Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Buddy Bradley’ by Adam Green. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adam Green or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
This is not a good day to call me
Because I cannot spare some sympathy
My own feeling is mostly unclear
And when I’m talking to you I’m not here
I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for you
But I’ll be trying to help you out, too
So I went downstairs for a walk
But I had no strength to not talk
Yes you were the flatulent one
And I am the boy who has a gun
You ran into me with such force
Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley
And all of her friends have been approved by them
And all I can hear is people singing
Now two of a kind has come across my mind
Where forever more is painted on her door
Just cancel the Sunday salon
And bury the grave digger’s son
No money could last for too long
Nobody could pay for this song
And all of her friends have been approved by them
And all I can hear is people singing
Now two of a kind has come across my mind
Where forever more is painted on her door
Yes you were the flatulent one
And I am the boy who has a gun
You ran into me with such force
Now all I can bee is Buddy Bradley