01 GIFTS
02 NO PLACE LIKE HOME
03 SAME LOVE
04 THE TRAVELING ONES
05 SPACE OF TWO
06 NOWHERE ANYWHERE
07 RATHER THAN LOVE
08 FARTHER TO FALL
09 SEA FEVER

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Carl and I have traveled many miles together, from being members of the Woodstock N.Y. band, Lazarus, to the years we spent touring in support of my A&M projects, to the Street Records years. For this recording, we played the songs in my studio together until the day they felt right, (August 20, 2010), then hit the record button.

David Bradstreet: Vocals / Martin D35 acoustic guitar
Carl Keesee: Lakland electric bass / voice
Produced by: Bradstreet & Keesee
Mastered by: George Seara
Cover Photo: Canon Powershot
Layout and Design: LUMA

click HERE for a PDF of Lyrics/Chords for 08.20.10

LYRICS
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GIFTS ©1974 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN

Gifts I bring are small
you can hold them in your hand.
There’s no fanfare or colored lights
no nothing that grand.
It’s easy to catch a butterfly
but so hard to turn her out.
When the snow settles ‘round again
she’s left you no doubt.

Let the breezes cool your anger
let the showers soothe your soul
Don’t let the past outrun you.
on the final stretch to home
But don’t let the race beat you to the ground.

The days are getting shorter now
nights are growing cold
welfare kids stand staring at the fire
- growing old.
It’s so warm inside your houses
but so cold on the street.
Wish I had a winter coat
and boots for my feet

Let the breezes cool your anger
let the showers soothe your soul.
Don’t let the past outrun you.
on the final stretch to home
But don’t let the race beat you to the ground

Once in a while stare into the darkness
maybe that distant star will bring us around.

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NO PLACE LIKE HOME ©1974 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN

From an old oily floor
came a handful of beautiful flowers
That bloomed every spring and gave everything
To a handful of hoboes and queens.
And I was among them, I wrote and sung
the songs that I found in my soul.
And we all grew together
'till all of our stories were told.

I recall the Great Fall of the winter
when nothing else mattered.
I rode through the snow on a train that could go
to the places my dreams never shattered.
But as I got into town my head spun around
to the warmth that came shining through.
So it's here that I've stayed
and here that I prayed that I'd find you.

Cause there's no place like home,
no place like home,
light up the fire I'm hangin’ up this wire
And I'm comin' back home.

There were times that we busted our sides
with hard belly laughter.
And counted the tears that washed away fears
of the future we went running after.
Hey Doug and hey Willie, John, Jack and Billie
and Michael and Walter and all -
it’s here that we’re flying
and here that we’ll probably fall.

Cause there's no place like home,
No place like home,
Light up the fire I'm hangin’ up this wire
And I'm comin' back home.

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SAME LOVE ©2006 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN

It's been the same love
for thirty years and counting
we're supposed to be over the hill.
But as I look out of the window
and see the hill still shining there
you know that I'd marry you still.

It's been the same love
I hoped I could be sharing
somewhere along the way.
If I'd only known then
the life that I'd be leading now
I'd do it all over again.

And all the angels listen
for the sound of a melody.
The look in your eyes
as they light up the skies
it is clear you're my heart's harmony.

It's the same love
I hope that you believe in -
one I've been trying to show.
Even at the bottom of the well
the stars are shining.
It's taken a lifetime to know.

And all the angels listen
for the sound of a melody.
Well the look in your eyes
as they light up the skies
it is clear you're my heart's harmony.

And even at the bottom of the well
the stars are shining.
It's taken a lifetime to know,
taken a lifetime to know.

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THE TRAVELING ONES ©2009 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN

We came to this country
from a crowded one.
Didn’t dare to be different
from what had been done.
But you do what you gotta
to change outcome
and keep the spirit
of the traveling ones.

Horizons are smoking,
and tempers are high.
Keep your heart open
but open your eyes.
And if it’s good where you come from
it’ll be good where you go,
if you keep the spirit
of the traveling show.

And home is the sound of a song you know.
Hope is the light at the end of the road.

Nomads are restless
and the sun is high.
The sea looks like a silk shirt
hung out to dry.
And in our little boat we’re bouncing
touching the sky,
we’re keeping the spirit
of the traveling kind.

And home is the sound of a song you know.
Hope is the light at the end of the road.

Now home feels like normal,
it’s normal I want.
I still stare at the skyline
for signs of detente.
And I can journey for miles
in the warmth of your arms -
still keeping the spirit
of the traveling ones.

And home is the sound of a song you know.
Hope is the light at the end of the road.

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SPACE OF TWO ©2009 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN

Sittin’ by the harbour, I watch you sail away,
your face reflected clearly in the disappearing wake,
and I’m thinking that the distance will always be the same,
and the bonds of velvet ribbon can stretch but never break.

‘Cause there’s something we can measure
by the echoes of our hearts,
and the space between the two of us
can never drift apart.

And I remember clearly how small the space of one
with nothing left to balance, no passion on the run.
And the two points that connect us in an infinite embrace
are by definition forever face to face.

‘Cause there’s something we can measure
by the echoes of our hearts,
and the space between the two of us
can never drift apart.

Oh the hollow sound of our house without you there.
Oh this hallowed ground, our home apart - a broken heart.

And I’ll be striving daily to preserve the space of two,
invisible connection joined by my faith in you,
and the road can be as long as a sunset on the sea
and the journey ever homeward means everything to me.

‘Cause there’s something we can measure
by the echoes of our hearts,
and the space between the two of us
can never drift apart.
No the space between the two of us
can never drift apart.

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NOWHERE ANYWHERE ©2007 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooRobert Priest / SOCAN

There are mountains in Asia
and valleys in Tennessee.
There are palms in Koh Lanta
and isles in the holy sea.
I’ve seen Salamanca
and paddled from Parry Sound.
And there’s nowhere anywhere
that’s not sacred ground.

I've seen Kilauea
and trees in Temagami.
I’ve seen tundras and pampas
and prairies where bison run free.
I’ve seen desolate deserts and swamps
where the wild geese touch down.
And there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground,
there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground

And the water swirled in circles round,
we dipped our paddles deep and down.
And everywhere we went we found -
there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground,
there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground.

There are lands put to purchase
and lands that are already sold.
There are soils that are famished
and rocks that are shattered for gold.
And wherever I paddled
and travelled the whole world round -
there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground,
there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground.

And the water swirled in circles round,
we dipped our paddles deep and down.
And everywhere we went we found -
there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground,
there's nowhere anywhere, there's nowhere anywhere
there's nowhere anywhere that's not sacred ground.

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RATHER THAN LOVE ©2010 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN

In good we trust
have faith in rain that falls
on fields of dust.
the seed will grow, the harvest calls.

The search is just
life finds its overflow,
so try we must
to keep it strong, and help it grow.

So rather than love
let’s call it a longing for
a higher thought, a fine request,
an honest wish, for your success.
But rather than love
let’s call it an open heart,
an inward look, an outward smile,
a walk with you, the final mile.

I feel the spark
in every shining eye,
in every remark,
in every laugh, in every cry.

So rather than love
let’s call it a longing for
a higher thought, a fine request,
an honest wish, for your success.
Rather than love
let’s call it an open heart,
an inward look, an outward smile,
a walk with you, the final mile.

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FARTHER TO FALL ©2010 David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music SOCAN

Oh we were young and climbing,
reaching for the heights we saw.
You held your hand out for me
as I grasped at every straw.
It was hard to keep on going,
we were seen as fools back then.
They said, “settle for the middle,
take a five instead of ten”.

Farther to fall, farther to fall.
The ones who reach up higher
have much farther to fall.

You and I had started out
together teamed as one.
We presented quite a contrast:
the Serious and the Fun.
Then you spun off on a tangent
at escape velocity,
leaving me to circle always
on the verge of breaking free.

Farther to fall, farther to fall.
The ones who reach up higher
have much farther to fall.

You lost me in the distance
so far ahead of me,
your light shone so much brighter
than the candle that was me.
We all could see you sailing
out there beyond our reach.
It’s why it shocked us gravely
when you washed up on the beach.

Farther to fall, farther to fall.
The ones who reach up higher
have much farther to fall.

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SEA FEVER ©2007 music: David Bradstreet / Subterranean Music
OOOOOOOOOOoooopoem: Used by permission of the Society of Authors as the
OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooLiterary Representative of the Estate of John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and sky.
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by.
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song
as the white sail is shaking.
And a grey mist on the sea's face
as a grey dawn is breaking.

I must go down to the seas again,
for the call of the running tide
is a wild call and a clear call
that may not be denied.
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying.
And the flung spray from a blown wave
and the sea-gulls are crying.

I must go down to the seas again,
to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way,
where the wind's like a whetted knife.
And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow rover,
and a quiet sleep and a sweet dream
when the long, long trek is over.

I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and sky.
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by.
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song
as the white sail is shaking.
And a grey mist on the sea's face
as a grey dawn is breaking.

I must go down to the seas again!