1. |
Song For A Space Alien
02:33
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My Father had a friend named Chris, and they drank beers when they were 12,
He said he liked the taste, and they got along real well,
But Chris’ Dad, he did those things, and Chris he ran away,
And my Grandad said “Well Chris you’d better come inside.”
And that’s me and it’s you, and we’ll beat this beast together,
Fighting side by side, we will find a way to break this bottle,
Maybe it’ll be over your head, or maybe over mine,
But together we will make it out just fine.
Sometimes, your life explodes, we’ve been through that.
And there’s lots of darkness out in space, and buddy we know that.
‘Cuz outer space is terrifying, and Ford that is a fact.
So come inside, you can have the room that once was mine.
And that’s me and it’s you, and we’ll beat this beast together,
Fighting side by side, we will find a way to break this bottle,
Maybe it’ll be over your head, or maybe over mine,
But together we will make it out just fine.
Chris was dry for years, I knew him then.
And one day his love left and he went home to his cabin,
In one last bottle he found escape, from the life that caused him pain,
And Dad never saw his best-friend alive again.
That could be me and could be you, so let’s beat this beast together,
Fighting side by side, we will find a way to break this bottle,
Maybe it’ll be over your head, or maybe over mine,
But together we can make it out just fine.
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2. |
Long Pig
02:05
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At least one of your heroes is an asshole,
And prob’ly being honest so are you,
And I know I certainly am, but I keep it to myself,
And as a cannibal I only eat the rude.
So get a gun and poach your local rapist
A 12-point predator hung on your wall
Eat a free-range fascist, drain their blood before you do,
As a cannibal I never pay for food
You say I am a monster and that’s true,
But if we’re talking monsters so are you,
And though it might be bad,
I kill the ones that make me mad,
Cuz that’s what us noble cannibals do.
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So get a gun and poach your local rapist
A 12-point predator hung on your wall
Eat a free-range fascist, drain their blood before you do,
As a cannibal I never pay for food
You say I am a monster and that’s true,
But if we’re talking monsters so are you,
And though it might be bad,
I kill the ones that make me mad,
Cuz that’s what us noble cannibals do.
You say I am a monster and that’s true,
But if we’re talking monsters so are you,
And though it might be bad,
I kill the ones that make me mad,
Cuz that’s what us noble cannibals do.
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3. |
Don Quixote
04:20
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It’s time, to stop,
Tilting, at windmills.
It’s time, to stop,
Tryin’ to knock my self around
And find a way to get put down
Knowing me,
I’ll find a way to make this all your fault,
And knowing you,
You’ll probably believe it.
I guess that makes it true
Sweating through my shirt I wear for armor
Nobody for a lance is gleaming bright
A battered steed beneath me,
With wheels and running lights
Why do I always wanna fight?
Oh Don Quixote,
Oh Old LaMancha,
Can't you see I carry battle scars?
Oh bolt of lightning,
Oh giants. in. my mind.
Trying to relive what never was.
What is it?
About your demons that makes me be like you?
And why is it?
I find the greatest truth in what I know I shouldn’t do.
Knowing you,
You’ll tell me that I need to get help.
And knowing me,
I’m staring at the help I need, it’s you but you’re not helping me.
(Bridge - Piano)
Sweating through my shirt I wear for armor
Nobody for a lance is gleaming bright
A battered steed beneath me,
With wheels and running lights
Why do I always wanna fight?
Oh Don Quixote,
Oh Old LaMancha,
Can't you see I carry battle scars?
Oh bolt of lightning,
Oh giants. in. my mind.
Trying to relive what never was.
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4. |
Graveyard House
01:50
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5. |
Fast Forward
01:37
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It’s been a long time,
Since I’ve been a punk rocker,
And being really honest,
I likely never was,
And we’ve wound up in a time,
Where the battle lines are forming,
And when I’m looking at my allies,
And I’m looking at the cause:
It’s easy, to want to sit out
Holding down the homestead,
With bottle and guitar,
‘Cause I’m tired, of losing
It’s hard to see the changes,
If you’re staring at the wall;
But if you get to choose:
Take notice.
There’s lot of lovely people,
Who never made the call.
And apathy, is evil.
So you’ve gotta stand for something,
Or you’re gonna fall:
For this.
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6. |
Bottomed Out
02:12
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When someone says that blows,
They likely mean it sucks,
When Hermes says it's blown,
He mean's I'm really fucked.
A good van's got 4 wheels,
And wheels they need good bearings,
If I was more alive,
This shit would leave me swearing.
Or maybe leave me crying,
Or maybe make me shout,
I'll write this song as Austin throws me out.
Days in the sun,
Austin's been a good one,
We've had a lot of fun,
Our history has been positive
Good towns, like good lovers
Can fill your heart and make you new
Which makes it hurt the most
When they break you in two.
My tour is D.O.A.
My funds have bottomed out
I can't sell enough merch
To make this all work out
My heart's a thumping mess,
I struggle to get to get my bearings,
I'm so fucking alone,
I find myself just staring.
At the wall, and at my feet
At my van, and at the street!
I get the hint, I'll see myself out.
A good van's got 4 wheels,
And wheels they need good bearings,
If I was more alive,
This shit would leave me swearing.
Or maybe fucking crying,
Or maybe make me shout,
I'll write this song as Austin throws me out.
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7. |
Trenches/Outta Gas
02:27
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So you wake up, and it’s Friday.
But it’s kinda hard to tell.
And the week has been a stalwart march,
Right through a special hell.
And I find out that the Eulogy might ring the final bell,
And that’s sad, but I’m glad, you’re alive.
Fighting forward through the night,
And riding toward the light,
And though your road is different,
I’ll have you on my phone.
These trenches would be lonely, alone.
I've survived my share of car wrecks,
And I've survived some written bad checks,
I don't know if I'm surviving you.
Well if survival is living through it,
And not just having your pilot light lit,
Then you can't say I'm really cooking,
I have no gas at all,
Pull the plug
And kill the power
Shut the gas off
Let my final
hour be more than surviving
life must have more meaning
Than barely scraping by
All I want to do is live before I die.
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8. |
The Deathmatch
02:55
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Hang a wall of,
Highly collectible figures,
At the flea market,
None of them share my name.
Please cash only,
My taxes are a mess,
I can't get insurance,
'cause on the weekends I'm a,
Bull-Dozer
A human death machine.
Lightbulb glass in my forehead,
A lovely crimson sheen as my,
Blood paints the canvas,
My squared-circle knows no shame
I don't wanna be famous,
I wanna share my strength,
Through my pain.
When I walk at Walmart,
No one seems to mind,
Don't call me a legend,
Just another dude tryin to get by,
Be as nice as possible,
Let the scars speak for themselves,
Raise a bloody steel chair,
And remind them I'm the,
Bull-Dozer
A human death machine.
Lightbulb glass in my forehead,
A lovely crimson sheen as my,
Blood paints the canvas,
My squared-circle knows no shame
I don't wanna be famous,
I wanna share my strength,
Through my pain.
Bull-Dozer
Hurtling towards the grave,
Don't believe in suicide,
But I've found a way, to get my
Pain to the surface,
And give my pain a name:
Bull-Dozer
I hope you find.
Your strength.
Through my pain.
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9. |
Dan Got Mugged
02:43
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Well I’m afraid to go outside alone at night,
Because although I enjoy a mosh pit, I would die in a fight.
And in my mind every shadow hides a person waiting to jump me
So I stay inside. And refuse to leave the comfort of my
Insecurities, and all of my fears.
I may preach positivity but I fall asleep in tears.
I am small and I am weak and I am sad and I’m afraid,
on the inside. But to everybody else I look like
A mess.
You got mugged walking to the parking lot
You shoved a blade into his shoulder, let him bleed on the sidewalk.
I’d like to think if I were there I would’ve done the same but if I’m being
Honest with myself I would have let him
Take the six dollars that I hold to my name
Because being broke is preferable to the nerve searing pain
I carry a knife everywhere I go, but I will never use it
It’s more for intimidation, I’m really quite
The pacifist.
So go ahead and rob me, it won’t be hard
Hell, if you need what I’ve got that bad I’ll give it free of charge
The only way that we can show we don’t need the police
Is to treat each other as if we were
Human beings, with the same exact needs
So I’ll help you if you agree to do the same for me
This paper that we trade it has to intrinsic worth.
It's just a way for the ruling class to keep us down.
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10. |
WebMD
03:04
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I took some pills,
and drank some medicine,
Herbal supplements and then,
Found myself a specialist,
Tried to get some help with this,
Looked online for some advice,
Tried to check opinions twice,
Drove out west to get some air,
More of the medicine everywhere,
I'm scared of going to a doctor,
'Cuz it might help but then I'm stuck there,
Turns out, it's not that I'm insane:
I've got this feeling coursing through my brain.
I took some pills,
and drank some medicine,
Herbal supplements and then,
Found myself a specialist,
Tried to get some help with this,
Looked online for some advice,
Tried to check opinions twice,
Drove out west to get some air,
More of the medicine everywhere,
I'm scared of going to a,
Doctor 'cuz I might get stuck there,
Turns out, not that I'm insane:
This feeling is still coursing through my brain.
This love, it turning, terminal
And I can't find the cure
I don't love you anymore
But I can't convince my brain it's true
It seems to think I'm still in love with you
This love, it turning, terminal
And I can't find the cure
I don't love you anymore
But I can't convince my brain it's true
It seems to think I'm still in love with you
(And so I'll) take some pills,
and drink some medicine,
Herbal supplements and then,
Find myself a specialist,
Try to get some help with this,
Look online for some advice,
Try to check opinions twice,
Drive out west to get some air,
More of that medicine everywhere,
[I'm scared of going to a,
Doctor 'cuz I might get stuck there,
Turns out, not that I'm insane:
This latent love is coursing through my brain.
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11. |
Hey Mr. Bear Man
02:09
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Hey Mr. BearMan
I'm sorry.
But not for that man, I'm sorry for running away.
We used to be close, man.
Until I hit the ropes and,
buckled, and bailed, and realized
I couldn't maintain.
So I ran and saw the sunrise,
over the Atlantic,
Rising above an unblemished year,
And I knew
How it must feel
To be a sheet of paper
Clean and new,
and couldn't maintain
I'm sorry Mr. Bear Man
I'm sorry I'm a fuckup
I know that you still care, man
You'll always pick me back up
And knowing that you're there, man
Means I'm not alone
And I knew
That a teeming sea of monsters
Would be left in the wake behind me
And the gods of wealth and finance
Wouldn't be enough to stop me
From becoming true
I'm sorry Mr. Bear Man
I'm sorry I'm a fuckup
I know that you still care, man
You'll always pick me back up
And knowing that you're there, man
Means I'm not alone
I'm sorry Mr. Bear Man
I'm sorry I'm a fuckup
I know that you still care, man
You'll always pick me back up
And knowing that you're there, man
Means I'm not alone
Hanging with you will always feel like home.
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Frankly Lost Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Frankly Lost is a rogue personality fronting a slowly-ever-growing band of misfits making highly energetic and earnest DIY music that feels somewhere between fringey singer-songwriter Art and ska-punk. Following in the tradition of American Folk music, their works are musically and lyrically simple, charged with emotion, and inspired by acts such as Erik Petersen’s Mischief Brew and Frank Turner. ... more
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