1. |
One Hour
02:04
|
|||
|
There's just one hour left in summer
Why can't my wristwatch just stop?
I've no real reason to grieve the season
I just don't wanna let it go
Just don't wanna let it go, no, no
Just don't wanna let it go...
'Cause I know I'll never come as close again
I'll never come as close again
I'll never come as close as I came
When I was with them.
|
||||
2. |
Greenway Park
03:48
|
|||
|
Tangled between two different kinds of time
Awake and face to face
A wasted night again I should've spent
Alone in the dark
Dreaming of then and Greenway Park
The scent of my sin turns sickening when
Visions from my sleep slip and somehow combine
With this mess that I call mine
The world wants me but I only want to be left alone
After what it's shown I gasp beneath the grief as every leaf
Breathes in the dark
Atop the trees of Greenway Park
Dreaming of friends and Greenway Park
Why do I have to be stuck here in misery?
I only want to see that which mean most to me
No pleasure could compare to our encounters there
Augmented by the beams
By the glow
That Greenway in the evening only knows
What have I traded just to keep the people pleased?
Only takes a taste to make my senses clear
If this is me, why am I here?
Your rings don't disturb me 'cause I'm nowhere near a phone
Now my days are spent cemented to this seat
The sounds of feet
Creep 'cross the park
To frighten me as day grows dark
Creep next to me, friends, in Greenway Park
|
||||
3. |
Katie
04:06
|
|||
|
She ain't ready to reject her precious doll collection
But it seems to me
To be the direction that she's steadily headed in
She ain't ready to accept that anxious boy's affection
Impatiently he waits and stands and
Hopes this is the single-most appropriate time
To ask that dance
That tragic dance
That turns Katie from her toys
She ain't willing to revise her life without a reason
But it seems lately
She swallows excuses without a lot of scrutiny
She ain't trying to devise no counterplot to stop him
He gets so close
She waits and stands and
Hopes this is the single-most appropriate time
To take that dance
That tragic dance
That turns Katie from her toys
She ain't got long to be
She ain't got long to be
She ain't got long to be
'Til she turns thirteen
She ain't gonna be impressed much longer by my presence
And it seems lately
I've subtly slipped from The Model to a novelty
She ain't changing for the best
But what can you do but let her?
And it gets to me
He baits and waits and rubs his hands and
Hopes this is the single-most appropriate time
To ask that dance
That tragic dance
That turns Katie from her toys
|
||||
4. |
Meghan
03:42
|
|||
|
There was an oriental boy
To her he was The Rage
He never met her but in pen upon a notebook page
But dimension's of no consequence when Love's behind the wheel
And she will not divert despite the hurt she feels
She kneeled and softly sang
"Wake up, Boomerang"
"Wake up, Boomerang"
"Wake up, Boomerang"
Meghan saw his flaws but chose to cherish them instead
She overlooked the pale blue lines that striped him heel to head
The ragged edge, the smudging ink that turned him to a blur
Just quirks and quite appealing properties to her
Now hear the words she sang
"Wake up, Boomerang"
"Wake up, Boomerang"
"Wake up, Boomerang"
In the fall she fell apart
Feeling down about the boy he'll never be
On her wall, or full of darts
He's still more of a man than
Any she's met out in 3-D
3-D....
Oh, Boomerang...
So, look back at the classroom where that simple sketch was made
Scrawled upon a desktop in the throes of 7th grade
A noble oriental lad in pencil drawn to scale
Standing hand-in-hand beside the girl who never failed
To hope each time she sang
"Wake up, Boomerang"
"Wake up, Boomerang"
"Wake up, Boomerang"
|
||||
5. |
Shelby
06:23
|
|||
|
The roaring music from the poor P.A.
Four hundred faces all facing her way
Some choreography and costumes
Are helping Shelby stay composed today
A kind rendition of a crooked smile
A lunchroom exit led in single file
The final lap left in this last mile
Are helping Shelby stay composed today
Shelby tries...
Ballpoint graffiti on the tabletop
Some boring stories and some rotten pop
Fists full of pickles crunching non-stop
Are helping Shelby stay composed today
Some sidewalk smalltalk as the curtain fell
Some sordid secret she can't wait to tell
Some vague promises and a school bell
Are helping Shelby stay composed
Shelby tries...
Before you forget how to play
Return once more to Greenway
Though her favorite song suggests
She's "Just A Girl" -well, I know best
She's so much more and should know better
And if a world of girls would meet down on Scott and Camden Street
They'd get her to lead 'em 'round
And the town that she'd show's such a pretty place
When seen through innocent eyes
Though I think she knows how to hide her face
She sees evil and smiles
At least she tries...
She tries...
Shelby tries...
Before you forget how to play
Return once more to Greenway
|
||||
6. |
Kelly
03:48
|
|||
|
Kelly's eyes so wide before me
Kelly's eyes are all I see
Kelly's eyes
Someone go warn the daylight
Her stare outshines its glare
The soft kiss of their glisten
Dampens the flare
Oh, to be seen and kissed by their glisten is all I need
Kelly's eyes so wide before me
Kelly's eyes are all I see
Kelly's eyes
The trees sprout out of season
When they're within her view
And each limb simply limpens when she moves through
When she leaves all their limbs simply limpen
Mine do too
Kelly's eyes
Could they be
Actually only two feet away from me
Sweetly turned up towards my face
Kelly's eyes
Open wide
Look inside of me and see all of the good you've made awake
That no one could ever find
Our eyes now aligned
Look inside my mind
Could eyes that seem to see still be blind?
Kelly's eyes so wide before me
Kelly's eyes are all I see
Kelly's eyes
I'll watch them while they flicker
'Til they fade into night
The soft kiss of their glisten
Slips out of sight
But she'll wake all the world with their glisten...
|
||||
7. |
Andy
06:04
|
|||
|
Tiny hands
So massive to the mother
Reaching in, begin to tend to this blessed event
Tiny nose
Poking through those cold bars
Learns a few brand new clues
From this girl's-eye view of first-time gerbil birth
Were you with her
As the mystery unraveled there?
Where she wondered
'Why do they bite the ones they bare?'
I know a girl
She's breeding four-legged beasts
Eight ain't enough but a dozen will do
She's ended with plenty beginning with two
From her dreams
She hears a stomach rumble
Up and dressed, she cannot rest when a pet's distressed
From the cage
Can she hear their whispers?
Were a man to understand would he hear a plan
That plots a Great Escape?
Now or never
She's cracked their codes and broke their will
Will she ever run out of funds to keep the young filled?
I know a girl
She's feeding four-legged beasts
A bit of a chef but her shift never ends
Never a leftover left in their pens
An itch? She knows why
A whine? She knows which
I fail to understand why they would defy the touch of Andy's hand
But still they scurry fast away
She once hit the wild and soothed a savage beast each time she smiled
And for an instant, Man and Animal were nearly friends
I wanna be just like those lucky others
I wanna be her guinea pig but I'm just too big
I wanna see her eyes in vast proportion
From the den of the rent-free pen she would keep me in
If I were trimmed with fur
"Grrrrowl!"- I'll have to practice to convince
But will she keep me perpetually fed and pet in my fence?
I know a girl
She's breeding four-legged beasts
Eight ain't enough but a dozen will do
She's ended with plenty beginning with two
A bit of a chef but her shift never ends
Never a leftover left in their pens
|
||||
8. |
Audrey
06:16
|
|||
|
The limp, empty swing still attempted to soar
'Cause Audrey was in it but minutes before
It cradled and carried her up 'til she leapt
Thus leaving an absence it could not accept
The rusted chains and rubber seat just tremble in her wake
Like grieving lips and grinding, lonesome groans
Audrey runs from ride to ride and wonder why they break
The swing too weak to rise
It's weak for want of eyes
The kids on the slide seemed unable to slip
It sensed Audrey on it and wanted to grip
But she wriggled free from the bent, buckled tin
Then glanced back, half-baffled, at the twist that it's in
The twice-retired attendant took it down to make repairs
But every heckled effort was in vain
Audrey dodged the onslaught of the children's vicious stares
The swing too weak to rise
It's weak for want of eyes
It's no fun to be alone and bare the night like naked bone
And having neither flesh nor blood to wear
There she comes, she has a way when
Her fingers clutch them as she plays and
You could almost swear they come alive
You could almost say she's in their arms, but then
That wouldn't make a lotta sense- you'd seem so strange
Wait'll she grows up and he's alone again
Betcha see a subtle change
See a subtle change
The swings and the slide- heck, the whole jungle gym
Stand judged by the city, sitting "Fit To Condemn"
But they turn away to avoid the the results
As listless kids sicken and then turn to adults
Audrey's torn the park apart but she won't bare the blame
Now she's been banned and cannot come around
Audrey runs from ride to ride that somehow aren't the same
The swing too weak to rise
It's weak for want of eyes
Audrey got up late to walk her dog, but then
She found the broken swing and slide at her back door
They could be fixed up- the swing could soar again
Watch her press upon the sky
Press upon the sky
Press upon-
Press upon-
She leaps- she leaps-
She-
Uh-oh! Woah--
She lets it rust and stack
"Til there's no turning back
Oh, she knows
But she throws it all out anyway-
|
||||
9. |
Lucy
03:46
|
|||
|
Diamonds in the sky from some song that Lennon penned
I'm swapping at the hock shop for a buck or two to spend
I'm stretching my dead presidents and bending my thin dimes
To get a fitting gift without committing any crimes
A hundred times the footage plays
I fast and pray a dozen days
And all I am is looking strange- it doesn't change a thing
I've got no nerve to bring
Lucy what I bought in my second shot at saying "Bye"
Are you plastered on the funny page, dramatic black and white?
Is it hard to breathe beneath those articles they write?
If you will give your guidance, I will drop the nickel in
Just prop by my piano and the session shall begin
Remember when I made that face?
Oops- another girl and place
But if the worlds were rearranged, it wouldn't change a thing
I've got no nerve to bring
Lucy what I bought in my second shot at saying "Bye"
Lucy what I bought is my second shot at saying "Bye"
Lucy what I bought in my second shot at saying "Bye"
"Bye"
Well, Desilu Productions couldn't do a better job
You helped this hapless loser change to such a lucky slob
You've made a mess of "Babaloo" and poor, old Mr. Mertz
Who never gets nostalgic 'til he gets some brand new shirts
The hurt he knows, I know it now
It's not those old clothes, anyhow
It's the 'me' those seams surrounded when you last were near
The end of fifth grade year
A mute, you know- but still sincere
I had the sequence planned
But you can't understand
Lucy what I bought in my second shot at saying
Lucy what I bought in my second shot at saying
Oh, Lucy what I bought in my second shot at saying "Bye"
|
||||
10. |
Joanna
04:51
|
|||
|
Is this oddity sure proof of Heaven's Hand?
This patch of sunlight where Joanna used to stand
That never loses its luminance
Despite night or cumulus conditions
Now and then she would stop off at this spot
I never knew if she intended to or not
All that I saw was a silhouette bounded by gold
Whose source was not quite sunken yet
As the murmur of the runoff water flowed
She whispered words to me my ears could not decode
I didn't press or investigate
Why resolve when to guess and never know's so great?
And if time were a kinder breed of beast
We'd still be ten with the year endlessly leased
No want or need to go anywhere
Seated here with Joanna standing there
I'll never need another reason to believe
God-given gifts outnumber stripes upon my sleeve
Funny how turmoil turns to song within
My calm thoughts of here and her and them and then
Fresh out of Fragola in a post-traumatic state
All my precious flashbacks gets here weak and way too late
There goes old General Yesterday
He won't die
He just slowly fades away
I stand and start to leave what's left of Greenway Park
All my precious flashbacks just ran past me in the dark
Our of my reach at electric speed
Do they touch-
Will they lead me to-
To that place
To that place
To that place
Where Joanna stands?
|
||||
11. |
Seven 5th Grade Girls
05:14
|
|||
|
He never thought that he would ever live his fondest dream
Why'd they come to occupy the bench space next to him?
He made a scene from simple lines they smiled to see
He never new true joy 'til someone said "Make one for me..."
Tender looks daily fell upon his face and hands
Awakening within him what no grownup understands
So energized by eyes lined up so stunningly
He didn't notice he'd begun to lose his novelty
Just an anachronism living in an unforgiving world
Here's a self-sunk nuh-uh dreamboat with seven 5th grade girls
A pastry torn and taken like a promised couple's cake
Endless situations only men upstairs could make
He can't believe that she turned down the open gym
He can't believe he heard her stammer "I'm being with him."
Interviewed for purposes uncertain to the host
Her videocassette possessed by every moments ghost
Just when he thinks he's found the phrase of perfect shape
He lifts his face to see that she has just run out of tape
Just an anachronism living in an unforgiving world
Here's a self-sunk nuh-uh dreamboat with seven 5th grade girls
One girl whimpered "Call me..."
One gave a quick embrace
One pledged her affection with an odd-expressioned face
One had a wall reserved for drawings he'd done
But within a month she'd hung some pop-teen's new poster
In his scribbled picture's place
One girl had a mother that said "He's a little strange..."
One left for the summer and came back completely changed
When only one remained
One was enough
To remind him
To remind him
To remind him
A closer look would show his open book goes never read
His eyes slide off the pages and he scans the streets instead
He wonders why their passings-through are now so few
He doesn't see the subtle changes in each face he drew
Just an anachronism living in an unforgiving world
Here's a self-sunk nuh-uh dreamboat with seven 5th grade girls
Just an anachronism living in an unforgiving world
Here's a self-sunk nuh-uh dreamboat with seven 5th grade girls
|
||||
12. |
Greenway Park, 2006 A.D.
09:36
|
|||
|
I'm living in slow-motion like a poorly greased machine
Unaware my world had warped into this wretched thing
Yet I know no matter how bad it may seem to be
Still I go away, always halfway asleep
In my sleep...
I'm there one more time
And it seems so strange 'cause something has changed
All the faces I had known have grown and left me here alone
I'm there one more time
But the cutting crew obstructs my view
Is this the park where we once played?
Was this stump once Katie's shade?
All around the mud may fly but I just want to be clean
What I call "monstrosity" most others call "routine"
Yet I know, no matter how mad it all seems to be
Still I go away, always safely asleep
In my sleep
I'm there one more time
And it seems so strange 'cause something has changed
Has the sun somehow been dimmed?
Have my tall trees all been trimmed?
I'm there one more time
But the runoff creek's run dry this week
Didn't Shelby help restore the stream?
Did Meghan's script contain this scene?
My Bonneville once signaled my arrival
My Bonneville now crushed into a cube
And I mistake the soft wind for their whispers
That I'm missing more the more I listen for them
And I can almost hear those two angelic voices
Sing to me again a day before my birthday
And I wonder if they share in my fondness
I wonder if they dream of then like I dream of then
And as they take those first tense steps into this mighty world
Do they remember days
Huddled 'round the bench
With our pencils and pens?
Our pencils and pens...
Do they remember these trees?
Do they remember...?
What have I traded just to keep the people pleased?
I'm there one more time
And it seems so strange 'cause something has changed
All the faces I had known have grown and left me here alone
I'm there one more time
But the swings and slide aren't fit to ride
If Audrey saw she'd stand amazed
Now, where's the wildlife Andy raised?
I'm there one more time
But it seems so strange 'cause something has changed
They've gone and dug the ground a gulch
They've shred the shrubs all into mulch
I'm there one more time
But the calm-serene's turned gasoline
Did Lucy ever come this far?
Is this Joanna's handlebar?
I'm there one more time
But there's little saved there's left to pave
Is this stretch of fresh cement the precious place our days were spent?
I'm there one more time
But the cutting crew corrupts my view
Is this bench where I read that book
On winter days when Kelly shook?
I'm there one more time...
|
||||
13. |
Between The Banks
01:56
|
|||
|
Her day begins as mine is winding down
There's little room for middle ground
But someone built a bridge between the banks
Someone built a bridge between the banks
And we just spent an hour there
I clutched the rail as Audrey called her dog
Bridge between the banks
Bridge between the banks
I wish I knew who put it there
So I could say 'Thanks"...
|
||||
D.M. Franklin Kane Chapel Hill, North Carolina
"Up, Alive!" is the latest collection of songs from North Carolina's D.M. Franklin Kane.
This is Kane's first full-length release since 2014's "The Hard Truth."
If you like D.M. Franklin Kane, you may also like:
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts.
go to album
A surprisingly tender and intimate concept record about long distance love from Cody Votolato of The Blood Brothers/Head Wound City.
go to album
the happiest man on earth
by Michael VM
Rollicking roots music from Michael VM, “the happiest man on earth” is equal parts grit and soul.
go to album
Stay Inside – Songs from The Great Indoors
by Stay Inside
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 21, 2020
go to album
i blew on a dandelion and the whole world disappeared
by American Pleasure Club
Like winter branches lined with snow and ice, Sam Ray (Ricky Eat Acid, Teen Suicide)'s latest is delicate, spare, melancholy, and beautiful.
go to album
Making The Saint
by Chris Schlarb
Truck-driving Asthmatic Kitty recording artist, releases 5 new pensive tracks, recorded solo, in an old cabin.
go to album
Nina Nastasia & Jeff MacLeod join forces as Jolie Laide, playing noir-y songs that glow soft as moonlight.
go to album
