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“Often one of Bradley’s lyrics will go thru my head as a mantra to get me thru my day. this is the sh*t that you wanna blast in your ears to move you down the street. or blast in your living room as you are towel drying yourself for the day. it will get you out the door. it will get you on your way, and as you go, it will make you think. it will make you wanna dance. it will make you go, ‘oh wow! that’s how I fee!’. it is the perfect combo of tune, hook, lyric and fun. it spins mad philosophy and drops mad science.”

-Becca Ayers, Pop Musician, Broadway Performer

“Emperor’s New Tea is some of the best new music I’ve heard recently. Bradley has succeeded in creating new musical vistas in shimmering clusters of sound. Each song surprises and delights. Products of an amazingly creative mind. (I also love the cover. It get’s the album cover of the year award in my apartment!)”

-Vinnie Zummo, Joe Jackson Band

“Really a very cool creative album- I dig it!”

-Kurt Reil, Music Producer, Drummer, The Gripweeds

“Emperor’s New Tea is great! I am amazed by anyone that can take one hook and reinvent it 10 times in 3 minutes and it never gets boring. Another amazing skill is to take the kitsch of the Monkees and make it as hugely creative as Radiohead or Beck but searching and deep like Nick Drake. You get all of this with this music. Now here is the real testament to this music. In 2002 I was hanging out at Red Rocks in Colorado before a concert playing a very early demo of Brad’s. The group next to us kept coming over saying they knew who I was listening to. How do you tap into a song that everyone knows but has never heard? Brad is an original but somehow universal at the same time.”

-Scott Leigh, fan

“Unique, interesting, full of layers, cool…BDW is either seriously disturbed or a serious genius…or maybe a bit of both!”

-Karen Foster, Fan

“I’ve been listening to Emperor’s New Tea over and over again. “If All The World’s a Stage“ is impressing me lately as one of his best tracks. It owes something to Harry Nilsson – particularly “Daddy’s Song” and “I’d Rather Be Dead”, but Brad puts his own spin on it. The lyrics compliment the music by directly contradicting it, in an odd way. It’s a work of almost transcendent cynicism. It’ll make you throw up your arms and dance while experiencing existential terror. Check it out. Good stuff.”

-David White, Author, Fantomas in America

credits

released August 21, 2011

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Bradley Dean Whyte: Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Bass, Beats, Banjo and Mandolin. Mixing and Production.

Anton Fig: Drums on "If All The World's a Stage"

Vinnie Zummo: Electric Guitar Solo on "Too Much", and additional arranging.

Lindsay Stevenson: Electric Guitar Solo on "We Will Be Back Someday"

Chadwick Gray: Spoken Word on "We Will Be Back Someday"

Laura Spector: Spoken Word on "We Will Be Back Someday"

Kurt Reil: Mastering at House of Vibes. And additional mixing on "Gospel" and "Emperor's New Tea"

Alex Boyesen: Vocal engineering for Tracks 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 10 recorded at Digital Mixes, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Special Thanks to Anton Fig, Vinnie Zummo, Lindsay Stevenson, Jason Young, Steven Fox, Alex Boyeson, and Chiang Mai International School for support and extra gear.

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Track Name: Leola's Dormant Uprising
Don’t think I am weak
Because I’m withdrawn and depressed
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I am simply regrouping
For my attack…
Track Name: The Emperor's New Tea
I said, “I think you missed a spot
I mean your razor missed a spot
and you look just like my brother.”
then he slammed his coffee down
gave me a dirty frown and said
“you sound just like my x-wife and my mother.”
he said, “tell me who are you
tell me who’s the so-called you who’s
answering the question?”
then slapped me on the chest
another sucker punk possessed
by a charlatan’s aggression

Who’s in charge here?

I took a sip on the emperor’s new tea
now I can see right through my cloak of tyranny
at best I was a jester of pornography
but with a good tan and some good publicity
you’ll all be wanting a taste
of the tongue you misplaced
while your soul lays to waste in your
theatre of sophistry

She said,”when I talk to you
tell me what I ought to do since you
need everything to be just so.”
then she stared me in the eyes
of my ridiculous disguise
I was naked from head to toe.
This is what it’s like this is what it’s like
this is what it’s like.

Who is charge here?

I took a sip on the emperor’s new tea
now I can hear john cage’s silent symphony
the soul of wit is a tongues brevity
a mind is made by whose authority
take the shirt off your lip
and you’re mouth’ll unzip
for a visible drip of the
emperor’s new tea

Everybody wants to be somebody else
unless you can see for yourself
that the reason you may want to be somebody else is ewww ewww ahh ahh
tell me me who are you
tell me who’s the so-called you whose
answering the question
It’s a handy little quiz
and it makes the ego fizz
for the ultimate digestion.
Track Name: We Will Be Back Someday
If you are reading this then
you must not be human
wings burned and water boiling
came back to terra firma

If you are reading this then
you have found the pieces
parts of A clock-work that is no longer ticking

We will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back

If You are reading this then
you must be immune
Your anecdote is too late to start working

We will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back someday
we will be back

Do you have a leader?
or are they just
railroads ice cream
space shuttle lazer guns?
do you have feelings?
or new microwaves
sunshine taxicabs
moonlight microphones?

If you are reading this then
maybe you were smarter
and can calculate a time before
our ultimate undoing
if you are reading this then
you have found the pieces
parts of a clockwork that is no longer ticking

We will be back someday…
Track Name: Murderer's Holiday
Love it I love it
can’t get enough of it
it’s like candy to me
it’s like bill cosby
sell, compel it
light the coleman stove smell it
it’s a seventy-two degree day
It’s sittin’ on the dock of the bay

And I wish I had my camera
to savor the moment in pictures
my tropical suntan oil
my life-size pepsi beach towel
wish I had my memory
so I know what I did with my car keys
looking for them in the dark
in the middle of the state park

Voices two voices
givin’ me two choices:
go inside and watch heehaw
or kill some campers with a chain saw
visions revisions
makin’ incisions.
I dreamt that I was bugs bunny
I tortured Elmer Fudd then I took all his money

And I wish I had my camera
to savor the moment in pictures
my tropical suntan oil
my life-size pepsi beach towel
wish I had my memory
so I know what I did with my head
looking for it in the dark
in the middle of the state park.

Traffic, I’m spastic,
my legs are elastic
gotta call my wife at home
hitchhike my way too a phone
holler I know I could sure use some tide
I’ve still got blood on my shirt
I’ll cover it up quick with some dirt

And I wish I had my camera
to savor the moment in pictures
my tropical suntan oil
my life-size Pepsi beach towel
wish I had my memory
so I know what I did with my machete
looking for it in the dark
in the middle of the state park.
Track Name: Director's Cut
Wanna be in my movie?
I promise i won’t cut you out
you don’t have to screw me
but it’d be nice if you could
take away my doubt
Do you only love me
just because i’m dead?
dead
dead
dead…
Track Name: Gospel
GOSPEL

No one wants to hear about your religion
it’s something people try to steer away
avoid it like the plague
insist on their own way
hey, ooh, uh-oh

You tell me that you’ve got religion
but don’t you know that it will always change
with the first shrink you see
the next quote inspiring
oh, hoo, oh, uh-oh, uh-huh

It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna blizzard
my life will fade from me
and leave me withered
so if in the spring
a song was my thing
then let it be what it is
because it is

No one wants to hear about your religion
don’t you know that it will always change
It’s gonna rain, it’s gonna blizzard
my life will fade from me
and leave me withered
so if in the spring, a song was my thing
then let it be what it is because it is.

No one wants to hear about your religion
no one wants to hear about your religion
no one wants to hear about your religion…
Track Name: Josie
JOSIE
by Dave Ulrich and Bradley Dean Whyte

Josie pulled over and cried in her car
she said she never knew life would be that hard
I told josie the other day
That life can sometimes be that way
so we sighed and decided we’d always be alone.

Do doo doo doo…

Josie called me from the highway
she said she never knew I’d dreamt she would stay
I smiled for josie’s sake
and I tried to swallow my mistake
so I sighed and resided I’d always be alone

Do doo doo doo…

A thousand miles a miles a second
slowed only to take hands
where were we running to
where was she running to?
I could run to Josie
josie oh josie
the things I want to say to you

Do doo doo doo…

Josie left a letter on the dashboard of my car
hiding her love for me had become far too hard
she tried but live couldn’t live another day
beside me feeling alone that way
don’t know why we were silent
we didn’t have to be alone

Do doo doo doo…
Track Name: Too Much (explicit lyrics)
TOO MUCH
by Bradley Dean Whyte

Some people say that I worry too much
my best friend tells me that it
might destroy our friendship
c’mon, girl, can we try to be
a little more constructive?
that only gives me
one more thing to worry about
and I think I could
get back on my feet
if I could just meet someone
who thinks all this
worrying makes me deep
then again, I once had a good friend
who told me

that worrying is like praying
to the wrong god
worrying is like praying
to the wrong god

This shouldn’t surprise me at all
you can expect blood shed
when you’re banging your head
against the wall
this shouldn’t surprise me at all
this shouldn’t surprise me at all

Some people say that I talk too much
my mom tells me that I
remind her of this annoying chinese boy
In the class that she lead,
he’s bipolar but he’s gifted
and I think I could
get back on my feet
If I could just meet someone
who thinks all this
talking makes me deep
then again, I once had a good friend
who told me

that talking is a defense mechanism
against feeling god
talking is a great, big fat fucking
defense mechanism
against feeling god

Chorus

Too much baby is not enough
too much baby is not enough
too much baby is not enough
too much baby is not enough

Chorus
Track Name: Pebble In My Shoe
PEBBLE IN MY SHOE
by Bradley Dean Whyte

The smell of sweet perfume fills the room
There’s a cat hair on her sweater
How I long to touch her
But I watch my hand grow shy

A try to play it real cool
It’s just not my time to give in
This pebble in my shoe
This pebble in my shoe
Makes me smile and say
“isn’t that just perfect?”

Holding an orange brittle leaf on my fingertips
Watching it float across the street
Feeling the wind blow in my sleeve
Watching the sun grow shy

I cry. I don’t have a reason
It’s just a good time to weep
This pebble in my shoe
This pebble in my shoe
Makes me smile and say
“Isn’t that just perfect?”

Sometimes I cry; I don’t have a reason
Sometimes it feels good to weep
This pebble in my shoe
Is just a pebble in my shoe
Makes me smile and say,
“Isn’t that just perfect?”
Track Name: If All The World's A Stage
IF ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE

by Bradley Dean Whyte

I knew a man, a wise man, his wife was mad and mean
They a son, a beautiful son, that she took with her to the state of Missouri
I asked him how do you keep you heart so squeaky clean
And he told me you’ve got focus on the light in between

If all the world’s a stage then I want
More creative control
Too many people playing vultures
Hovering way to low
If only I were dead
Then I wouldn’t feel so miscast in my role
Close the show while I still have a soul
Abodeo-bo-bo

Then there was that girl, that spooky girl who claimed that she loved me
But it was just a word she used for endless craving
inginginginging…
Then I told her “I can cannot give you what you need, girl”
Then she turned around and she took a bite, right outta my cheek

If all the world’s a stage then I want
More creative control
Too many people playing vultures
Hovering way to low
If only I were dead
Then I wouldn’t feel so miscast in my role
Close the show while I still have a soul
Close the show while I still have a soul

Abodeo-bo-bo-bo

oh, the character's I've seen
to be enjoyed
on mother nature's silver screen
but I am afraid that's not good enough for me
I cannot help but wanna intervene.