Close your eyes, baby
Turn and face the wall
If you hear those heavy footsteps
Come and echo down the hall
Bundle up inside your bed
Just wait for the night...
Close your eyes, baby
Turn and face the wall
If you hear those heavy footsteps
Come and echo down the hall
Bundle up inside your bed
Just wait for the night to end
In the morning we'll pretend
That there was no one there at all
I used to love that man
You used to look up to him too
All that changed
When he found his way into
The pipe he hid in his shoe
Baby, here's the form
You've got to turn it in at school
The judge said it would keep us safe
When he handed down his rule
I called the office yesterday
They told me that they have a way
To keep your daddy far away
If he tries to come take you
I used to love that man
You used to look up to him too
All that changed
When he found his way into
The pipe he hid in his shoe
Baby don't forget
Don't show anyone your key
You heard daddy say
He would come take you from me
We never know who he might send
Could be stranger, could be friend
Run home from the bus stop while
The driver can still see
I used to love that man
You used to look up to him too
All that changed
When he found his way into
The pipe he hid in his shoe
Close your eyes, baby
Turn and face the wall
If you hear those heavy footsteps
Come and echo down the hall
Momma's going to make her stand
I'm sure the judge won't understand
In the morning we'll pretend
That there was no one there at all
In the morning we'll pretend
That there was no one there at all
(c) By Brad Rourke
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Words and Music by Brad Rourke
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10/24/08 11:53:48AM @mark-reed:
Great song, solid guitar work, immaculate vocals well done
11/06/06 01:36:00PM @chrickon:
Like the spare arrangement on this and i think the story speaks for itself.
Great job.
Christer
Did Brad Rourke grow up in Detroit, hanging out in Cass Corridor dives like the Old Miami and The Uncooperative where Grief Factory and the 3-D Invisibles...
Did Brad Rourke grow up in Detroit, hanging out in Cass Corridor dives like the Old Miami and The Uncooperative where Grief Factory and the 3-D Invisibles killed? Did he crawl through the Berkeley punk scene back when Fang and MDC still ruled, and get thrown out of a Pogues show at the Fillmore for stage diving? Has he worshipped Nick Cave ever since Prayers on Fire? GUILTY AS CHARGED.
So why is Brad Rourke singing country-lonesome songs about losers and left-behinds, armed with a guitar and his smokey, whiskey voice? Cause that's who he knows.
Brad Rourke is a singer-songwriter based in Rockville, Maryland. He writes and sings songs about the fissures and cracks in everyday life. His songs will drag you down. The people you meet in them are stuck, caught in their own self-destruction in a place where nothing comes free. If you dig people like that as much as Brad does, come along. Maybe they'll let you stay awhile.
Great song, solid guitar work, immaculate vocals well done
Like the spare arrangement on this and i think the story speaks for itself.
Great job.
Christer