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Up, Alive!

by D.M. Franklin Kane

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1.
I never let it die, I keep it on replay It always ends up the same way Gotta bite that tooth again And I wonder where the time has gone But the writing’s on the wall Now I’ve heard it and seen it all So I've wandered ‘round through town on foot I guess I look at little worse for wear Just like that old dog always on the postman’s route that one day just isn’t there And my, oh my, that short-shorts girl may just have caught me peeking When The Kid from Public Speaking Snaps me back to my old rage Yea, The Kid from Public Speaking Just jogged past me, middle-aged Just let the baby cry, the check is on the way It always ends up on replay Watch ‘em bite that tooth again They never wonder where the time has gone Or read the writing on the wall I done heard it and seen it all So, the malfunctioning man grunts “Happy Birthday” again A trick he learned back in The War Well, he got a lotta questions since his people are gone Niece just-a-shruggin’ back behind the door So, does the poor soul that’s lost inside know all we both are seeking? Like The Kid from Public Speaking Who shone bright upon the stage Yea, The Kid from Public Speaking Just jogged past me, middle-aged Well now, wound down, I’m feeling mortal again But there’s no other ‘where’ to go but ‘up’ So I'm chuggin’ cold Columbian with zipper in hand Itchin’ to empty myself back in the cup There’s a Deadbeat Dad in a Barbie car Wheezing past and inching up the hill I kinda know just what put me here But I’ve just about had my fill They say the “dour, white hacks” and the “cacklin’ blacks” Bitch-smack their girlfriends just for sport Rooster gonna loot somebody IRA His vay-cay piggy coming up too short And the force fed to all involved has folks at home critiquing Including The Kid from Public Speaking In his armchair, faux-enraged The Kid from Public Speaking In his big house, disengaged (Look, Ma!) Yea, The Kid from Public Speaking Who shone bright upon the stage Yea, The Kid from Public Speaking Just jogged past me, middle-aged
2.
Grand Design 04:02
I see the future as clearly as the past I see myself looking back And there’s no stretch of time without grief in every season And there’s so much rhyme So much rhyme without reason Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah... Boys making faces at the girl across the way Would they even know her face today? And there’s so little time, so little peace in every season And there’s so much rhyme So much rhyme without reason Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah... Without reason Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah... There’s a poetry to it all There’s a poetry to it all But I can’t read between the lines To reason out a Grand Design So I'm left to wander through the ‘verse Wondering what’s worse? Stars are born and stars explode… Whoa, whoa... I see the future as clearly as the past I see myself looking back And there’s no stretch of time without grief in every season And there’s so much rhyme All of the time So much rhyme without reason Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah... Without reason Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah... There’s a poetry to it all
3.
Inchworm 02:39
Inchworm, Inchworm- Writhing in despair I watch in horror as you lay there, oh Inchworm, Inchworm- Writhing at my feet I’m looking down Feeling big, feeling small Wonder who’s looking down upon me? Wonder who’s looking down upon me? Oh... Inchworm, Inchworm- Going ‘bout your day When two angry ants got up in your way, oh Inchworm, Inchworm- They bite at you with glee I’m looking down Feeling big, feeling small Wonder who’s looking down upon me? Wonder who’s looking down upon me? Oh... Inchworm, Inchworm- Light upon the leaf That I offer you to attempt relief, oh Inchworm, Inchworm- I’ve made your matter worse I’m looking down Feeling big, feeling small Wondering if that’s why the one who looks down on me Never seems to intervene at all? Inchworm…
4.
Star 04:52
I keep my eyes down in hopes I’ll never fall My long shadow shortens then grows long again The evening breaks, the sky darkening Turn their telescopes toward... We marvel at the lights at night When all day there’s a star in our backyard We marvel at the distant lights at night When all day there’s a star in our backyard This grassy expanse, the vastness of space A dandelion nebula sighs by my face The light of life above breathes all before me But wherein do I fall? Why do I fall so hard? We marvel at the lights at night When all day there’s a star in our backyard We marvel at the distant lights at night When all day there’s a star in our backyard Is The Truth we’ve all be searching for Blinding at our back door- Winding ‘round us day by day? In the sunshine, falling upon my face? Thousands of suns, yet still I’m feeling cold The moon smiles to comfort me, or so I’m told It’s evidence enough my star’s still burning Though night has fallen hard It falls so hard We marvel at the lights at night When all day there’s a star in our backyard We marvel at the distant lights at night When all day there’s a star in our backyard
5.
When the road’s a rumble And you’ve locked your stare That’s when the madness of the factory is quiet by compare When your words are humble But taken as a dare That’s when the madness of the factory is quiet by compare Quiet by compare Your vaudeville hook in hand So, you pull the pills across the belt And you try to understand But no sense is there there That’s when the madness of the factory... Is quiet by compare Is quiet by compare When the hands keep spinning Much faster than seems fair That’s when the madness of the factory is quiet by compare When you scratch for freedom But no match is there That’s when the madness of the factory is quiet by compare Quiet by compare Your vaudeville hook in hand So, you pull the pills across the belt And you try to understand But no sense is there there Just emptiness, despair That’s when the madness of the factory The madness of the factory Madness of the factory Is quiet by compare Is quiet by compare Is quiet by compare Is quiet by compare
6.
Even given forgiveness, something still ain’t right Even asking your blessing haunts me every night I cry into a dream And I walk those country roads, so lost and on all-fours And I know now, without a doubt, you suffered Two One-Bee, can you mend my friend for me? Then the three of us can hunt for others Robot, man, canine- blood brothers Yea, the three of us can hunt for others And we’ll travel sea to sea, by sun and by the moon Guided by our hearts in hopes of finding them all soon And we’ll get them to their feet To loving arms and warm abodes We’ll heal the dogs that die alone along those country roads We’ll heal the dogs that die alone along those country roads Distant wimpers- our mission, something’s touched her nose Robot cradles the injured to his chest that glows It all must be a dream To see the fallen sigh, then rise up and on all-fours And to know now that I’ll no longer suffer Two One-Bee, can you mend my friend for me? Then the three of us can hunt for others Robot, man, canine- blood brothers Yea, the three of us can hunt for others I know, I know, I know, I know I know it’s just a dream I know, I know, I know, I know I know it’s just a dream So I pray myself to sleep As sun bows out to moon Hoping with my heart that their suffering ends soon Or that angels, by their grace, vacate their heavenly abodes To comfort dogs that die alone along those country roads... To comfort dogs that die alone along those country roads... To comfort dogs that die alone along those country roads...
7.
Aisle 43 03:18
‘He’s a Bossman Undercover’ - all the Lifers used to say As they pooled their slim resources Betting on when he’d reveal the truth and make everyone’s day But if they could read his mind... If they could read his mind... As he wrestles metal cattle from the customer corral They marvel his resources Wrangling the herd across the lot, not dusting once his brow But if they could read his mind... I’m afraid that all you’d find is Aisle 43 That’s where he wanders ‘round What he’s looking for can’t be found there On shelf or on the ground On Aisle 43 You couldn’t be more lost now, boy But you’ll be fine Just follow that blue light Just follow that blue light Just follow that blue light to aisles 11, 10 or 9 11, 10 or 9 That’s where he dropped the ball That’s where he lost it all A fat man on a forklift, a skeleton on guitar Make for such unlikely angels But only in losing all among them can he find his star But if they could read his mind... I’m afraid that all you’d find is Aisle 43 That’s where he wanders ‘round What he’s looking for can’t be found there On shelf or on the ground On Aisle 43 You couldn’t be more lost now, boy But you’ll be fine Just follow that blue light Just follow that blue light Just follow that blue light to aisles 11, 10 or 9 11, 10 or 9 That’s where he dropped the ball That’s where he lost it all
8.
Vladamir met the President They were all smiles and handshakes on the net Who’d have hoped our day was done? I guess I’m the only one They set their terms upon the table So impressed, the press were with the feast But just a nudge and it fell apart Oh, be filled my empty heart 'Cos there’s nothing like the sound of a treaty run aground And the sirens trump- a joy and my relief Now the dread of losing you will vanish like the dew From the sear of twenty suns that rise this fateful day So comforted in knowing the bombs are on their way That shooting star, like Newton’s apple It obeys the law, blind to regret How could it know that it was named? No, the poor stone shouldn’t be blamed 'Cos there’s nothing like the sound as when the heavens hit the ground Let my broken wishes tumble back to me Now the dread of losing you will vanish like the dew From the sear of twenty suns that rise this fateful day So comforted in knowing the bombs are on their way Why can’t they last as long as we do? I can't bear to think what little’s left... So while people pray their psalms of peace I’ll be right here, not holding my breath It’s better that the world should end than let go my only friend 'Cos there’s nothing like the sound as when the heavens hit the ground Let my broken wishes tumble back to me Now the dread of losing you will vanish like the dew From the sear of twenty suns that rise this fateful day So comforted in knowing So comforted in knowing So comforted in knowing that the bombs are on their way
9.
Up, Alive! 05:01
I just woke up, alive! Guess I’ll face another wretched day Seems I’m doomed to carry on, no matter what I pray I just woke up, alive! When last I hit my pillow, I so needed more than rest That silver cord should part as Abe received me to his breast But no such luck, the sun is up with two more scoops of pain Mocking from the boxtop as I start this shit again I can't believe that I woke up, alive! Guess I’ll face another wretched day Seems I’m doomed to carry on, no matter what I pray I just woke up, alive! It’s not, "I miss my mama" or the dogs I used to curb Survey says: "They Lived Enough!" and that "Afterlife’s Superb!" It’s just I’m out of options And my hopes are right behind Losing’s been my life, now Body- catch up with my Mind! I woke up, alive! Can’t believe I lived to see the day! I just woke up, alive- no, I can’t get away- I woke up, alive! Can’t believe I lived to see the day! I just woke up, alive- no, I can’t get away- Sure, I could pull the trigger I could take a flyin’ leap But, pussy that I am, I shake and cry myself to sleep It takes a special brand of sickness, man To keep these panties wet- That’s hanging on simply to see how fucked up things can get I can't believe that I woke up, alive! Guess I’ll face another wretched day Seems I’m doomed to carry on, no matter what I pray I just woke up, alive! I woke up, alive!

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Up, Alive! is the latest collection of songs from D.M. Franklin Kane.

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released January 19, 2018

Written, performed, recorded and mixed by D.M. Franklin Kane.
Mastered by Will Holland www.chillhousestudios.com

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"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."

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