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G-G-G-Ghost!
04:31
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Hail Satan,
Hail Satan,
You make a band up, on your own,
about a church you've never known,
as you sing with all your Satan-friends,
about the way that this world ends.
Protecting reproductive rights,
and shining the most ironic lights,
about who really, the bad guys are,
as you try to change things from afar -
and I, would like,
to be able to tear off my face,
then I could be someone else,
someone who's naturally Good.
So I, feel like,
I am able to understand, when you say:
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
So maybe this is how it ends,
with super-awesome-Satan-friends,
and we can let the organ play,
and let the church/band save the day,
And even if the world won't end,
well maybe I could start again,
then I could use a knife to see,
just who's living inside me -
and I, would like,
to be able to tear off my face,
then I could be someone else,
someone who's naturally Good.
So I, feel like,
I am able to understand, when you say:
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
and I, would like,
to be able to tear off my face,
then I could be someone else,
someone who's naturally Good.
So I, feel like,
I am able to understand, when you say:
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
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2. |
Whiny Art Child
02:10
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Whiny Art Child, banging pots and pans
existential dread, painted hands, and music stands,
Whiny Art Child, gonna write a song,
as a way to put an X down for where it all went wrong,
But if the song doesn't make them sing,
and if the band doesn't make it shine,
Then Whiny Art Child, maybe you're out of time.
Whiny Art Child, gonna get things done,
write enough songs and you might just write the one.
If your voice is whiny, that means it might be heard!
And a hundred whiny voices might be able to change the world.
So if this can make them sing,
and if the band can make it shine,
then I'll have your back, and I know that you'll have mine.
Whiny Art Child, look at what you've done,
by singing songs 'til the coming of the sun,
the voices raised have seen us through the night,
Now the vampires have been forced into the light.
The Night might have made them strong,
but it never made them right,
Whiny Art Child, you have brought the light
Whiny Art Child, you have brought the light!
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3. |
For You
04:03
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I know it might seem silly to say,
but now it comes I find that I'm sorry for what I've done
(without you)
And I know that there was no other way,
but I find now that I've gotten here I'm sorry for who I've loved
('cuz it was not you)
I know I needed cuts and scrapes,
To find my way and learn how to be who I am for you
And nobody wants a song,
about what's easy,
maybe if things were harder,
I'd write more songs for you.
'cuz I have been mistreated,
and told I'd never get to have it easy,
so sorry for my scar-songs,
but this one here is just for you.
I look into your eyes sometimes and feel like,
feel like, I am standing on the verge of death,
But not the kind, that terrifies me every night,
It feels more like my coming breath,
It feels, feels, more like a finish-line,
Like coming home just to be there by your side.
And nobody wants a song,
about what's easy,
maybe if things were harder,
I'd write more songs for you.
'cuz I have been mistreated,
and told I'd never get to have it easy,
so sorry for my scar-songs,
but this one here is just for you.
And nobody wants a song,
about what's easy,
maybe if things were harder,
I'd write more songs for you.
'cuz I have been mistreated,
and told I'd never get to have it easy,
but that shows what they know,
It's easy when I'm with you.
And I know I wrote a lot of songs,
but this one here will have to do.
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4. |
Mr. Exposed Entrepreneur
03:19
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I'm eating up street lights again
As drunk as I've ever been since a week ago
If my friends all knew, where I'd been going
Alone well then they'd be there too.
I got this from mugging a hobo
I told him I needed it more and he did under
-stand as we traded, I gave him 10 dollars.
He gave me a place I could stand
Knowing how I sound
Makes it hard for me to sing
And knowing who you are makes it hard for me to talk to you
But that doesn't make it sting
Any less
A battle fought every morning
Is not to start drinking at noon, or eleven,
Just keep sipping coffee, pretend things are fine,
And if nobody asks, it's alright.
I'd like to stop feeling lonely,
An' I think that my world's made for two.
But all I can do is, drink a personality,
And still never talk to you.
Knowing how I sound
Makes it hard for me to sing
And knowing who you are makes it hard for me to talk to you
But that doesn't make it sting
Any less
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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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