Shelly Moore and Bradford Loomis
Veiled Publishing (SESAC), Lineage Artistry (BMI)
|
||||
2. |
Take A Swing
03:29
|
|||
|
I wore tears for a day and then for another
Lost a week for my sisters in anger at my brothers
I came down with a fear that still hasn’t wavered
Losing faith and my friends I don’t recognize my neighbors
But I take a swing, you take a swing
And it breaks my heart that we’re all so afraid,
I play my part because I never say
Anything that’s gonna bring an understanding,
Anything that’s gonna bring an understanding
I hold my tongue take a breath, want to stay dignified
Try to see the other side, other shoes, other lives, other pride
Declarations kindle opinions they rattle
We build tension, over bridges, that rages into battle
I take a swing, you take a swing
And it breaks my heart that we’re all so afraid,
I play my part because I never say
Anything that’s gonna bring an understanding,
Anything that’s gonna bring an understanding
Oh all the lines are getting deeper,
Nobody is moving nobody is proving and nothing changes
Words are thrown and used like weapons
Words alone are wasted
It breaks my heart that we’re all so afraid
℗© 2019 Jenn Grinels and Bradford Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
3. |
Evangeline
04:18
|
|||
|
It's hard to explain the way things go, gravity pulls more than you know
Every step is a heavier load, gathering stones to have and to hold
But how can you make it across the high wire, you've got to let ‘em go if you want to go higher
Evangeline, don't you look down, you’ve got to believe
Keep your eyes on me, don't give up now, Evangeline
One step at a time gets you where you're going
Wondering where else you could be is it even worth knowing
Every day you say that you're tired
Breathe with me baby, we're doing just fine
That sweet vibrancy's grown weary and grey, all of your eloquence is losing its aim
Evangeline, don't you look down, you’ve got to believe
Keep your eyes on me, don't give up now, Evangeline
Don’t you give up, don’t give up, keep your eyes on me
Don’t you give up, don’t give up, you’ve got to believe
Don’t you give up, don’t give up, I’ll be what you need
Don’t you give up, don’t give up, keep your eyes on me
Evangeline, don't you look down, you’ve got to believe
Keep your eyes on me, don't give up now, Evangeline
Evangeline, don't you look down, you’ve got to believe
Keep your eyes on me, don't give up now, Evangeline
℗© 2017 Bradford Loomis, Zarni deVette, and Brett Thompson Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
4. |
Treading Water
04:20
|
|||
|
Your side of the bed is getting cold, and the blanket I can’t bring myself to fold
Is tangled up, lying on the floor, it can’t keep me warm anymore.
Time don’t heal this, but I’m further from the start
It gets me closer, to the end of a broken heart
It’s an endless ocean I’ve fallen in, I’ll be treading water ‘till I see you again
This house feels hollow and hushed, turn the radio on, but it’s not enough
And the songs you used to sing, are fading from these halls
I’m afraid, soon I won’t hear them at all
Time don’t heal this, but I’m further from the start
It gets me closer, to the end of a broken heart
It’s an endless ocean I’ve fallen in, I’ll be treading water ‘till I see you again
Treading water, treading water, treading water, treading water
I’m not drowning my love I’m treading water
Time don’t heal this, But I’m further from the start
It gets me closer, to the end of a broken heart
It’s an endless ocean I’ve fallen in, I’ll be treading water ‘till I see you again
℗© 2019 Natalie Schlabs, Brett Thompson, and Bradford Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
5. |
Chasing Stable
03:14
|
|||
|
I was keeping rhythm on the steering wheel
You were 60 miles an hour about the way you feel
Can’t find a way to turn my troubles down
I don’t want you to feel like I’m not around
We’re always turning the tables, we’re still chasing stable
I hope that we change, and that we stay the same
You’re trying to tune in what’s on my mind
But I don’t have the words you easily find
You push my hand away, as if I don’t know
We‘re two feet apart but nowhere close, nowhere close
We’re always turning the tables, we’re still chasing stable
I hope that we change, and that we stay the same
Overwhelmed by everything I’m working through
I know that you can't tell but I'll give you proof
I know you well, I’ll never stop reaching for you
We’re always turning the tables, we’re still chasing stable
I hope that we change, and that we stay the same
We’re always turning the tables, we’re still chasing stable
I hope that we change, and that we stay the same
℗© 2015 Bradford Loomis and Zarni deVette Lineage Artistry Publishing and SNG Publishing
|
||||
6. |
The Break
04:52
|
|||
|
Everyone’s got their vices Lord knows I’ve got mine
For some it’s the bottle, for others it’s chasing their dreams
Made sacrifices heard truth in the lies
My foot on the throttle trying to outrun my demons
I know all the reasons why I shouldn’t even try
But still, I can’t let go
All of these highs and all of these lows
Can’t take my eyes off of where this could go
All of this time spent out on the road
For years I’ve been grinding the gears on my soul
All I need is, just one reason
Every minute and mile underneath these wheels
Gets me closer to that moment where I find my way
I know all the reasons why I shouldn’t even try, but still I, I can’t let go
All of these highs and all of these lows
Can’t take my eyes off of where this could go
All of this time spent out on the road
For years I’ve been grinding the gears on my soul
All I need is, just one reason
All I need to never stop trying, is just one single reason why
Lord I need this like a radio Jesus
All of these highs and all of these lows
Can’t take my eyes off of where this could go
All of this time spent out on the road
For years I’ve been grinding the gears on my soul
All I need is, just one reason
℗© 2019 Bradford Loomis & Austin Jenckes Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
7. |
||||
|
Out here where the light ends, and the penitent preen
Oh they're all dolled up like a million bucks
Waiting on a dream, but they never sleep, no they never sleep
Out here where the light tends and the pardoned gnash their teeth
The fate they staved is the penalty craved
When their justice leaves its sheath, Lord have mercy on me
I'll be the stories that you tell, if you'll be my something blue
You can be that wishing well, that I'd dive into
We'll be the swinging bell, we'll be the swinging bell
Out here where the bell rests, on garters and slings
The weathered ropes that you were shown in hopes
That they would someday sing
I'll be the stories you tell, if you'll be my something blue
You can be that wishing well, that I'd dive into
When ashes of fasted passions, weigh more than they mean to you
When all of those dreams they said couldn't be, come true
We'll be the swinging bell, we'll be the swinging bell
℗© 2019 Bradford Loomis and Kimberly Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
8. |
Good Old Days
04:31
|
|||
|
I want to run with a rat pack of misfits
Playing the blues with my brothers on a mission
Bending the strings till Jimi brings me back to life
I want to wear a pair of dark sunglasses
Dressed in black, Johnny Cash badass, no selling out
But I’m selling out the Grand Old Opry, like nobody gonna stop me on a Saturday night
I want to cut loose like there’s nothing to prove, just like they used to do in them good old days
I want to sing like there’s nobody listening, it ain’t too late to make today them good old days
Want to be a, bad to the bone, juke box shaker
A back to the future history maker
I want to go where there ain’t no roads to hold me
I want to play in a rock n roll circus, I want to feel like for once I deserve this
I’ve been down this heartworn highway I’m gonna make it, gonna be somebody my way
I want to cut loose like there’s nothing to prove, just like they used to do in them good old days
I want to sing like there’s nobody listening, it ain’t too late to make today them good old days
I want to put on a show like I’m Springsteen’s rival, burn up the stage like a tent revival
Like Jesus and Petty and all of my American idols
I want to cut loose like there’s nothing to prove, just like they used to do in them good old days
I want to sing like there’s nobody listening, it ain’t too late to make today them good old days
It ain’t too late to make today them good old days
It’s never too late to make today them good old days
℗© 2019 Austin Jenckes and Bradford Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
9. |
Righteous Kind
03:30
|
|||
|
It's a white knuckle ride on the edge of your seat
It's trying to get your breath when you're caught in the drink
Keep pushing on the throttle underneath my feet I swear
I'm in deep for the things I've done, everything is sweeter when you live on the run
You don't know what you had until it's only in the past I guess
Everything comes to an end
I ain't the righteous kind, there's a fire in my soul that I can't hide
and if it gets loose it's going to burn this whole thing down
I am the prodigal son, I come home just like a loaded gun
I’ll find rest when I'm six feet underground
I'm coming back around
Bitterness creeping like a setting sun, fear always favors the fortunate ones
If you've never seen the reckoning, then how can you know what you have
You done forgiveness what justice you could, but what is it worth if it does you no good
We'll never get past what we couldn't make last in halves
I ain't the righteous kind, there's a fire in my soul that I can't hide
and if it gets loose it's going to burn this whole thing down
I am the prodigal son, I come home just like a loaded gun
I’ll find rest when I'm six feet underground
I come home like a loaded gun
I come home like a loaded gun/six feet underground
When the days are done like the words that you spoke, shadows cast like their etched in stone
If the shadows’ve got you guessing then why don't you turn on the lights
Well I ain't the righteous kind, there's a fire in my soul that I can't hide
And if it gets loose it's going to burn this whole thing down
I am the prodigal son, I come home just like a loaded gun
I’ll find rest when I'm six feet underground
I ain't the righteous kind, there's a fire in my soul that I can't hide
And if it gets loose it's going to burn this whole thing down
℗© 2019 Bradford Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
10. |
Water and Wine
04:19
|
|||
|
Never without doubt, always needing sway
A whispered prize, drew bleary eyes, You were always proud
Blood is thicker than water, You poured out the wine
I’ll drink the means like promising, I’ll never leave Your side
No matter what I said, You were always on my mind
Every word I spoke, Every time You stayed
With all these lies, a poor disguise, You never gave up hope
Blood is thicker than water, You poured out the wine
I’ll drink the means like promising, I’ll never leave Your side
No matter where I’ve been, You were always on my mind
Always, You were always, You were always on my mind
You were always, You were always, You were always on my mind
You were always, You were always, You were always on my mind
Blood is thicker than water, You poured out the wine
I’ll drink the means like promising, I’ll never leave Your side
No matter what I said, You were always on my mind
℗© 2018 Bradford Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
11. |
Stories
04:27
|
|||
|
So I heard about Jesus on the radio
I was humming along like it was a song that I've always known
And I never get past my circumstance
I'm a recidivist with a desperate wish for one last chance
But if I could hear you breathing just this once, but if I could hear you breathing just this once
Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine
We'll sing them like a song about how love just wasn't right
I've been waiting on my heart like it's hard to find
I'm so tired of giving up one breath at a time
I know it's hard for someone to change
But the promise we made is like a crowded parade I just can't escape
I've never known, never known what it meant
I’ve got nothing to give, just this moment to live, but maybe that's well spent
But if I could hear you breathing just this once, but if I could hear you breathing just this once
Tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine
We'll sing them like a song about how love just wasn't right
I've been waiting on my heart like it's hard to find
I'm so tired of giving up one breath at a time
I swear I won't stop now, I'll push on through when I don't know how
I'll bury the old me in the ground
I'm never giving up, I won't quit now I've not had enough
I'll drink it down, this bitter cup
So tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine
We'll sing them like a song about how love just wasn't right
I've been waiting on my heart like it's hard to find
I'm so tired of giving up one breath at a time
℗© 2019 Bradford Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
12. |
Wayward Son
03:30
|
|||
|
Lord have mercy on a poor man's son
When the well runs dry and hope is like a drum
When all that you've saved withers and fades like the setting of a winter's sun
And the levee breaks and poverty takes hold like a raging flood
Lord, I am weak
Blessed are the weary and worn burdened by grief
I will tend to the shorn forgive my unbelief
When the suffering's like a bitter sting and it gathers in the shade of your heart
And your veins are venom laced from the bite of all the fiery darts
Lord, I am weak
Blessed are the poor in spirit and the makers of peace
All the refugees cry, but we've turned the other cheek
When the children make war, with bitter scorn, for those whom they should seek
And charity hides in meritorious guise
But our persecutions free
Lord, I am weak
℗© 2019 Bradford Loomis Lineage Artistry Publishing
|
||||
Bradford Loomis Nashville, Tennessee
Brad marries grit and melody to dig to the roots of American folklore and speak of the raw reality of the human condition with soul, passion, and hope. Brad’s stories span a lifetime of relatable emotions, be it the bitterness of loss, the deep longing of regret, the enduring hope of love, or the elation of joy. ... more
If you like Bradford Loomis, you may also like:
Feel The Ground You Walk Upon
by Lewis McLaughlin
Old-fashioned fiddles harmonize with rippling synths on the Scottish singer-songwriter's latest collection of original folk songs.
go to album
Phototherapy EP
by Fahim Rahman
A collection of twinkling bedroom folk-pop demos from Fahim Rahman that arcs from hushed intimacy to sweeping cinematic emotionality.
go to album
Forever Only Idaho
by Harrison Lemke
Big, strummy songs that recall the heart-on-sleeve earnestness and lo-fi glory of early Mountain Goats.
go to album
Postcards From the Country
by Trae Sheehan
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP.
go to album
Thumbs Up Angel
by Mink's Miracle Medicine
The first single from Mink's Miracle Medicine forthcoming LP is a shimmery work of melancholy modern country.
go to album
Pittsburgh artist Merce Lemon makes tender and open-hearted indie pop with echoes of Frankie Cosmos.
go to album
Sweet and honest bedroom pop made with the sparest of instrumentation and topped with poetically melancholy lyrics.
go to album
