Brad Hamers

Art as a paradigm shifting tactic.

Brad Hamers

Label: Token Recluse Recordings
Format: Digital Single 
Country: USA
Released: June 2010
Genre: Ghost-Hop, Art-Hop, Lo-Fi, Experimental

written, played, recorded and produced by Brad Hamers
mixed & mastered by PZ (Big Pauper)
Token Recluse Recordings
Forty&Eight was the first Single released leading up to Brad's 2nd official solo LP, Post No Dreams.
(Featuring a B-Side ambient track, “They’ll be Waiting with Handfuls of Rocks”, which does not appear on the full length album).


In 2011, Forty&Eight was also featured on a Compilation Album from Paris, France: Cooler Than Cucumbers Records presents 'Salade de Concombres Vol. 1.

And also appeared on Walter Gross’ Ectoplasmic Podcast Volume ?



there was a boat out of her sickness
an ocean under the facts
the last fisherman caught yesterday’s dinner again the medication bell
stay-put-wetback-dreams jumping sequence  i earned the shovel and pork fat  greasing down a minute hand 
cut-off pant and growl  wasn’t the doorbell   jumped beaten down dream  overdone off-track run-on box-car logic 
hopped-up fence and 4-car-garage-equality   all the water you want    my teeth on a running-away utter  all the gold-receipts
you want   my teeth on a missing tit  escaped ride-cow  black/white graze-cow
sugar on the bland moon  4th cup incoherent burnt tongue speak-less-clear easy go and come-down parachute-sun
skydiving-day  hard-to-fly turkey  in turning gun’s keyhole  broke-in fit-like-a-glove plenty and sleep  lo-tech reach for the carrot
good-for-you star in your broken-in-to eye watched the boat leaving  didn’t believe the ocean of facts  out-of-stock-hard-to-
get clearance-dream  last deep-sleep fisherman caught a fence in the knee-d- down-must-act  next sheep on-we-go no-
parachute  jumping the-races-have-begun-gun  gone-off-track sheep in the grays and blacked out drinking from the grease-
pan  formal egg and dead chicken-out  cook your own caught and remembered dreams  not a boat out of the illness
no un-chartered ocean under the math  4-teeth-left pulling-on-the-stop-chord  pitched-off chorus-ant  red and biting the
blackened-gray-can’t-remember  just wave to the see of facts  a whole see of concrete and brick-for-brick-go-along-anthems
goose-down-dream singing out like a feather-gone from a dead swan  soon all lake all allege and fish caught in the boat-wreck
go-along-grab-a-plank-equal-opportunity-won’t-share-holder works-for-us-math  symmetrical noose and bow-tie floating-bell
ring-around-the-neck climb-upstream color-in-the-lines-tongue and hooked-cheek life-float dead-man’s-face-down caught in
a crowd of well-dotted-eyes  ordering chicken around a corner  out of a half-loaded-window  asking me for change
done-well over-done once-again under-passion over-charged next-minute-down-parachute and miss  shotgun sawed-off
dream  hold-up broke take (/) hold-up the next minute-hand shaking in the mold and allege  incoherent-tongue-feedback-dog-
waiting-for-bell-crack high-price-high-pitch-mayday-and-night-sold-out-sucking on the pork-grease-fumes  high-level-algebra-
side-effect oil-feather- down-dream-equality chorus-ant well red and biting back at the blackened out when-did-we-lose-it
where’d-it-go next-minute-contraction broke hold-up-labor off the books on the tubes sewer-dreams resuscitated-take-it-no-
more  flush-away and restart  4th glass-and-not-counting-math  pass-out-sleep-for-everyone-work  great-opportunity-equal-
and-sweetener-union  no-think-straight-lace-hole-in-the-sole  fly like shoe  time like cannon  shot-down-dinner  bell flopping
around on deck broke big-hole-in-the-boat-out   there was a worn hole out of her sickness  a lost-its’-see under the preserved
thoughts floating dead-man’s-lite across the top of my head like a forty-and-eight across the track-marks on a strung-out-
plain-and-once-again here-we-go-jumping-parachute next-minute-down-cloud and miss  works-for-us-subtraction
symmetrical loose bow down and pick-up hitch-hike-floating down the climb-up-stream and looped
there was a worm-hole out of her sadness  a box-car out of her war  a fresh-water-ocean under the hope  thrown at us like
dogs like ropes like trained-teeth on ropes around cut-trees  a whole see of must-be and maybe  un-brick-by-brick push-along
all the space under the stars  all the space under the stars  like the see under the facts  like the unseen under the ocean 
we are records of ourselves and each other live-man floating on the cracked-bell wrung out like duck in the window
reaching for a plank from the boat out