Violins
by Brady O'Keefe
Kendall Walton
Kendall Walton
So beautifully emotional
Favorite track: Houdini.
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1. |
Kidding
02:43
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Wings
06:22
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This world is tearing out her teeth.
She swears her heart don't bleed;
Never this bad.
Curse of the species, she maintains,
with hope that we might change
or spend these lives afraid.
She says, "Good luck finding me again."
Because she knows how I find what I don't seek.
But, on this bridge across the sea, I stand.
& who will save me from Sir Isaac's dream? This land of the free?
Her colors run from rain, but I think she's painting me.
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I miss the blue September sky, the candles of July
& the fire in my eyes.
I've read some lips within the dark,
I've heard some breaking hearts & I've seen the scars.
If we fall below that damn trap door, that hole we dug in the floor,
then she found out what that lever was for.
But I recall dreams of stealing cars; Drives to where I'm far away.
What a wonderful place to be lost.
& when the highways all got crossed
& the wheels had all fall off,
I dreamed I'd take me a walk.
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She says, "Good luck trying to breathe again."
Because she knows how I'd smoke these lungs to sleep.
So every night I try to dream again, but how could I sleep?
If dead men never weep, then how could I believe?
But, on the day she caught me between the bridge & the sea,
I swear I saw her wings.
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3. |
Where We Lost the Wheels
05:02
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If I hijack the train I’ve been sleeping on,
would you follow me & reap the benefits of wandering?
Because I know something is bound to break;
My legs or my chains?
I’ve got to get the hell off of this train I’m on because, for too long, these tracks have been bending wrong & they’ll be burning coal until its gone.
So, what now that the clock has thrown out his arm?
The shut down life of the party,
but somehow, I’m tardy to get to bed last night again.
But, all I need to take from life is my own precious time. I watched those first two decades pass me by, surprised I’m still alive.
But hey, at least I’ll try.
Still, every day, the light inside me grows
a little but less bright.
Today on the news they told me Jesus is dead.
Is it blasphemy to buy his book & never make the time to read it? I want to be good but I don't want to die young.
But gone, the days of criminals hung.
Today I went to church and found it burning down.
So, God’s gotta buy a new house
& heaven’s got no angels around
with pearly gates as black as the clouds.
So, what now, that the clock has thrown out his arm?
The burnout boy with his dropout joy won’t last.
But this is not my easiest way out.
This is where we lost the wheels I found.
Too young then to leave my home, too old now to cry.
But every day the sunlight leaves these eyes
a little bit less blind.
So why, oh why...
Why would I waste all my brightest nine to fives?
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4. |
City Song
05:38
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New York's silly city sings
taxi cabs to accompany
But, this jungle is not so green
& the tallest trees I've ever seen
I've got friend's I seldom see
I've got a bed, but I seldom sleep
So, Santa Claus, don't spoil me
if I'm not home by Christmas Eve
Hello, I'm a monkey, I'm a man
I've been told to climb these trees the best I can
Then, a little pig spun me one little story
about something big & bad & headed for me
Now I'm stacking bricks to heed his big, bad warning
If I see the morning, I'll mourn two friends gone before me
First time stealing at sixteen
the day I graced the sky with a B.B.
But, that bird still haunts my dreams
& I curse the hands that took the wings
Someone, save the monkey, shoot the man
The keeper of the zoo; my evil twin
But, "The cage is not a curse, it is a blessing"
Until freedom, in the mind, starts manifesting
So, if first thing is first, I'm stopping second guessing
& when I see the moon, that ring of keys, I'll be collecting
New York's weary city sleeps
Brooklyn cries, Manhattan weeps
But I've given up on counting sheep
No stars above, no home to me
Walking just to lift my feet
No quicker sand than this concrete
No place like home, no better time machine
But, I still don't know;
Am I more man or monkey?
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5. |
The Dirty Hemp
02:06
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6. |
Houdini
07:12
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Go.
Go & go alone.
Go while you're young,
before all you said wasn't done,
while your legs can run.
A sign
Should a sign arise,
then watch the fools divide
to port or three starboards.
Reserve your right.
But, grab a coat,
don't forget the ropes
& show them to your ghost.
Bring just enough for the sails you've sewn
Waste no line, wind or time on the flag you'd flown
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Was last seen waving goodbye
from the beach, where he will die,
for the summer sun to bleach him white.
So, "Fare & fly well & high!" I should've cried.
But, my trusty anchor,
unchained, will descend.
So, be brave now, old friend
& rust away your trust in men,
when down & down you go again.
Then, straight from the river's mouth, fell an ocean.
A lighthouse in a white blouse, stood the siren.
& right then, the deep end never looked so shallow.
& had His bedroom ever bled such a red,
as it did this morning, when we woke,
when the day broke?
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Touring Stockholm won't barricade the brig.
A weathered cage for the truth He wouldn't sing,
but, twenty years between the deck and the abyss,
until the syndrome & sin drove the locks from His lips
& He said,
"Go & cut me right down the middle.
Because, we all need a second fiddle
& I've been dying to feel the sickle.
So bring an ear close & hear about your hero:
Those ill-hammered nails bloodied no son of mine!
His needles thread lined sleeves of hidden wines;
the Houdini of his time.
No, he didn't have to die.
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Violins;
Today a cow died for my sins again.
What an image to be painted in,
but, it has never dried so slow,
so go.
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7. |
Por Qué
05:08
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Bury me next to my dog,
to serve my sentence there,
under our backyard.
But, leave a shovel in my arms.
I'll wake up & I'll carve a hole into my heart,
a tunnel to the stars.
Why a milky way so great?
Why an ocean dug so deep?
Why this frame of time for me?
& why this tiny galaxy?
Why the stars that I can't see,
why the light years in between
& why a heaven out of reach?
A species cursed, but we'll maintain
a stranger's wave is not so strange,
a mother's love that knows no range.
So, give us pistols, give us planes.
Give us hope that we might change.
Give us time to try again.
Give us wine made from the rain.
My obituary's gallery:
One newborn, on elderly.
& what a shame; this age may look the best on me.
I'm scared I'll work these days away
while my puppy's turning grey.
But, I'll be back, for her, to stay,
but, I'll never live to see that day.
There's no way.
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8. |
Houdini (Radio Edit)
04:00
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Go.
Go & go alone.
Go while you're young,
before all you said wasn't done,
while your legs can run.
A sign
Should a sign arise,
then watch the fools divide
to port or three starboards.
Reserve your right.
But, grab a coat,
don't forget the ropes
& show them to your ghost.
Bring just enough for the sails you've sewn
Waste no line, wind or time on the flag you'd flown
----
Was last seen waving goodbye
from the beach, where he will die,
for the summer sun to bleach him white.
So, "Fare & fly well & high!" I should've cried.
But, my trusty anchor,
unchained, will descend.
So, be brave now, old friend
& rust away your trust in men,
when down & down you go again.
Then, straight from the river's mouth, fell an ocean.
A lighthouse in a white blouse, stood the siren.
& right then, the deep end never looked so shallow.
& had His bedroom ever bled such a red,
as it did this morning, when we woke,
when the day broke?
----
Touring Stockholm won't barricade the brig.
A weathered cage for the truth He wouldn't sing,
but, twenty years between the deck and the abyss,
until the syndrome & sin drove the locks from His lips
& He said,
"Go & cut me right down the middle.
Because, we all need a second fiddle
& I've been dying to feel the sickle.
So bring an ear close & hear about your hero:
Those ill-hammered nails bloodied no son of mine!
His needles thread lined sleeves of hidden wines;
the Houdini of his time.
No, he didn't have to die.
----
Violins;
Today a cow died for my sins again.
What an image to be painted in,
but, it has never dried so slow,
so go.
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about
A farewell to adolescence and a resolute step into adulthood, this record album is a dissertation on the changes I never saw coming. This is a record I meant to finish years ago, but, better late than never. Please enjoy.
credits
released March 19, 2018
Brady O'Keefe, alone, wrote, recorded, mixed & mastered this record.
I am beyond thankful for all of the people in my life that were patient enough and supportive of me while I struggled though this process.
Thank you to my parents' for the unwavering support,
to my beautiful girlfriend, Marli, for her unconditional patience & love,
to all my friends who lent me the gear I needed to make this possible (Mike, Jordan, Tom, Nick, Dad - among others),
to Tom for keeping it real and pushing me harder than I could alone,
to ΣAM for the good times I needed,
to my sister for the amazing artwork,
& to Jay, Doug & Dave for setting the groundwork.
Brady O'Keefe, alone, wrote, recorded, mixed & mastered this record.
I am beyond thankful for all of the people in my life that were patient enough and supportive of me while I struggled though this process.
Thank you to my parents' for the unwavering support,
to my beautiful girlfriend, Marli, for her unconditional patience & love,
to all my friends who lent me the gear I needed to make this possible (Mike, Jordan, Tom, Nick, Dad - among others),
to Tom for keeping it real and pushing me harder than I could alone,
to ΣAM for the good times I needed,
to my sister for the amazing artwork,
& to Jay, Doug & Dave for setting the groundwork.
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Brady O'Keefe Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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