Prodigals and Prophets

by Clive

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Recorded, produced and mastered by Mike Bardzik at Noisy Little Critter. Words and music © 2012 by Brad Almond. All rights reserved.

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released 23 November 2012
Brad Almond - lead vocals, acoustic guitar, lead electric guitar (1), mandolin (3) • Steve Barlow - drums, background vocals (2) • Michael Reaves - vocals, piano • Rich Scott - vocals, electric guitar (1, 2), tambourine (2,3) • Jonathan Taylor - bass, jaw harp (3) • Kyle Swartzwelder - mandolin (2)

Featuring background vocals on "Marco Polo" by: Bob Almond, Connie Almond, Katie Almond, Lincoln Barlow, Steve Barlow, Will Donahue, Greg Oakley, Michael Reaves, Bethany Roberts, Mark Rogers, Laura Beth Scott, Rich Scott, and Catharine Taylor

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tags: acoustic acoustic pop bible choir elliott smith folk folk pop indie pop jaw harp mandolin parable prodigal son Wilmington

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Genre-wise, Clive lands somewhere between 90s pop rock, gospel, sea shanties, and campfire folk songs. Catchy melodies sung over a backdrop of folk instruments craft musical vignettes ranging from British pubs to ghost town saloons, seafaring vessels and southern sanctuaries. Lead singer, Brad Almond has also had the honor of winning the WSTW "Homey Award" for best local songwriter in 2008. ... more

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Track Name: Little Brother (The Ballad of Extravagant Wastefulness)
Hey, Don't you look at me with that look in your eye
You have just gotten back and I have been here all my life
We just killed the fattened calf and it didn't deserve to die
Guess I'm not the favorite son anymore, am I?
I have never had a hankering for the leftovers of swine
But I'm given everything I need so I guess I'm doing fine
And at least I can walk this street with my head held high
You have quite a ways to go before you're dignified

It's gonna be a lot of fun...
It's gonna be a lot of fun for those involved
and with all your problems solved

I've seen all the agony that you've brought into this life
I've considered every angle and my heart's just running dry
I have gathered all the arguments, but I just don't have the time
To compare myself to you, oh little brother of mine

It's gonna be a lot of fun...
It's gonna be a lot of fun for those involved
But I hope you'll have evolved

So don't you look at me with that smile in your eye
You have just come to your senses and I've been there all my life
Here's to the fattened calf that didn't deserve to die
I guess I'm not the favorite son anymore, am I?
Saw Dad run out to you with his arms all open wide
Guess I'm not the favorite son anymore, am I?
Track Name: Marco Polo
My life flashed in front of my eyes
I curse the moon for its effect on the tides
And you, my Slue-foot Sue
"There be dragons in these waters" tells the captain to his crew

So I close my eyes and hold my nose
And I try to hold my breath
Let's swim back to the shallow end
'Cause I'm in over my head and I know it

My love lies over the sea
But I can hear her singing siren songs to me
So I keep my head up high as I sink in
Even Marco Polo never learned to swim

Even Marco Polo never learned to swim
Track Name: Elijah (Go Up, You Baldhead!)
Did I dream I saw Elijah, floating like a feather?
Light as a feather, he was carried in the air
He was taken by the whirlwind, flying like the ravens
And I'll ask him all about it when I'm there

I may go up like Elijah in a chariot
I may go out like a martyr but it's all just a matter of time

He had taken off his cloak when we reached the River Jordan
And he struck it in the river and he struck with all his might
And we strolled along the dry ground as the waters rolled around us
They parted to the left and to the right

I may go up like Elijah in a chariot
I may go out like a martyr but it's all just a matter of time
Call me crazy but I think I hear the angels
that are singing up in Heaven And I know I'll be
Singing with them and It's all just a matter of time

Tell old Naaman not to worry and we'll take him to that river
Down in the water he'll go under seven times
Though that leper be contagious, I'll implore the Rock of Ages
and his skin will be just like a little child's