A song I wrote a long time ago about a long distance relationship with my (now) wife! 

Watch Me Try

A song about stealing from the rich, and keeping it because you're poor.

Lyrics:

I'm a good old fashioned crook
I steal from the rich only to keep it 
I don't give away a penny
Because I'm the poor soul that needs it

You won't catch me with my hand 
In the pockets of a friend
But I'll be damned if I won't go down 
Fighting the rich to the end


I'm a half-baked robin hood
All of the bad, none of the good
I don't have a merry band
They're off working for the man

And it doesn't pay my bills
But if I don't fail to, who will? 
And I'm not starting a movement
Leave the purse strings for me to loosen


If I can keep the lights on one more day
For the kids sake
Then it's worth the risk, and I'll say
That to the magistrate
I'll tell that fucker to his face
He can kick me out in disgrace



I'm already passed the point 
Of no return, not to sender
No one in the wake behind me
Wants me back, the past is tender
I'll rob the rich, and steal their shit
And I'll never call it quits
The highwayman of today's town
If you see me go around


If you see me go around
I've no mercy to dispense
I would never hurt a soul
Your honour please, this you know

But you've inherited this land
From those who stole from working hands
So I'll take what's my granddad's 
At any cost, I'm a crooked man

What on Earth?

Good Old Fashioned Crook

Good Old Fashioned Crook (radio)

A song about drinking too much, while everyone else around you seems to have self-restraint.

Lyrics:

Have you ever had a drink 
With a friend 
But instead of being present 
Wished it never ends

You take every sip of liquor
As if bitter
Like a poison or a medicine
Whichever kills you quicker 

Like it's a jager bomb
In the metro
Oh no my life is over
Once again I've let it in

The drink I'm having 
with my friend will end 
but I am cursed to drink on
Despite not wanting to



And all those hoity toity
Up themselves and round the bend
One glass and I'm done drinkers
Can go and sit on a finger
 They think they're so far above me
With their self control and self respect 
They think theyre high society, with high sobriety 


But we know it only takes one tumble to turn to the tumbler 
I'm a high sobriety fumbler


You get your one year 5 year 
10 year badge 
And if you fall of the wagon 
they don't take them back

So I can fake it like I make it
Through the day without breaking
But really I'm shaking 
Like a dog in a tree

And craving for the juices
To make me feel less useless
Oil up the sluices 
To raise the waterbed

And there's not one of my friends
Who can taste what I'm tasting 
Who're drawn to finish bottles off
To prevent them wasting


And all those hoity toity
Up themselves and round the bend
One glass and I'm done drinkers
Can go and sit on a finger
They think they're so far above me
With their self control and self respect 
So called 'high society', and 'high sobriety' 

But one fall on your arse can turn you to the glass
High sobriety's a farse

High Sobriety

A song about your head going to war with itself.

Lyrics:

I rely upon my mind
To keep me sane 
but little did I know

The mind is unreliable
I find myself worse off
Than before

I tripped and fell into my head
My eyes opened as if
I were just born 

The pieces fell in place for me 
The path leading me here
Clear as it's long


And although my eyes opened
I have closed so many doors...


Now cue the chaos 
A war where only both sides will lose
Now start the madness
Battles, and bloodshed ensues 
Angels and devils on my shoulder
Whispering tactics into my head
Who'll be victorious? We'll know
When I'm found alive or maybe dead


Many times I had a thought 
That maybe everything's 
Not as it seems 

But every time I've closed my eyes
To weld the thoughts 
behind a iron seam

I'd buried myself far below
In a grave of unkept thoughts
And I beneath

When I reached out to grab a rung 
The ladder fell too short 
I couldn't reach



And although I had to climb
I just dug a deeper ditch 


I don't wanna share this with you
This battle is my own
I'm not sure that I should have to 
Narrate the melee
Between the bad and the good 
Within my head 
We'll find out who came out on top
When either I'm alive or I'm dead...

Alive or Maybe Dead

An homage to my favourite singer, no longer with us.


Lyrics:

In a world full of high and low
You were the only one in the world to show
That 'The Voice' is an accolade
It's not a hit TV parade

No other can compare 
With the elements you brought
No body else can share 
the emotion and the thought

(Found in)
Your poetry.
Your poetry,
It was it's own wonder
But nothing can compare
To the voice that it served under
The worst thing of all 
Is the empty space where you were
No one sings like you anymore



And as the time has passed
You have, and always you will be 
My hero, later to the stage
Than I expected to see

But you have the midas touch
That enslaves my ears and oh so much
I'd die to hear the things 
That have been kept from all of us

(Like)
Your poetry.
Your poetry,
It was it's own wonder
But nothing can compare
To the voice that it served under
The worst thing of all 
Is the empty space where you were
No one sings like you anymore

No-one Sings Like You Anymore

A track about dealing with your demons.

Lyrics:
What fresh hell have I woken to
The worlds fallen apart and my life has too
Who in the world can I still turn to,
That hasn't already thrown me to the wolves?


I wonder, if I wander through the woods for long enough
Will the trees and all the ground swallow me up
Will I even make a sound when I drop
If there's no-one around anymore


Hell is empty and all the devils are here with me
I shall not be afraid, nor shall they pass by me
Well those demons are a blessing
For I can hone my weapons on their skin

Find me a river to wash me clean
So I can be painted in the blood 
of my enemy


I wonder, if I wander through the woods for long enough
Will the trees and all the ground swallow me up
Will I even make a sound when I drop
If there's no-one around anymore


Hell is empty and all the devils are here with me
I shall not be afraid, nor shall they pass by me
Well those demons are a blessing
For I can hone my weapons on their skin

Hell Is Empty

A song about the delicate balance between needing Dutch courage and being too far gone.
I play this song live as much as I can, and you can find live versions on YouTube, just search for Bradley Cronk Music

The Only Lonely Cowboy at the Bar

A song about being swindled and then accepting there was nothing you could have done.

Mr. Hindsight

A song about revealing that your deepest secret is being scared of commitment.

Behind the Curtain

A song about how people will remember when you're gone.

Lyrics:

I hope that on my epitaph
It says that I wasn't so bad
I only wanted love 
And sometimes I gave it away

I hope that on my gravestone
They say I made myself at home
But never overstayed my welcome
And only ever smiled


[To whomever writes my epitaph
I ask that you go easy on 
This man and his mistakes
And ill gotten gains]

[Whomever writes my epitaph
I ask that you go easy on me
And only write of the man 
I tried to be]

I hope that when I'm dead and gone
My loved ones will try to move on
No lingering on my memory
No waiting for my encore

I hope that in a week or so
They've all forgotten me, although
Some vague remnants remains
Somewhere deep inside

[Whomever writes my epitaph
I ask that you go easy on 
This man and his mistakes
And ill gotten gains]

[Whomever writes my epitaph
I ask that you go easy on me
And only write of the man 
I tried to be]


That im thought of once a year
Will keep me satisfied 
And save my soul from damnation
While I'm on the otherside

And when they think upon my past
Ill try my best to make it last
And spook them now and then
Or help them on a whim


On My Epitaph

This is a song about introspection and realising not everyone else is the problem

Placing the Blame

Placing the Blame (Acoustic)

This is a song about looking to the stars and imagining what else is out there - wishing you could be a part of that instead. 

Lyrics:


Coursing through the sky above the minds of all the people
Out of sight as they say, keeping clear of any mischief
Uncountable in their quantity, a marvel, and a never ending source of hopes and dreams

Deeper, still as we move on through the cosmos
There's a chance that there's a person just like you
Looking to the sky when their star goes out of sight
Dreaming of another lifelike likeness too


Reaching for the mirror hoping I'll pass through
Reaching for the sky like heroes do


And I wanna fly 
Out of my mind
I'll say goodbye
To the me I've left behind


I wanna change, I wanna feel the solar winds
Riding through my soul
I wanna be a better version of this old version of me

Reaching for the mirror hoping I'll pass through
Reaching for the sky like heroes do


And I wanna fly 
Out of my mind
I'll say goodbye
To the me I've left behind

I Wanna Fly

A song about staring into middle distance...

Lyrics:

I can tell she's seen some things 
Had some runaway flings
By her eyes
I can tell she's got some tales 
Had the wind taken from her sails
By her eyes 
She always seems to see
Something far behind me
I can see it in her eyes
It's like she sees right through the walls
Like the distant voices call 
I can see it in her eyes


If I described you
The truth will shine through
I know you so well
But there's something you won't tell


My love 
Lips like porcelain 
My love 
Beauty like I've never seen
My love 
Smile like a diamond
My love
With those far away eyes in 


I can tell she's seen some things
Fought in a few rings
By her eyes
I can tell she's got some tales
With which I'll never be regaled
By her eyes

My love 
Lips like porcelain 
My love 
Beauty like I've never seen
My love 
Smile like a diamond
My love
With those far away eyes in 


Those Far Away Eyes

This is a song about predators hunting their prey - but it also works as the opening sequence for a spy thriller TV series that doesn't exist yet!

Lyrics: 
You're on the hunt, on the prowl
Sticking solely to the shadow
'Til the prey sticks it's neck out
Then you open up your mouth

Then again, and again, 
Taking prey into your grin
Till you're full right to the brim
Then you flush the whole thing out

When the area's too scary
And your targets are all wary
And you cannot catch a catch
Then you move across the map

Gotta hunt, gotta kill
Gotta eat, feel the thrill
There's no risk to green your gills
You're the apex hunter still


You're ferocious, you're an animal
Insatiable, a cannibal 
You wants just what you wants
And you want to have it all

Predator and Prey
Dance the same dance everyday
Only one of them would say
That they wanna play the game



You lay your traps, hide your tracks
Getting set to take the back
You get down low and watch the show
Leading to the fatal blow

I've seen you savour every flavour
Do away with grace and favour
Relish every drop of blood 
Such a thirst you have to quench  

What on Earth

Predator and Prey

This song is about carrying on for the people around you when you wouldn't do it for yourself.



Lyrics:

I'm trying to keep living as a favour to a friend
To feel I'm needed is to give my life some meaning
My heart has lost its fire to continue to exist
But I've been asked to stay, so embers just persist 

I'm trying to keep living as a favour to a friend,
Just as I saw my journey coming to an end,
Maybe that's all I needed to push through,
Just someone to say 'stick around, I need you'.


You asked me and I promised you 
I never break a vow
I'll be here if you need me to 
My word is worth the world

Just release me when 
you're done and then
I'll go back to the ground
And close my eyes 
To afterlife 
I won't stick around

I'm trying to keep living as a favour to a friend
I don't know when or where or how or why my life will end
but I know that I got much more than I ever deserved
And now someone who loves me has more of my time reserved

Living as a Favour to a Friend

This is a song about triumph over the bad situations in life we find ourselves in. 
Bass line courtesy of Jordan Shepherd - thanks mate
Artwork courtesy of Erin Cronk - thanks, you legend!
Lyrics

She's living in a little glass house 
She's shocked when the walls come down 
When she's fighting with a low life 
Who wants to call her his wife

He's called himself a free man
But all her friend and all signs suggest he's a demon 
So she whisks herself away, she knows she cannot stay
If she's gonna up her game 


And she met a man, a man with a plan
And all the love in the world 
in the palm of his hands
And this love is empowering


She went from a mule to mustang 


She looked her reflection, thought
How can you love yourself if you have no self-affection at all

She took herself aside worked to build her pride 
Until she felt like her life was her own joyride


And when she looked behind, no doubt in her mind
Everything she'd worked for was working in her in life
She'd evened out the ying and the yang
She went from a mule to a mustang


She went from...
A mule to a mustang 
Everything she touched sang
And every church bell rang
It's like heaven
approved her recreation.

God himself said god damn
She's really upped her standing
From a mule to a mustang.


When she looked around, the belongings that she found
Took her back in time to living with a bad man
Hating herself every chance that she had.

So out went all the clothes, 
Out went all the furniture
And out went the phone
Bought herself all new gear
Bought herself a fresh start
Bought herself some new keys 
For her new car...


And looking in the rear-view now
She sees a life she'd not worked out
But the path ahead is free and clear 
She's been working on her own thing
She's switching gear, but she's also changed the engine.


She's gone from a mule to a mustang

Mule to a Mustang

The Come Down is a track about Monday's always ruining everything!


The Come Down

a silly little song about falling in love with a cold caller
check out my other, more serious stuff

Call Me Sir

Not Prepared to Say Goodbye Tonight is a track about not being willing to let go of the memory of someone, but realising the time has now come...

Not Prepared to Say Goodbye Tonight

Here's a demo track about how the woman of the house is always in charge, even in the house through those pearly gates!
The track came about from the guitar part and was built around that, and the slide guitar parts were done with a candle holder because I lost my actual slide.

This will be the next track distributed over to streaming services, but you can find other demo tracks there too! https://open.spotify.com/artist/3pPLGr2vONSjgNa0uvCJBy

Almighty Mrs God

I'm a self-taught guitarist, singer and songwriter from Dorset
The songs on here have been recorded on an iPad using garage band.
You will notice a distinct lack of recording/ producing skills, please forgive those.
I hope you find something on here you want to listen to multiple times.

You can contact me here: themusicofbradleycronk@gmail.com

Bradley Cronk

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