1. |
Playground
03:55
|
|||
She turns and all I see is smoke from a fire.
Her aims they are disjointed and underground
But follow the shape of her face cast down
To the gum mashed into the ground.
The practice of holding a big red balloon
Tempting it with needles would terrify
A tap on the shoulder of a younger or older
Would strain all nerves gently arranged.
There are cracks in the pavement which threaten my wheels
I’ve got to hold on tight to keep from knocking down
The high-heeled shortie who’s clenching her fists in pain
And trying not to fall down the drain.
There’s disco in the polo that’s pounding the street
Alarm sends me spinning my head around
To look at the faces of people with open smiles
Exhaling smoke to the sky.
Don’t go out to the places where they tell you to play x2
If you wanna’ feel like a summer’s day then watch out for the rain
The lights from casinos send beams through the sky
Sometimes she thinks that someone is after her
She jumps onto the tram which follows the rusted rails
And wonders where the tracks lead her to.
The smells they all mingle and seem to collide
She turns from the mirror which scans her eye
For fortune or beauty, fortune or vanity or something else that she tries to hide.
Don’t go out to the places where they tell you to play x2
If you wanna’ feel like a summer’s day then watch out for the rain
|
||||
2. |
Sky Blue
03:22
|
|||
The air is heavy and has been this way for days.
It casts a shadow from a height to conjure up and early grave
But now is not the time.
Now is not the time to look at patterns I can’t change
Because I’m building towers once again, once again
Because I’m building towers once again.
There’s a lot of shit we have to face up to now and then.
My footsteps lead me on, I find my way into big black boots.
Of course I love the sky blue.
I look back and now I can look into the future.
I look back and now I can look into the future.
|
||||
3. |
The Maid
04:12
|
|||
When I wake up in the morn’
The smell of coffee’s all I’ve got
When I get myself to work
No one’s there to say farewell
Hmmm you fell through
When I come home late at night
Someone’s turned out all the lights
When I put myself to bed
No one’s there to tuck me in
Hmmm you fell through
When I wake at 3 or 4
There’s no one there to keep me calm
There’s no there to keep me sane
And tell me it’s all in my head
Hmmm you fell through
Aaaarrrrrgggggggggggggggg!!!
|
||||
4. |
||||
If I had a nickel
For every time that I fucked up
I'd buy you a sailboat
Lord knows that I'd have enough
And if the tide carries us away
Would the wind blow us back in?
Let's not be strangers tonight
And let the oceans win
Got holes in my pockets
The coins fall right through.
Mend the holes in the sails
That separate me from you.
And if the tide carries us away
Would the wind blow us back in?
Let's not be strangers tonight
And let the oceans win
‘Have you ever wondered’
Is a bad question to ask.
It's like cursing the wind
Or burning down the mast.
And if the tide carries us away
Would the wind blow us back in?
Let's not be strangers tonight
And let the oceans win.
|
||||
5. |
Hopalong Concubine
03:14
|
|||
I almost felt that I lost my mind
When he chose the other side
To the place where nothing is safe
From the chef who’s just biding his time.
Now I feel my IQ rise
I can’t get enough of science.
He always put education first
And I can see the value of this.
But when I opened the box
That he left behind.
Sitting at home, I’m never alone
I’m not a one man acting show
Supporting roles are hard to find
but I believe I’ve found my own.
My days are never long enough
My nights are far too short
Socialising is a thing of the past
I can gladly live without.
But when I opened the box
That he left behind
I didn’t feel so alone
With the world of wealth
So long, farewell.
.
|
||||
6. |
Preoccupied
02:59
|
|||
Got a conscience, got my own beliefs
Put it to the test or take it as it is
I work hard on my own way.
I turn off lights when there’s no one in the room
Use as little as there’s any need to do
Wear more layers when I’m cold.
There’s talk on the street of taking back what’s been given away but I’m occupied.
It’s cold outside, I’m glad to be here safe and warm with my favourite TV show
I think about most everything I do
Got some sense and a decent attitude
Watch the steps where I walk.
I see a dog as the same as me or you
See my diet as a self-made set of rules
See no need for meat.
There’s talk on the street of taking back what’s been given away but I’m occupied.
It’s cold outside, I’m glad to be here safe and warm with my favourite TV show.
|
||||
7. |
Driver
05:22
|
|||
I get a kick of always pushing schedules
To their limits as close as they can go.
The other day I almost lost my senses.
The other day I almost lost my nerve.
Two wheels good, four wheels bad
You’re the greatest set of wheels I’ve ever had.
You carry me round.
You take my feet off the ground.
I get a kick of always pushing schedules
To their limits as close as they can go.
The other day I almost lost my senses.
The other day I almost lost my nerve.
You tried to knock me down, you driver!
You tried to knock me down, you driver!
Were you too busy on your telephone?
Were you too busy with your lady friend.
You tried to knock me down, you driver!
Did you not see the black and white stripes? Driver!
Did you not see the traffic lights? Driver!
Were you too busy on your telephone?
Were you too busy with your lady friend.
You tried to knock me down, you driver!
No four wheels etc.
|
Frank's Hard Drive Kraków, Poland
Frank's Hard Drive is a band made up of four people from different countries (Ireland, England and the U.S.A) who met in Krakow got together in October 2011 to make music together. Our inspirations are diverse ranging from classic rock, punk and folk to alternative music in different forms. Our aim is to play original music that challenges and keeps us interested. We hope it does the same for you. ... more
Streaming and Download help
Frank's Hard Drive recommends:
If you like Frank's Hard Drive, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp