Nothing To Fix It

I'm sorry, it seems I've had some sort of dream
I don't know how it found me or what the fuck it means
A windy dead branch window tap snapped short our soft touching
I don't how I found you but you've always been with me

Howl tonight, I'm getting drunk alone
I'm blocked out from her heart
For the first time in a thousand years
I don't know where to start
Run a heist off bored advice
"She wasted all her tears"
And we all know where that river flows
It's burning in her leer

Time has passed, I've cleared the glass
But the nights are just as cold
As the first night the ache in my heart
Moved into my bones
Oh, whiskey high, Irish goodbye
Get a saint to bless the bar
Coyotes got the moon tonight
So I'm howling at the stars

They say, "Get over it"
But I'm howling at the moon
And they're full of shit
Man, my fur is growing through
Tearing brick by brick this
City down for truth
Werewolves always got the moon
Ah-ooo
I need to howl at you

Cursed for life with eyes like knives
My soul is still cut up
You sat up there in those windy stairs
While my blood filled up the cup
Drip, drip, drip, we were only kids
And we stitched up what to keep
Now look around babe, all the towns here
Are ghost towns to me

And howl tonight, I'm getting drunk alone
A rumbling hunger's in my gut
My canines bite when the moon is bright
Wagering I still trust my luck
May be doomed to roam, 'tranced by a drone
Humming from the smashed out mills
'Til the sunrise, hear my howls fly
Over these fair seven hills

They say, "Get over it"
But I'm howling at the moon
And they're full of shit
Man, my fur is growing through
Tearing brick by brick this
City down for truth
Werewolves always got the moon
Ah-ooo
I need to howl at you

Sore throat, I kind of smoked, my day has got to start
In my dreams you were still with me, but they fade fast and far
Dusty window glares lay nightmares bare while splitting apart the dark
I'll keep rolling eyes and rolling nights while you're howling in my heart

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from Nothing To Fix It, released December 19, 2024
Produced by Riley Hunt, Sean Patrick Bradley & Garrett Hopkins
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Riley Hunt
Music and lyrics written by Sean Patrick Bradley
Guitar performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Vocals performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Percussion performed by Riley Hunt
Backing vocals performed by Garrett Hopkins


Cover photography by Leonard R. Bradley Jr.
Cover design by Sean Patrick Bradley

Howl, Tonight

High-line ladies
Drive me crazy
To sing songs about life below
My girl's laughing
With the captain
Of a ship that he lost long ago

Candy smiles
For awhile
Never waiting on the past
It's not mentioned
Just depression
Making up some love that could last

I know I may be messed up
Maybe more messed up than you
But that doesn't mean I lie
Everything I say is true
So let's just disappear into the night
Without a sound, without a sight
Good friends begging to stay
And I really want you to stay

I've been tired
I've been wired
I haven't had a better time than this
Let's roll up what we got
And we'll take our final shots
And dance around in sweet summers kiss

Roam and rambling
I've been gambling
With these notions from above
Just try to push me down
I'll come back right around
And finally find what I've been dreaming of

I know I may be messed up
Maybe more messed up than you
And that doesn't mean I lie
Everything I say is true
So let's just disappear into the night
Without a sound, without a sight
Good friends begging to stay
And I really want you to stay

My love, you know you can stay

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from Nothing To Fix It, released December 19, 2024
Produced by Riley Hunt & Sean Patrick Bradley
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Riley Hunt
Music and lyrics written by Sean Patrick Bradley
Guitar performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Vocals performed by Sean Patrick Bradley

Cover photography by Leonard R. Bradley Jr.
Cover design by Sean Patrick Bradley


High Line Ladies

Would you look over here
What have you done to yourself?
Your eyes look so faded
Like the first souls of Hell
When you knocked on my door
In the silence of the dark
It started an opera
You said, let the dogs bark

Well sit down old friend
Have a glass of this wine
I knew you were coming
But not at what time
You thought this was funny
And let your soul in the air
'Til we laughed and remembered
All our friends through the years

Everybody's walkin
Everybody's talkin
Everybody's tryin' hard
Not to look alone
Don't know 'bout you
I know 'bout me
And I feel like life is
Right out of a dream

Times of life disappear
Like these specters in the night
I'm always reaching out
But I can't decide what's right
Think I'm done calling out
To this congress of the dead
I'm sure done with these nights
Rolling awake in my bed

I get up every morning
Yeah, I think I do my share
I run on my joys
But I still sleep on my fears
When I see dark shadows
Crawling out my windows
I just fuck it all up
And lose my shit in the snow

Everybody's walkin
Everybody's talkin
Everybody's tryin' hard
Not to look alone
Don't know 'bout you
I know 'bout me
And I feel like life is
Right out of a dream

Everybody's walkin
Everybody's talkin
Everybody's tryin' hard
Not to look alone
Don't know 'bout you
I know 'bout me
And I feel like life is
Right out of a dream

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from Nothing To Fix It, released December 19, 2024
Produced by Riley Hunt & Sean Patrick Bradley
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Riley Hunt
Music and lyrics written by Sean Patrick Bradley
Guitar performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Vocals performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Backing vocals performed by Riley Hunt
Tin whistle performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Opening-beer-cans by Garrett Hopkins & Sean Patrick Bradley


Cover photography by Leonard R. Bradley Jr.
Cover design by Sean Patrick Bradley

Trainwreck

Well, I am dancing with death tonight
Baby, the river is crestin' high
Maybe it'll float me up to the sky
Just maybe
And I don't recall what I was sold
But these dirty floodwaters are getting cold
And the bills I owe have clogged the overflow
Well, it's just great
And these hundred-year rains come so hard down
They got Noah with the loners tryin' to up and leave town
Just how do you scream when you're about to drown?
Lungs ain't empty

Floodwaters
Have gone way above my head
And somehow I'm not dead
Was I born to breathe 'em in?
This rain
Will wash me out of my bed
Turn my clothes into lead
I'll still be swimming

Sinking and I'm thinking
Float down to the floor
Making hearts of air bubbles
'Til I can't no more
Something's breachin, there's been seepage
Right through my core
Raindrops racing
I was go with the flow
Now show me the storm
I'm out of breath, out my depth
My soul soaked and worn
I've been dying, I've been grindin'
For a kind of honest Lord
The floodwaters got the hospital where I was born

Every time it's, "you see
There's just someway to breathe"
I bet my angry, toilin', boilin' blood
Could dry up the sea
Workin' tricks, Lord I miss
When my time felt so free
This rushing river here was once my childhood stream

And floodwaters
Have gone way above my head
And somehow I'm not dead
Was I born to breathe 'em in?
This rain
Will wash me out of my bed
Turn my clothes into lead
We'll all be swimming

And floodwaters
Have gone way above my head
And somehow I'm not dead
Was I born to breathe 'em in?
This rain
Will wash me out of my bed
Turn my clothes into lead
We'll all be swimming

We're all just swimming

credits
from Nothing To Fix It, released December 19, 2024
Produced by Riley Hunt & Sean Patrick Bradley
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Riley Hunt
Music and lyrics written by Sean Patrick Bradley
Guitar performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Vocals performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Percussion performed by Riley Hunt


Cover photography by Leonard R. Bradley Jr.
Cover design by Sean Patrick Bradley

Floodwaters

Imagine being born right 'fore
The Second World War?
In some ways kind of early
For just who you were
The years on years
Make the pictures blur
But I remember crystal clear
The man you were

Everyone's got their picture on
That step in the threshold
As kids burning up to
Wake up Sleepy Hollow
You could be rare and
A bit of an asshole
Well I don't care, Papa Bear
Let's spin the slideshow

When my heart is fading
There is nothing to fix it
'Cept the swayin' vibratin' of
The train down to Mystic
For each view out the window
You put a caption to it
For each heartbeat, a photo
Of the people you so miss

I could use
One more day with you
To hear you muse
All on your youth
Well I don't care
I'll drive you anywhere, Papa Bear

I was looking for something
To mix with my coffee
Found a picture of you
From 2013
Family hears the birds
Singin' in a spring breeze
And I've got a feeling
That you're still with me

'Cause your voice still echoes
Like the night freight from Worcester
Like in all of our hearts
You got the perfect exposure
The years on years
Make the pictures blur
But I remember crystal clear
The man you were

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from Nothing To Fix It, released December 19, 2024
Produced by Riley Hunt & Sean Patrick Bradley
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Riley Hunt
Music and lyrics written by Sean Patrick Bradley
Guitar performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Vocals performed by Sean Patrick Bradley


Cover photography by Leonard R. Bradley Jr.
Cover design by Sean Patrick Bradley

Camera Man

You broke me, so hold me
And make my blood boil
You'd burn up my eyes
Like that ol' mill town soil
We had to take that love
And bury it so deep below
'Cause if it hits the air
It'll bring a cancer to our bones

Oh, and we'd ride
Around the reservoir
And now I drive
By what we had before
Oh, and we'd
Ride around
The reservoir

The kids've got a tarp strung up
To block out all the light
'Cause no cop on the causeway
Is finding our fire tonight
I think I'm purely here for you
I'm young and beggin' for you to see
That I'd carry you up to Diamond Hill
To find some sort of ring

Oh, and we'd ride
Around the reservoir
And now I drive
By what we had before
Oh, and we'd
Ride around
The reservoir

I go see my parents
About once a week
And I get to pass by
Where we were young and naïve
Skin to heart, it stings
But sometimes, I don't mind
Another drive 'round the reservoir
Just to get a bit more time with you

And we'd ride
Around the reservoir
And now I drive
By what I held before
Oh, and we'd
Ride around
The reservoir

credits
from Nothing To Fix It, released December 19, 2024
Produced by Riley Hunt & Sean Patrick Bradley
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Riley Hunt
Music and lyrics written by Sean Patrick Bradley
Guitar performed by Sean Patrick Bradley
Vocals performed by Sean Patrick Bradley

Cover photography by Leonard R. Bradley Jr.
Cover design by Sean Patrick Bradley

The Reservoir

"NOTHING TO FIX IT" E.P. NOW STREAMING

Sean Patrick Bradley is a folk punk singer-songwriter based in Providence, Rhode Island. His first public gig was in 2016 when his friends organized a hometown outdoor show so they could all play before closing out their high school years. Prior to COVID, he played several house shows at Narragansett's DIY Jefferson Bear Cottage. Sean returned in December 2024 with his debut E.P., "Nothing To Fix It".

In addition to his own releases, he is a member of the fusion folk-punk duo Paddy & Beans with Garrett Hopkins. Paddy & Beans released the album "We Do Parties" in 2019.