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jawshoouhnoonyez:

“Mary” by Bradley Hathaway from A Mouth Full Of Dust

I got two women that are on my mind
The one I got and the one I can’t find
Mary’s a sweetie, God bless her soul
Her heart’s a treasure box full of solid gold
And when I’m lying next to her at night
My mind takes off in a fanciful flight
Off of my bed and over my house
Like the voice in the water
It just searches all about

Mary, oh Mary
I love you, I do
Just not in the same way that you love me, too
I think it’s time we go our separate ways
My mind’s made up and I don’t think it’s gonna change

Rachael was a beauty and her kisses, fire
Just like her daddy, though, she too was a liar

Megan’s smile was a rainbow
And her tears, the rain
But I could never find the sunshine to cure her pain

Sarah knew how to bake a mean apple pie
But she could never let those sleeping dogs just lie

Amy was gentle and as calm as a lake
But hidden in her was an anger that I couldn’t take

Mary, oh Mary
I hope you’re doing okay
We haven’t talked in so many days
I hope you found someone that makes you laugh
I hope your heart’s as bright and green as the grass

One night I went driving with a friend from my hometown
We turned the radio up
Didn’t make a sound
She laid her head back
Closed her eyes and smiled
Thought to myself
“Hey, I could get used to this awhile”
Our hearts spoke what our mouths could not
A couple days later, though, she said she forgot
I tried to remind her
But she did not care
For some, love’s too terrible a thing to bear

Mary, oh Mary
I miss you, today
I was wondering if it would be okay
If I came over just to say hello
I won’t leave until you tell me to go

I believe, one day, that the world’s gonna end
Some of us will be forgiven for the wrong we did
Hope we all will
But I just don’t know
All this talk about the sheep and the goats
I looked for love in more places than others
Both beneath the sheets and atop the covers
God, if your love could pierce me with your arrows
Through my stubborn heart and my hardened marrow

Mary, oh Mary
You look beautiful in white
My eyes had never seen such a sight
I hope he loves you like I never could
I hope he loves you like I never would

Let Me Be a Lighthouse Shining on the Sea

and-there-were-lights:

Let me be a lighthouse shining on the sea
So you can see me showing you where to be
And row, row, row your boat to shore
And let, let, let my heart adore 
you as never before
The birds that sing are the only company I keep
And the sun as it shines, reminding me of times spent with you
When we had nothing to do
But take walks in parks, and kiss each other
And watch the sparks
And drive down country roads
And sing songs that we both know
We called them lazy days
And we found so many ways to simply enjoy one another

Can we now return to those times?
There is your hand, now here take mine
And look into my eyes, and I’ll look into yours
And you tell me stories, and I’ll tell you stories, 
Of things that have happened in each other’s absence
And we’ll let our light shine across the sea
Showing others of the love now complete
And we’ll make a vow, the opposite of treason
And we’ll thank God for giving us another reason
to thank him for the gifts that he gives, like

You to me,

and me to you

And us to the world, 

And the world to us.

ikeepsteppinginandout:

like socertes loved the truth
like sherlock holmes loved to prove
like a child loves balloons
like a zoologist loves baboons
so do i love you
(so do i love you)
so do i love you 
(so do i love you)

like a pilot loves his wings
like an angel loves to sing
like a balarina loves to dance
like a criminal loves a second chance
so do i love you
(so do i love you)
so do i love you 
(so do i love you)

like a baker loves dough
like a philosipher loves to know
like a comic loves laughs
like a toldler loves a bubble bath
so do i love you
(so do i love you)
so do i love you 
(so do i love you)

with the love that will last 
to shadows that are cast
from life and its pains
the cold winds and the rains
i will always run my fingers, through your hair
i will always at your side, right there
like johnny loved june
like flowers loved to bloom
like the knight loves a princess
like the motherbird loves to nest
so do i love you
(so do i love you)
so do i love you 
(so do i love you)

Look up, look up, look up into the sky, love.
You see that moon shining so high up above us?
It rolls around on account of a bunch of scientific stuff.
I like to think it does just because He loves us.

Bradley Hathaway (via graspingforwind)

ikeepsteppinginandout:

I’ve been alone for my whole life
I never had a real girlfriend or a wife
I was doing alright I was doing just fine
and then I found you

I never knew I was lonely until you weren’t around
I never knew I needed someone to help me when I was down
and then I found you
Well the flowers didn’t smell better at our first meeting 
and the earth didn’t shake as we shared our first greeting 
but my heart skipped a beat 
and you could barely speak
when you found me and i found you

here we are not too long thereafter
we’ve had some good times shared tears and laughter
and though our love is new it’s growing stronger
cheers to it lasting so much longer
when i found you and you found me
happy

mythosaur:

Day 3: Role Model - Bradley Hathaway #febphotoaday
I’ve never really had a “role model” per se, but I’ve always really admired Bradley for more than his work. He’s an awesome guy with awesome views and an awesome attitude full of love.

mythosaur:

Day 3: Role Model - Bradley Hathaway #febphotoaday

I’ve never really had a “role model” per se, but I’ve always really admired Bradley for more than his work. He’s an awesome guy with awesome views and an awesome attitude full of love.

My love is a raisin
and God’s is a pumpkin
or a cantaloupe
or a watermelon
or a really big something
and I want to eat it

Bradley Hathaway “Samuel” (via somecallmejuke)

She believed that He bore her pain, and that He bore it in His side.
but to believe that He loved her so was just so much that she would hide.
for His love was too dangerous, and how could He dare?
To love her, the unlovable, it just didn’t seem fair.

I read about how you touched them and they were healed
Or even if someone just touched your cloak they were forever changed
You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tears
And you washed your best friend’s feet
I am just wondering though did you just ever hug people

I mean I know that it is a silly question and all I am sure you would have why wouldn’t you
But its one of those things that was never mentioned that got me thinking about it

And how whenever there was a touch from you sins were forgiven and sickness fell
I think I’m caught up in my sins last time I checked all my body parts were properly working, nothing special here
I am just a kid with a heavy heart these passing sunrises and sunsets

I don’t think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything
Because all I really need is a hug
That is ok for me to imagine right
That’s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology is it
Ok good, then hug me

But not one of these side ways one arm around the neck type hugs
Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest pit pat on the back back
Or you put your right arm over my right arm and I put my left arm over your left arm and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing
Nah none of those

BEAR HUG ME MAN
Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them over my upper body leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere and I can barely move them because your squeezing so hard
But don’t pick me up and make my back pop because I hate it when people do that

And hold me, hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because
I WANT TO CRY
But I just can’t seem to do it on my own
I have been teary eyed once recently but not even enough for a drip down my cheek
Theres just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged so hold me in this hold pose until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose
-Bradley Hathaway

xkeepmovingforwardx:

Flipping through Bradley Hathaway’s book tonight. This poem gets to me sometimes. It’s seems to be fairly relevant to my life.

xkeepmovingforwardx:

Flipping through Bradley Hathaway’s book tonight. This poem gets to me sometimes. It’s seems to be fairly relevant to my life.