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the ellipsis album

by Brad Peterson

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1.
Abounding constellations shown Luminous we’re not alone Traverse a path when the night is dim We wouldn’t sleep in the state we’re in Tried and took a fall Tired and emotional We don’t know which way is up What may be will be With our friends and enemies Take from us this immense cup Somewhere further down the stream someone from a dream Nothing as it seems Hark ye come forth here and now All we dare avow What the open heart allows Full stop turn it around Is what the open heart allows Somewhere further down the stream someone from a dream Nothing as it seems Hark ye come forth here and now Abounding constellations shown Luminous we’re not alone Traverse a path when the night is dim We wouldn’t sleep in the state we’re in Somewhere further down the stream someone from a dream Nothing as it seems Hark ye come forth here and now All we dare avow What the open heart allows Oh What the open heart allows Oh What the open heart allows
2.
Unbroken 02:56
For the time not long ago Not long ago We suffered so To settle all we owe There'll come a day There'll come delight Rejoice be glad Everything will be allright A bit worn down Yet still unbroken A bit worn down Yet still unbroken A bit worn down Yet still unbroken I don’t want to dwell I don’t want distress We’re gonna rid ourselves of all we possess I cannot tell I cannot guess Who’s to say what is more Who’s to say which is less For the time not long ago Not long ago We suffered so To settle all we owe There'll come a day There'll come delight Rejoice be glad Everything will be allright A bit worn down Yet still unbroken A bit worn down Yet still unbroken
3.
Everybody stand Everybody clap your hands Across the land Everybody clap your hands Won't you clap your hands By happenstance We all got up to dance We took a chance We all got up to dance We got up to dance Oh Won't you clap your hands We don’t have a plan We don’t need to understand There’s no demand Just listen to the band The backbeat is grand Oh Won't you clap your hands Oh Won't you clap your hands
4.
Of far-off things we’ve thought today Our cares dissolve and fade let’s go To the far-off places Remembrance of how it was With woes forgotten just because we’ll know In those far-off places To Far-off places To Far-off places we’ll go The walls dissolve from where we stay Our care will slowly fade away for to Beguile and engrace us Warm golden light and floral scent A gentle breeze our hearts distend By smiles of those foreign faces To Far-off places To Far-off places we’ll go From a drawn-beat haunt Amongst the empty vaunt Ameliorate detente There lies our hidden want To Far-off places To Far-off places we’ll go
5.
Just in Time 01:52
Hey! I have heard the words were spoken it's not too absurd no promise broken this will be our year that our lives are intertwined because we got here Just In Time You and I are are two of a pair And everything I have is to share You and I are two of a pair and everything I have is to share this will be our year that our lives are intertwined because we got here Just In Time Just In Time Just In Time this will be our year that our lives are intertwined because we got here Just In Time
6.
all roads lead to home feel the blowing hear the engine drone we're on track heading back past the lilacs in the grove all roads lead to home warmly welcomed like an old friend returning from afar small and dim summer stars i recognize where we are how far we've come all roads lead to home all roads lead to home
7.
This is the montage song We’re getting stuff done Accomplishing a daunting task But still having fun Sawing some wood And hammer some nail Trying again whenever we fail Doing lots of stuff in under a minute and thirty seconds Slow down the film for effect Then we pull the focus from the object to the subject This is the montage song We’re getting stuff done Accomplishing a daunting task But still having fun Sawing some wood And hammer some nail Trying again whenever we fail Doing lots of stuff in under a minute and thirty seconds
8.
Underwear 01:35
I think about you all the time I try hard to avert my eyes there's no use denying though I keep on trying I can't help but stare I'm picturing you In your underwear I do my best to walk on by To be respectful and comply there's no use denying though I keep on trying I can't help but stare I'm picturing you In your underwear
9.
The beggar and the king The fool and I we bring Everything is here for you Anything that you may want It’s right here Forget about yesterday Tomorrow’s coming into view Everyone and everything is coming clear It’s right here Anything that you may want It’s right here Anything that you may want It’s right here
10.
old clothes worn threadbare thin the photograph that fades and torn where it's pinned the dust floats through the light swirls around and passes in a lonely aimless flight letters written and never sent from a faithful fool to a phantom friend slowing down begin to end what it doesn't break the wind does only bend the sand upon a distant shore has been washed away then to return again crossed the waters to escape the thrall all the creatures great and small stood in wonder of it all yea then gradually the white dissolves to black thunder rumbles far away' sleeping with eyes open soon we'll rue the day embers drift from distant flame the smoke is slowly shifting and soon will come the rain
11.
Astuciously you drew the curtains While I put the kettle on The morning sky is dim and blurry With dew upon the lawn Behold the Lesser Celandine Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine The garden trowel and gumboots are muddy While I wheelbarrow along To meditative contemplation In the shed where I belong Behold the Lesser Celandine Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine Oh from thy fair and shining youth Age might but take The things Youth Took for sake Lovingly washing the dishes And take the garbage to the curb Walking around on my tiptoes So carefully not to disturb Behold the Lesser Celandine Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine Oh from thy fair and shining youth Age might but take The things Youth Took for sake
12.
Barrage balloons waft The hum of Heinkles amidst the Messers zoom aloft Homes set aflame late the afternoon in september But then the spitfires came Ellipses of tracers And the thunder of bombs Keep calm and carry on Esprit de corps stood Like the dome saint paul And the Hurricanes flew as fast as they could Ellipses of tracers And the thunder of bombs Keep calm and carry on In the low tide The sea lion sleeps tonight The gramophone played In the shelter and echoed Vera -we’ll meet again A garden anew amid a crater Where seeds of death were sown vegetables grew Ellipses of tracers And the thunder of bombs Keep calm and carry on
13.
Well you can write your name Or you can sing your song You can bid or build until your toil is long Everything fades And everyone dies I’ll see you on the other side You might drive to Maine Or own a splendid car You might be well-known in the place you are Let it all go And just enjoy the ride And I’ll see you on the other side You may not have a home Or s stitch of clothes You may stand abandoned Left here on your own We we can’t stay We cannot hide I’ll see you on the other side I’ll see you on the other side I’ll see you on the other side

about

Brad Peterson is an indie-pop singer-songwriter from a wooded area near Lake Michigan north of Chicago, where he built a little back-yard garden shed – effectively a music-making laboratory where he writes and records his songs. “I created the hideout I’d always dreamed of having when I was a kid – but this time around as an acoustically-conducive workspace. It took months to build, working most every day with many dozens of trips to the lumber yard. On the walls and in cases are dozens of instruments of all sorts: strings, woodwinds, brass, keys, percussion; I also have an electronics lab for modifying circuits. I get an idea before my first sip of coffee, and by the time I go to bed, there’s a brand new song.”

Brad has shared stages with Jeff Buckley and Radiohead, but stopped making music after a spinal injury left him partially paralyzed and unable to record or perform for several years. “It became a struggle to brush my teeth and get dressed, so playing guitar wasn’t really on my list of priorities at that point. I withdrew into isolation, and it was an arduous journey back – but things are better now than ever. I think the songs have evolved with the pain – so I suppose, in a way, it was a gift. With the help of skilled doctors, long months of rehabilitation, and painful hard work, I’m back to physical – and musical – health with ‘The Ellipsis Album.’ The idea for the record occurred to me on a hazy-pale morning out by the shed. The air was perfumed with fresh-ground coffee and I saw beams of sunlight through tall pines slowly shifting like from a blurry dream. A sense of calm came over me like a murmur of hushed ambient sounds. From my dust-covered speakers came a warm tone seeming to reveal long-kept secrets and childhood memories of a smile of a familiar face. Attempting to describe it any further would be superfluous, so I’ll just let the music on ‘the ellipsis album’ speak for itself.”

This is the first record Brad has completely produced himself – from writing, to playing all the instruments, engineering and mastering: “I didn’t deliberately set out to perform everything myself – it was just the natural result of eliminating the sometimes tiresome steps involved in having other musicians learn and play my ideas. That streamlined process allows me to do it all with a less cumbersome – literal DIY approach.”

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released September 22, 2017

All songs written, performed, and produced by Brad Peterson

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Brad Peterson Chicago, Illinois

The word ‘maverick’ gets thrown around a lot; politicians, cowboys, designers and others have all been labeled as such when a soul sets itself apart from the mean in order to find out what is truly possible. Singer/songwriter Brad Peterson exemplifies the ethos of the independent, intrepid musician better than almost anyone. ... more

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