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The Dark Lovely
04:32
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“The Dark Lovely”
(Words and Music by Jon Fickes)
Cars are crashing, Trains are smashing
Rivers freezing, Oceans bleeding
The Moon is deflating like so many Balloons
And its so hot in this Room
For I am finshed and gone, gone...
The Heavenly Choir is singing Dirges
And an old man is dying alone in Brooklyn
Oh, I’ll not speak in Words I’ll speak in Flowers
And spite all the consonants wasting my hours
For I am finished and gone, gone...
Rodeo Popcorn and black, black Coffee
On that pier above the water so Haunted and Cloudy
Oh, Come to me in The Dark Lovely...
And flash me that picture of when we were both so young...
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'66 Chevelle
04:42
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“’66 Chevelle”
(Words and Music by Bradley Wik)
There's a dark cloud that’s rolling in
And I can hear that thunder off in the distance
But Tonight I’m gonna ride this old Highway, all the way down
And find that little girl who stole my heart so many years ago
I’m leaving New York behind
And coming Home to find...
My Love, My Love
I’m coming Home
And many Nights I’ve tried to go back to our younger days
Listenin’ to the Stones in her daddy’s car
Out on some Lost Highway
And we’d just pull that car off to the side of the road
And we’d drink and we’d kiss and we’d talk about the future
We were so young just then
In the back of her daddy’s ’66 Chevelle
Baby Blue
And I loved that car, but I still love you...
My Love, My Love
I’m coming Home
And this is for all the Girls, just losing themselves in the backseats of old parked cars
They never knew what they were looking for or just how far
And this is for all the Boys, who always talked so big but couldn’t see so clear
Behind all those cheap cigarettes and warm beer
My Love, My Love
I’m Coming Home...
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“This Old House”
(Words and Music by Bradley Wik)
She only tells lies til the liquor hits her lips
She only moves so quiet til the music shakes her hips
But she’s already looking around for someone new to kiss
She only sings the songs everybody loves
She only whispers words she knows I’m thinking of
But she’s already looking around for someone to take my place
Just a different name and a different face...
The City Lights they lit her up
And she forgot just who she was
And I know that she wants to go
But she won’t go alone
And sometimes you got to go alone...
And her Love is like This Old House
I ain’t the first and I won’t be the last
Everything beautiful someday comes to pass
But I ain’t the first and I won’t be the last
You can see the scratches and holes in the walls
Just painted over when the new boys come to call...
The City Lights they lit her up
And she forgot just who she was
And I know that she wants to go
But she won’t go alone
And sometimes you got to go alone...
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Midwest Winters
05:02
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“Midwest Winters”
(Words and Music by Bradley Wik)
You can hear the plows at two-thirty in the morning
But by the time you go to work everything will be covered again
And as you park the car you can see that morning sun
But it will already be gone by the time your work is done
Those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away
You can try to wash it off on the banks of the Mississippi River
but those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away...
I remember staring out at the fields of white in the morning
Knowing everything would change but not knowing when
And we only prayed on the brightest stars in the sky
Hoping God would let us stay kids but He never did
And now we know why
Cause those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away
You can try to wash it off on the banks of the Mississippi River
but those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away...
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“She Will Never Return to Me”
(Words and Music by Bradley Wik)
With her eyes like Sailor’s Stars through a night so sad and still
She paints a Silver Ghost on a broken window sill
And on from the summer she finds her Saintly Will
But She Will Never Return to Me...
She whispers and fades like a man she once knew
And dances with the Poets with bells in their shoes
She hits all the notes when she hums the tunes
But She Will Never Return to Me...
She’s dreaming of a Church so high above the Sea
With its purple windows looking down the hall to me
But I will always fall and she will always be
Just out of reach riding on through the Winter
I kissed her in the Parlour with the moonlight fading fast
The chandelier now glistening said “Nothing ever lasts”
But I’m dreaming of a Shadow
And I’m still dreaming of the Past
Cause She Will Never Return to Me...
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“Friday Night is for the Drinkers”
(Words and Music by Bradley Wik)
The Lonely Girls walk with their heads hung down
They don’t want to look any of the Boys in the eye
The Lonely Girls walk with their heads hung down
They’re just a little too scared to ask any of them Boys for a ride
Sometimes it feels like the whole City is coming down on you...
And I think of all the Girls trying to find a way back home
And all those Broken Promises that left them alone...
All the Boys with the cars at all the Downtown bars
They never go home alone
All the Boys with the cars at all the Downtown bars
They never go home alone
But sometimes it feels like the whole City is coming down on you...
And I think of all the Girls trying to find a way back home
And all those Broken Promises that left them alone...
And all those Girls from the City they all look so pretty in their Summer Clothes
And those Long Island Girls they always act as if they know
Those Girls from the Bronx they leave early
But they always show you a good time
But those Brooklyn Girls they don’t even come out unless you get’em a ride...
Friday Night is for the Drinkers trying to shake off the week
And Saturday Night is for all the Boys and Girls trying to find someplace new to sleep...
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“I am not Afraid”
(Words and Music by Bradley Wik)
Babe, I know tonight that your thoughts are not with me
But if you still feel uncertain
Then baby call on me
And baby call on me cause I am not Afraid...
And baby watch me run through those waving fields
Where I was born, Lord, so many years ago
And Baby watch me run cause I am not Afraid...
Baby, do you still
Do you still believe in God?
Every Sunday morning you, me, your brother and your mom
But I never touched the Water
That Wine never wet my lips
But I still believe that God could have saved us from all this...
Babe, remember me cause I am not Afraid...
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8. |
Just Like Jon Fickes
08:14
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“Just Like Jon Fickes”
(Words and Music by Bradley Wik)
I met her two weeks before she died
She took the train out from Chicago
She rode in on the back of a dream of a Folk Music Scene
that died back in ’63
Her dusty old broken beat-up guitar case said that she was
true, but that’s just between me and you
And you could hear it in her voice that she had really
lived it, not just read it in some old, cracked novel or a folk song
And she was just like me when she came out to the City
She was too young to know but man, oh man, she hated the snow...
She came looking for the songs she came looking for the moon but she had everything and man, she knew
She was a pretty Midwestern Girl just looking for a Home
And it was Jon who said that she was “Just Like Odysseus”
Too far from Home and waiting for her deliverance
And I guess he was right...
She wandered around the Village for days looking for what it had so many years ago
But all she found was Rich Kids and Hangers-on and those winter winds were cold
Then she made her way over to Greenpoint, Brooklyn
That’s where I heard those songs
But it wouldn’t be long...
She sang about the year she spent in Chicago and how those Midwest Winters will suck your soul
She was a kindred spirit and it warmed my heart just to hear it...
She came looking for the songs she came looking for the moon but she had everything and man, she knew
She was a pretty Midwestern Girl just looking for a Home
And it was Jon who said that she was “Just Like Odysseus”
Too far from Home and waiting for her deliverance
And I guess he was right...
She always closed her eyes when she would sing
Like she couldn’t help but remember all the pain
And she moved just like an Angel up there with that guitar in her hands
And all the Boys, all the Boys they all wanted to be her man...
She came looking for the songs she came looking for the moon but she had everything and man, she knew
She was a pretty Midwestern Girl just looking for a Home
And it was Jon who said that she was “Just Like Odysseus”
Too far from Home and waiting for her deliverance
And I guess he was right...
And she sang like she knew too much
Like she’d never been in love
You could hear it in her soul
That she’d spent too many years just trying to find a Home
Now, her name it only comes up over drinks at the Winchester
Nobody else seems to remember her...
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Bradley Wik and the Charlatans Charlotte, North Carolina
Your ears are ringing as you pour yourselves out of the bar and into the street, still laughing.
The moon is bright
in the night sky and the way it mixes with the streetlights makes you see each other in a way you’ve missed for the last few years. In that moment, all the hard times fade away. She smiles and grabs your hand as you think to yourself, “Some Girls Still Love Rock N’ Roll…”
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