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Robert Bradley's Postcard
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Pop
Robert Bradley's Postcard was released on September 28, 1999 by RCA/Legacy as a part of the album The Luxury of Time
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Release DateSeptember 28, 1999
LabelRCA/Legacy
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Mead
David Mead
Vocals
Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
Keyboards
Kenny Aronoff
Kenny Aronoff
Drums
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass Guitar
Rusty Anderson
Rusty Anderson
Electric Guitar
Mike Lawler
Mike Lawler
Organ
Paul Hager
Paul Hager
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Mead
David Mead
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Collins
Peter Collins
Producer
Jason Lehning
Jason Lehning
Recording Engineer
Roger Moutenot
Roger Moutenot
Recording Engineer
Paul Hager
Paul Hager
Recording Engineer
Mike Shipley
Mike Shipley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Let's sing a song
For a thousand years heard
Allen Ginsberg just died
From the back of the bus
I wrote the postcard
I said I was happy, but I lied
Six feet in hallowed ground
Rolled over to the sound of freedom
The boy can't help it if he's cut out bleeding
This is a story
Born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory
Love all you make of America
And neutralize your focus
Or I doubt you'll even notice when you're gone
I pledge allegiance
To Marlon Brando
God kissed the Buddha and he sighed
The court and spark
Of Robert Bradley
The poet knows it when he's right
God bless the ground you break
God save the earth you take
'Cause maybe
The crowd won't love a seven-foot-eight baby
This is a story
Born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory
Love all you make of America
And neutralize your focus
Or I doubt you'll even notice when you're gone
Cut out the fat
I'm down with that
I'm down with that
Cut out your bullshit
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of it
She sums you up
She sums you up
I placed the call
From just south of Hamburg
Said I was lonely, but I lied
She sums you up
You may not like it, but
You have the luxury of time
This is a story
Born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory
Love all you make of America
And neutralize your focus
Or I doubt you'll even notice when you're gone
When you're gone
Written by: David Mead
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