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Leaving Hollywood
04:45
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I got an intuition brewing that I just can’t help but save myself
It’s just another year moving along and I’m on a shelf
I got a reason for believing in the stubborn kinda season I’m, living in
It’s just a fantasy, a fable, and a cold path to the beginning
I got a warm indignation, I got a crooked kinda patience, coming about
I got a reason for believing, but babe that ain’t cheating,
When your world turns on the inside out
So I’m turning North up Vine, I’m tired of takin’ my goddamn time in this hollow hood
I know it’s wrong to say “I would”, getting gone just like I should
I’m leaving Hollywood
Lost on La Cienega, I’m stuck West of Cahuenga til ten
I guess the system has spoken, because it’s ripped my heart open again
I got a torn sense of containment, I’m making drunken foggy statements said at night
Hate for the wait has been deflating, my soul’s radiating,
Like a prophet who’s predictions were right
And If it’s all in who you know, it’s time again to let it all go, like a wise man could
I know it’s wrong to say “I would”, I’m getting gone like I should
I’m leaving Hollywood
I got an intuition brewing that I just cant help but save myself
It’s just another year moving along and I’m on a shelf
Nut now I’m easily amused by, things that I thought I’d done so wrong
Hate for the wait has been deflating, and my soul’s radiating,
Like a poor man breaking out into song
And Though your rose pedal wilts, testament to your thrills, misunderstood
I know it’s wrong to say “I would”, getting gone like I should
Leaving Hollywood
I know it’s wrong to say “I would”, I’m getting gone like I should
I’m leaving Hollywood
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2. |
The Little Things
03:54
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Reach, writing down a melody
Beat defeat, and remember the receipt
And so, you know, I’m gonna get it for free
Fire, fire’s gonna break the ice
I’m gonna roll the dice, don’t you drop the dime,
I’m gonna go get stoned in the red wine vines
I’m gonna make that left down Lone Pine road,
Season the evening and see where it goes
And so, you know, I’m gonna get it for free
And so, you know, it’s the little things
Time, time’s gonna turn the dial
And I’m trying, trying to read between the lines
I’m gonna right my wrongs, gonna wrong my rights,
I’m gonna stay up all night under the moonlight
I’m gonna feed my heart, gonna let it all go
Gonna save myself, gonna save my soul
And so, you know, I’m gonna get it for free
And so, you know, it’s the little things
It’s the little things
Yeah it’s the little things
It’s the little things
Yeah it’s the little things, yeah
It’s the little things
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3. |
Valentine
03:29
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Honey if I could afford you a diamond ring
Like a bird through the summer I would sing
And if we end of changing lanes, through hurricanes
I’d still just want, one damn thing
I traded beat up sneakers for brand new boots
I binged on your smile ‘til something bloomed
Ominous girl, rattle me to my roots
It’s the subtleties in silences that harbor your inner truths
But this fever grows and so I know
You got my heart on a string, don’t let it go
This is love so baby so,
Will you be mine, Valentine?
Will you be mine, Valentine?
What was once unsure has become spot on
I love the very ground you’re still standing on
Aside the ferry station, had a revelation
Beyond the pond where I left you waiting
The way this feeling flows it’s safe to say
You shine in ultra-violet rays
I want you, yes like now today
This is love so baby say
That you’ll be mine, Valentine.
Will you be mine, Valentine?
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4. |
Country Song
03:42
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Baby let me write you a country song
I could sing it to you from the evening until the break of dawn
You can sing along when you get drunk and stoned
So baby let me write you a country song
About the girl next door,
Living on the fourth floor of a brownstone
Out of place amidst the craze of the city maze
Or some lost love left behind that left you lonesome
With a country girl name like Maggy May
About getting good, or getting gone
A song about the girl with the curls
That you couldn’t help but put the moves on
A sweet lullaby, to make you smile,
Might make you cry in the middle of the night
But baby, maybe, well I just might
So Baby let me write you a country song
I could sing it to you from the evening until the break of dawn
And you can sing along when you get drunk and stoned
So baby let me write you a country song
BRIDGE: Fm7>C#add9>G# // Fm7>A#>C#add9
About stars at night, and homemade blackberry pie,
About the move that you groove and that warm look in your eye
About a pickup truck and a dog named Lou,
Some cowboy boots, a shotgun, or lover’s blues
Yeah, Baby let me write you a country song
I can sing it to you from the evening until the break of dawn
You can sing along when you get drunk and stoned
So baby let me write you a country song
Yeah, Baby let me write you a country song
Yeah, Baby let me write you a country song
Yeah, Baby let me write you a country song
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5. |
Bride Tonight
04:21
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He wakes up, a diamond in the rough but he’s feeling rather fine
She wakes up, with coffee in the her strut as she leaves it all behind
Shakedown. Downtown. Sweet Southern sound, is coming around
Home bound. Well Baby how’s that sound?
In this warm surround, look at what we found.
Lights of the city gonna shine tonight
Promise of tomorrow is gonna keep them bright
Said the rain’s done storming, they can see the light
It’s only her he wants to feast his eyes
Well they see the signs, the stars align
I’ll hold you closer it’ll be just fine
Watch out, for he just might make her his Bride Tonight
He wakes up, in his pockets not enough but he holds his head up high
She wakes up in need of love, says let’s give this thing a try
Lights of the city gonna shine tonight
And Promise of tomorrow is gonna keep them bright
The rain’s done storming, they can see the light
It’s only her he wants to feast his eyes
They see the signs, the stars align
I’ll hold you closer it’ll be just fine
Watch out, for he just might make her his Bride Tonight
He wakes up, a diamond in the rough but he’s feeling rather fine
She wakes up, with coffee in the her strut as she leaves it all behind
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6. |
Wake Me Up
02:36
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I’ve learned it known, I’ve heard it said that rock and roll is dead
I paid my dues, I boxed the blues, I drank the boos and I hit snooze
The days went by, I wondered why it ain’t no longer Friday night
I wrote some fiction, death to diction, and it’s time for alibis
And I said wake me up, to complicate the drama here
This is my season and I need a reason to
Wake me up, and long for the longing and
Will My hands and I am, so tied in romance
You drear so dull, you pick and pull, we’re like a matador and bull
Los Angeles to New Orleans, from The Whiskey to Bourbon Street
From wedding bells to shotgun shells,
You give ‘em hell and then you start to blink
Intertwined, love is blind, Thoughts divine,
You can’t rewind these thoughts I think.
And I said wake me up, to complicate the drama here
This is my season and I need a reason to
Wake me up, to long for the longing and
Will My hands and I am, so tied in romance
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7. |
Is It Wrong?
02:40
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Did you're boyfriend start the fight?
Can I bum a camel light?
You're moody in the moonlight
Matchstick sparks a fire
Matching terror and desire
Burning out the back tires
Is it Wrong? (x5)
I thought I held my course
l thought I felt the force
I’m fading with the sunshine
Waging happiness,
Like a pawn in chess
We’re blurring out a drawn line
Is it Wrong? (x5)
Is it Wrong? (x5)
Did you're boyfriend start the fight?
Can I bum a camel light?
You're mean in the marquee light
Matchstick sparks a fire
Matching terror and desire
We’re burning out the back tires
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8. |
Then Again
04:08
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I said Baby, Baby tell me what you want
What you got, what you flaunt,
What you need and, what’s gonna keep you holdin’ on
‘Cause I’m wasted, wasted on a river bed
But who said, that I’m dead?
I’m just walking, walking full-speed ahead
If I’m gone, would I get it alone? Tell me what would I win?
The reasons are long, and it’s time to move on,
But Baby Then Again
Then Again (x3)
Complicated, jaded as the way you talk
Lack thereof, you just shrug,
Keep repeating, the feeding of your poison drug
Is it crazy? Wasting our precious time?
Is it fine? Are we lying?
I ain’t waiting, for everything to fall in line
If I’m gone, would I get it alone? Tell me what would I win?
My morals are strong, and it’s time to get on,
But Baby Then Again
Then Again (x3)
If I’m gone, would I get it alone? Tell me what did I win?
My reasons are long, and I swear that you’re wrong,
But Baby Then Again
Then Again (x7)
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9. |
Rebel Baby
05:17
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Instead of high heels with her dress, she wears Chuck Taylors instead
She’s got no one to impress, she’ll be herself until she’s dead
Well I won’t know, I can’t assess, all I know is what I test
I’ll stay numb and you say yes, Forget the rest
She’s like a fungus in the sea, sometimes I wonder if she bleeds
She’s got the answers to my needs, I’ve got this need to ease her seas
She’s like a thunder in the sky, instilling fear into the nigh
Open your coffee-stained brown eyes, girl try
Rebel baby, she’s so crazy
She’s my lady, my one and maybe
And Rebel baby, punch drunk and faking
Open up save me, attempt the forsaken
Though she has no tattoos she’s got sense, she’s not a phone person she says
With a rope-made lasso below her breast, she bears these secrets to confess
Let’s drop the mysteries and the fishing, get an apartment in the Mission
I just want your damn decision, Girl I’ll listen
Rebel baby, she’s so crazy
She’s my lady, my one and maybe
Rebel baby, punch drunk and faking
Well open up save me, attempt the forsaken
Haunted by your demeanor, intimidated yeah.
You’re my Rebel Baby, and you hardly seem to care.
For the expression on your face love, and the scent upon your hair,
Drop me off at the next corner, ‘cause I can’t afford the fare.
Instead of high heels with her dress, she wears Chuck Taylors instead
She’s so alone, she’s such a mess, she’ll be herself until she’s dead
Do love-sick thoughts ring in her head, as she shivers cold in bed?
All I know is what I just said, Forget the res
Rebel baby, she’s so crazy.
She’s my lady, my one and maybe.
Rebel baby, punch drunk and faking.
Open up save me, attempt the forsaken.
Rebel baby, she’s so crazy.
She’s my lady, my one and maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
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Frankie Bourne Sonoma, California
Prolific singer-songwriter and indie darling Frankie Bourne is a recording artist and performing artist from the San Francisco Bay Area known for his rootsy songwriting and melodic harmonica playing. Rooted in classic rock and California Soul, his music blends the tones of Americana with the DIY spirit of indie rock to produce an alternative sound that is as authentic as it is familiar. ... more
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