Buddy Bradley
Navigating Life's Turbulence: Buddy Bradley Unveils the Complexities of Relationships
Lyrics
This is not a good day to call me
This is not an ideal day to contact me.
Because I cannot spare some sympathy
I am currently unable to offer sympathy.
My own feeling is mostly unclear
My emotions are mostly unclear or ambiguous.
And when I'm talking to you I'm not here
When conversing with you, I am mentally absent or distracted.
I don't think I'll ever be ready for you
I doubt I will ever be prepared for you.
But I'll be trying to help you out, too
Despite my unpreparedness, I will attempt to assist you.
So I went downstairs for a walk
I went downstairs for a walk.
But I had no strength to not talk
I lacked the strength to remain silent during the walk.
Yes you were the flatulent one
You were the person who passed gas.
And I am the boy who has a gun
I am the individual with a gun.
You ran into me with such force
You collided with me forcefully.
Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley
As a result, I can only be Buddy Bradley (possibly referring to a change in identity or mindset).
And all of her friends have been approved by them
All of her friends have received approval from others.
And all I can hear is people singing
All I can hear is people singing.
Now two of a kind has come across my mind
Thoughts of a similar nature have crossed my mind.
Where forever more is painted on her door
A sense of eternity is symbolically depicted on her door.
Just cancel the Sunday salon
Canceling the Sunday salon is suggested.
And bury the grave digger's son
Burying the grave digger's son is recommended.
No money could last for too long
No amount of money could endure for an extended period.
Nobody could pay for this song
No one could afford to pay for this song.
And all of her friends have been approved by them
All of her friends have received approval from others (repeated).
And all I can hear is people singing
All I can hear is people singing (repeated).
Now two of a kind has come across my mind
Thoughts of a similar nature have crossed my mind (repeated).
Where forever more is painted on her door
A sense of eternity is symbolically depicted on her door (repeated).
Yes you were the flatulent one
You were the person who passed gas (repeated).
And I am the boy who has a gun
I am the individual with a gun (repeated).
You ran into me with such force
You collided with me forcefully (repeated).
Now all I can bee is Buddy Bradley
As a result, I can only be Buddy Bradley (repeated).
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