The Hard Truth

by D.M. Franklin Kane

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"The Hard Truth" ponders the age-old themes of Self and our standing in the universe. For kids ages 7+

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released 04 March 2014

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

All songs © 2014 D.M. Malboeuf (502 Tunes / ASCAP)

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D.M. Franklin Kane Chapel Hill, North Carolina

"The Hard Truth" is the latest collection of songs from North Carolina's D.M. Franklin Kane.

This is Kane's first official release since 1999 ("Greenway Park") and comes on the heels of his 5 years as bassist and contributing songwriter ("Dutiful Scout") for Greensboro N.C.'s Citified.

"The Hard Truth" ponders the age-old themes of self and our standing in the universe. For kids ages 7+
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Track Name: These Days
There's a peace when dogs are digging, it's too much for me to bear
And the vintage powder pack, oh no, we'd better not go there
There's the clumsy, loving couple who perhaps have need to die

These days, darlin'
These days
These days everything makes me cry

There's an injun at the window with the water-cooler raised
There's an empty set of sneakers for the lonely and the crazed
There's a goldfish playing possum till the flush will let him fly

These days, darlin'
These days
These days everything makes me cry
Oh, everything makes me cry

It isn't just injustice or man's abuse to man
It isn't just the things I know I'll never see again
It isn't very pretty, so I take my leave goodbye
But these days everything makes me cry

There's a song I keep repeating I'm pretending that I wrote
There's a bird upon the phone pole that consoles with every note
There's a drunken Santa's monologue-
A wizard's loss of greed-
There's schmuck who finds his purpose from a boy he helped to feed
When I feel a little evil, some unworthy, kicked and shoved

The trees, the sun, and rain and stars
Remind me that I'm loved
Oh, the trees, the sun, and rain and stars
Remind me that I'm loved.

Oh, these days, darlin'
These days
These days everything makes me cry
Everything makes me cry
Oh, everything makes me cry
Track Name: Let Them Win
Oh, Lord tie my tongue behind me
Bind my hands there, too
What have I done to honor you?
What have I - what have I done
To honor you?

But be a bad boy?
Live up to the lip?
Let that filthy scrawl determine how my inhibitions slip?
I let them win
I let them win

Oh, Lord what has become of me?
What have I turned to?
Why didn't I just turn to you?
Why didn't - why didn't I
Just turn to you?

And the newsprint
Refuses to lie
There's a reason I'm here singing, but I can't remember why
I let them win
I let them win
I let them win….

Oh, my wrong and right
I don't know
I've fallen hard
It starts to show….
I can't recall
The number of thy lock
It only serves to show
The look seen from afar
Seen from afar

Up to the door I hummed
With the purest of intentions
And perhaps to prove to myself I'm not all-bad
I'm not all-bad
But won't the smallest flaw tear down civilization?
But was it really all that civilized before?

Oh, Lord… 
I let them win.
Track Name: One Foot Out The Door
When the world has tossed you lemons
But you've lost your sense of taste
Don't spend your time believing you've got that much more to waste
So youth is wasted on the young? I've heard that line before

This old house is not so old
But I've got one foot out the door

Oh, screw the renovations, there ain't nuthin' goin' on
And all the work I've DIY'd I've DIY'd all wrong
Now I survey this mess I've made and miss the more I pour

This old house is not so old
But I've got one foot out the door

Oh, I've hammered and been hammered
But still nuthin' getting done
Been living in the basement
And it's not a lot of fun

So if you've come to say Goodbye it's still BYOB
But as long as you're still bringing yours,
Please bring some more for me
So hurry up, you can't be sure I'll be here any more

This old house is not so old
But I've got one foot out the door

This old house is not so old
But I've got one foot out the door
Track Name: The Mind Of God
Who knows another man's heart?
Who knows another man's hell?
Even peeking in through his bedroom window
That's only half the story you could tell

Who knows another man's fear?
Who knows what haunts his head?
Have you seen every one of his dreams
Spill from the bottle he just dropped from bed?

Who knows the mind of God? Not I, no…
Who knows the mind of God?
Who knows the mind of God? Not I, so
I withhold my judgment

Who knows what's hiding in the fog?
Who knows what's hidden by the stain?
Who can throw the stones and who can sympathize
When we've all had to improvise how we handle pain?

Who knows what happens in the end?
Who knows what happened at the start?
All that I know is that I wanna be near
The One who gives that lasting peace of mind…
And soul and heart
Soul and heart

Who knows the mind of God? Not I, no…
Who knows the mind of God?
Who knows the mind of God? Not I, so
I withhold my judgment

Who knows the mind of God? Not I, no…
(I wanna know I never will)
Who knows the mind of God?
(I wanna know I never will)
Who knows the mind of God? Not I, so
(I wanna know I never will)
I withhold my judgment
Track Name: Face To Face With Doom
Were I face to face with doom 24 hours a day
I'd not have time to ponder my mistakes
Preoccupied by fright and planning my escape
Oh, were I face to face with doom 24 hours a day

Were I in the jaws of death 12 long months a year
I doubt if I'd desire to have you here
Bitten and embattled, but tears would fade away
Oh, were I face to face with doom 24 hours a day

I'd be just fine
If my life were on the line
I'd be OK
Dodging bullets night and day

Oh, but all's still uneventful
My empty hours spent
Choked on my repentance
Blinded by regret


And my free time replays my crime
Like a silver medal vault
I can't forget my fault

Were I to take my final breath 7 days a week
I'd not care if our odds look slim and bleak
No wasted respiration begging you to stay
Oh, were I face to face with doom 24 hours a day

Were I face to face with doom 24 hours a day
I'd not have time to ponder my mistakes
Preoccupied by fright and planning my escape
Oh, were I face to face with doom 24 hours a day

Were I face to face with doom 24 hours a day
Track Name: Prayer Of The Unrepentant
Lord, never leave me
Though I never try
Lord, never leave me
Though I don't know why
I fail to stay in touch with Him

It's not like He asks that much of me…
Just that I repent of sin, oh no…
Just that I repent of sin
Just that I repent

Lord, guide my footsteps
Though I walk away
Lord, guide my footsteps
Though all I can say, is
"Thanks for nothing, man."

It's not like He asks that much of me…
Just that I repent of sin, oh no…
Just that I repent of sin
Just that I repent

Here it's sundown, I see no reason
Not to wake up those buddies I should deny
So, I bow down to drink their touch and
I've never felt so much of this beauty
True, it's a lie
Here we go…

I don't want you to tell Him how my empty nights are spent
I don't want you to tell Him how my mind is bent
I don't want, He don't need to know
His witness has just died
Here and by my side
Here and by my side

Come call me home and
I'll cook up the cow
Come call me home and
I'll come figure how
I failed to stay in touch with Him

It's not like He asks that much of me…
Just that I repent of sin, oh no…
Just that I repent of sin

 Just that I repent
Track Name: Like Hell
I look like Hell
Thus ends all the debate, I've changed to embody
That location as of late

I look like Hell
So no need to wonder anymore how it could be
And no need to pity me
Off you go, just move along

'Cause there's a seat down by the ringside
So take one for yourself
And enjoy the show with everybody else

I look like Hell
You should've known it all along, here there's no poetry
I guess ol' Dante got it wrong

I look like Hell
Yea, I brought it on myself, I'm almost as empty
As the bottle on my shelf
Down it goes, just move along

'Cause there's a seat down by the ringside
It's just for you to take
So enjoy, the joke's on me, for Heaven's sake

You know, Hell is not a flame or fire,
For mine have all gone out
It's a mother's one-time pride-and-joy
Just stumbling about

I look like Hell
There's a devil in my heart that's made it fun for me
So let that pity-party start

I look like Hell
You better hit that track advance, I stand by my entry
Before you go, come watch me dance
There's a chance you've had it wrong

Though each seat down by the ringside
Was taken while we spoke
There's a place for you onstage
Can't you see?
Every fool needs a straight man
And man, I need a joke

You know, Hell is not a flame or fire,
For mine have all gone out
It's a mother's one-time pride-and-joy
Just stumbling about
Track Name: Little Kids
We can try to fool our children but they're smarter than you think
We can try to fool our lovers, too, but they'll read us like a shrink
You can run to trick your mothers, but I tried and never did

All grown up
The truth is out
Inside we're little kids

Hey, mister engineer, whose face is like a stone
Toiling till the morning in his office all alone
His thoughts are with the first he loved
His eyes are on the grid

He's all grown up but
The truth is out
He's still a little kid

Why did that cold shoulder yesterday
Roll off me into abyss?
And yet that same sort of shoulder years ago
Still hurts me?

Hey, children everywhere in playpens or with canes
Here's some dime store wisdom you can bounce around your brains
Remember how I tried to trick my ma, but never did?

Well, you should never kid a kidder
That's such a waste of play
With one who was a child inside until her dying day

So orphans, mormons, sleeper cells
We're labeled, locked, and hid
The truth is out, we're all screwed-up
But still just little kids

So orphans, mormons, sleeper cells
We're labeled, locked, and hid
The truth is out, our broken hearts
Belong to little kids
Track Name: Mel Brooks Commentary
Don't offer no apologies
Don't offer no defense
You should've kept your cool
I guess the need was too intense
Don't ever feel a fool
To work while others sleep

Just know that you're not Santa Claus
Just know that you're not Santa


Diving in, you lost yourself
It wasn't yours to keep
In trying to etch out a place you came off as a creep
But you can show your face
Though you've lost your season pass

You thought that you were Santa Claus
You thought that you were Santa

You once sought wisdom but now you're weary of pursuit
Then it simply falls at your feet
You lived for it once, now it seems so scary

Mel Brooks Commentary shouldn't be the hook
Mel Brooks Commentary shouldn't be the hook

Living started late for you
There was no beaten path
It all was adding up
But you were never good at math
Nor ever fast enough
To keep the common pace

You thought there was a Santa Claus
You thought there was a Santa

You once sought wisdom but now you're weary of pursuit
Then it simply falls at your feet
You lived for it once, now it seems so scary

Mel Brooks Commentary shouldn't be the hook
Mel Brooks Commentary shouldn't be the hook

Well, keep my comments out of this
Though I'm speaking simple truth
There's no substitute for your own youth
So, you blew it, boy
Get through your little curse
Take it from a Jew, it could be worse

I miss my mother, too
John Candy, Dom
The lion on the sign
There's not much we can do but keep writing
while there's time

How did I get into your head?
Why did you seek me out?
How did I get from space to his mess you whine about?
We're both a basket case
So, just drop another name

Mel Brooks Commentary shouldn't be the hook
Mel Brooks Commentary shouldn't be the hook
Track Name: Dale City Exit
There's a bump in the night
Just a noise, not a word

That haunts you as you drive
Seeming so routine, it almost brings you back alive
But you should know better than that

And the sight that you sought
Has seen better days
So, you pray that a lesson was taught
So now you're off to the south
Straight ahead, no one knows

As the Dale City Exit comes and goes
As the Dale City Exit comes and goes

It's tough to say goodbye
To what you never knew, but I can
Sense the reason why
You seem to have the need

For the tall tales we use
To fuel our despair are like
Comforting shoes that we wear

So now it's all headed south
Take a stare, no one knows

As the Dale City Exit comes and goes
As the Dale City Exit comes and goes

So what of all the "what if ?" scenarios?
And what else could you do but what you've done?
You took the road less traveled
Now, you're running out of street
It isn't what you thought
It isn't what you thought
Now you ought to rest your feet

There's such terror in your heart
An interstate unwinding
You could almost fall apart
If you were ever in one piece

And the fight that you fought
Has seen better days
So you pray that a lesson was taught
So now it's all headed south
Take a stare, no ones knows

As the Dale City Exit comes and goes
As the Dale City Exit comes and goes

As the Dale City Exit comes and goes
As the Dale City Exit comes and goes
Track Name: The Hard Truth
Well, you may give your all
You can give your best
But the hard truth to swallow is you aren't as gifted as the rest

Well, you may work sleepless nights
You can risk, sacrifice
But the hard truth to swallow is somehow you still throw loaded dice

It's a pill I'd hate to take
Once you swallow, it's destroyed
That simple wish
To simply make
And hope that someone
Somewhere, anywhere
To hope that someone, somewhere, anyone, anywhere enjoyed

Well, I may lose time and again
I may trip and offend
But the hard truth to swallow is I know
I can't quit 'til I win

Oh but the hard truth
I'll choke upon and swallow is
I'll never, never quit until I win.