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Now I'm Gone

by Frank Lloyd Wrong

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1.
Have You Scene Me Lately 04:07
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Have You Scene Me Lately Your shit’s bangin’ it’s so off the hook that it Splashed in the water and swam back to the brook And you didn’t even break your line You got that style the topic’s so hot Get a girl to play the bass so the boys come watch Cuz she so fine Blow me down, blow me away Throw me down, throw me away You got that vinyl while it’s underground Now the band’s too big they don’t play your hometown The singer got a plaster cast You gotta be something to fit in that scene Buddy Holly glasses with some skinny jeans You can get so much so fast Blow me down, blow me away Throw me down, throw me away Hardcore is such hard work Image is everything, the hair comes first Donna Donna Donna Donna I’ll come hither Come on mama, work that leather Have you seen me lately at the newest dive bar Bashing out my soul on a pawnshop guitar And I didn’t even break a string You’re swimming in the ocean, I’m sitting by a lake Can I call it success if I sell a few tapes Gotta work a little on that swing Blow me down, blow me away Throw me down, throw me away
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Hard Lovin' Woman 03:59
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Hard Lovin’ Woman Hippie girl don’t have to shave her legs, she knows that they’re just fine You can’t buy that kind of time with a quarter or a dime No one uses a payphone anymore Indie girl don’t have to settle down, commitments are so cliche Superman can’t save the day, try and they just walk away in their Fuck me pumps from the goodwill store I don’t have to learn the names or play the games or be ashamed of anything Cuz I’ve got mine All I need is a hard lovin’ woman College girl she’s gonna be a doctor, a lawyer, double-talker, not a dirty punk rocker It should not be a shocker when she fixes shit that the man fucked up Country girl is looking for a cowboy, manufactured skoal rings in them worn out wrangler jeans And they’re busting at the seams Where’s the boy with the biggest truck? Probably stuck in the mud I don’t have to learn the lines or pay the fines or buy a stethoscope that shines Cuz I’ve got mine All I need is a hard lovin’ woman I don’t have to play and sing or join a scene or buy a ring or anything Cuz I’ve got mine All I need is a hard lovin’ woman
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Notches 01:58
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Notches Well I’ve got notches on my bedpost and the barrel of my gun Everytime I see you, lord, I scratch another one You could walk away but I prefer you run I never shed a tear for you, I never spilled a drop This mountain of memories, you’ll never be on top If you’re thinking of me, I’d prefer you stop I slept with ten women, ain’t none of them virgins I’ve never been the first at anything I never said nothing ain’t never been said and There’s lots of sacred places I’ve never seen You are not a diamond in the rough You are not a song that means much Tried to be Leonard Cohen but I didn’t have the soul I may have won the coin toss, but I never scored a goal I will be rocking by the window as you roll
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One Trip Up 03:02
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One Trip Up One trip up the mountain, it just might kill me Two trips up the mountain, I’m gonna kill you Three trips up the mountain, we’ll have to wait and see I’m gonna get this weight all up off of my back One trip down the river, I’m gonna marry you Two trips down the river, I’m gonna bury you Three trips down the river, like the holy trinity I’m gonna get this weight all up off of my back One trip to the desert, with the big red sky above Two trips to the desert, that woman got a sharp tongue Three trips to the desert, I’m gonna make amends I’m gonna get this weight all up off of my back One trip to the ocean, I’m gonna throw you in Two trips to the ocean, you gonna sink or swim Three trips to the ocean, who’s gonna be my judge? I’m gonna get this weight all up off of my back
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Now I'm Gone 02:22
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Now I’m Gone Gave my back to the bossman Gave my soul to the lender Gave my heart to a pretty little girl And I went on a bender Now I’m gone and I ain’t never ever never coming home You can dance with the gentlemen to your favourite song I could fall into this ditch I’m digging, ain’t no one gonna know I’m gone Know I’m gone and I ain’t never ever never coming home You can drive around in a shiny new car, walk around in shiny new shoes There ain’t gonna be no wishing on a star gonna take away these blues no I’m gone and I ain’t never ever never coming home You can keep the pearls in the necklace, you can keep the diamond ring You can keep talking till Jesus comes back I ain’t gonna hear a thing because I’m gone I ain’t never ever never coming home You can tell your side of the story all over this one horse town I’m walking away from a losing hand, ain’t nothing gonna bring me down Because I’m gone, and I ain’t never ever never coming home
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Bloomington 05:29
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Bloomington There was a time I remembered everything you said I believed in everything you read Then you let a stranger in our bed Lied and said that he was just your friend Now I’m gone You’re a ghost Walking through walls Moving so slow Haunting my dreams Now I can’t sleep There are times I can’t recall the colour of your eyes No details I could conjure to describe The way your body looks in the moonlight Or if you ever even said goodbye Now I’m gone You’re a ghost Walking through walls Moving so slow Haunting my dreams Now I can’t sleep Find yourself Climb the highest mountain you can climb Sail across the sea a thousand times Stand by the curtain, never look behind Darling, I am sure you’ll do just fine Now I’m gone You’re a ghost Walking through walls Moving so slow Haunting my dreams Now I can’t sleep
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Orlando 03:24
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Orlando Every year there’s another bed, another pillow under my head Another color on the wall and I don’t think of you at all Every year there’s another town with some other streets to drive around Soon as I start knowing where I’m going I must leave There ain’t no fun in packing up and moving So I’m leaving everything behind Soon as I can win a hand I’m gonna be rambling Down that lonesome railroad line Every town’s got city halls and lamp posts and graffiti walls Where someone leaves their mark till someone else covers it up Every time I’ve paced I’ve dug my boots into another rug The patterns keep me busy so that I don’t think of you There ain’t no fun in walking around in circles But it occupies my time Soon as I can win a hand I’m gonna be rambling Down that lonesome railroad line Every month I pay my bills and I’m looking for a better deal Where what comes in might be a little more than what goes out Every day I say a prayer as I walk down my apartment stairs So that I do not see anything that reminds me of you There ain’t no fun in walking around in blinders So I’ll open my eyes up real wide Soon as I can win a hand I’m gonna be rambling Down that lonesome railroad line
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No Such Thing 02:58
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No Such Thing There ain’t no spirits in a ouija board You can stand inside a pentagram of chalk drawn on the floor You never really know what lay in store Fortune cookies, tarot cards, the Christians and the Moors Ain’t no angel, ain’t no devil, ain’t no such thing Had a preacher once that told me he was blessed Had a pretty girl who stole my heart and threw away the rest Star signs or an educated guess Shake the magic eight ball and all signs point to yes Ain’t no angel, ain’t no devil, ain’t no such thing There ain’t no candyman behind the mirror The bible’s just a storybook, the revelation’s fear Ain’t no thetans, ain’t no getting clear If karma was a consequence then you would disappear Ain’t no angel, ain’t no devil, ain’t no such thing
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What Bed Springs Can't Do 04:15
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What Bed Springs Can’t Do You know what you love and you know what I hate But you won’t go so far as to change anything You’re starting a fire and you’re fanning the flame Because it’s easier to burn and destroy everything Than to clean up the ashes or change your mind Once you’ve given your verdict on a place or a time That isn’t right here and it isn’t right now So you keep your hands in your pockets and you zip up your mouth And you won’t reach out for me And you won’t say anything We’re sharing a bed, but the springs Can’t pick me up, they can’t give me tips They can’t heal these scars I get from biting my lips They can’t put me to sleep and they can’t make you talk They don’t give you a ride and they don’t make you walk They won’t make your dinner or clean up the mess They won’t let you smile and they won’t let me rest That’s only one of the things that belongs to us You used to be happy or at least satisfied Now you’re sucking it up and keeping everything inside What good will that be when you get so lonely Because you have so many things that you won’t let anybody see You think it’s selfish that I want to know What’s been pulling your strings, why you’re telling me no And I’m truly sorry it’s taken so long for you to find out that I’m not what you want But you’ll have to speak up, and have to say that it’s done or I’ll go on Expecting so much you’re not willing to give Getting upset when you break promises Torturing myself with the faith things will change Wasting your time, causing you pain I’m so tired of carrying the weight and of Being the reason you come home so late These are just some of the things that I’m trying to kill When you look at me do you feel anything? No Here I am, do you really give a damn? No Can you even see past your own eyelids? No
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Do It For The Cure 04:48
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Do It For The Cure I’m walking for the cure I’m running for the cure Now I’m racing for the cure Why don’t we do it for the cure? Why don’t we do it for the cure? Why don’t we do it for the cure? I’ll get a bunch of donations and walk that fucking mile Why don’t we do it for the cure? Lance Armstrong does it for the cure Sheryl Crow does it for the cure Robert Smith, you know he does it for the cure Why don’t we do it for the cure? Why don’t we do it for the cure? Why don’t we do it for the cure? I’ll get a bunch of donations and walk that fucking mile Why don’t we do it for the cure? Non-profit wants a piece of that pie Middleman between your money and the cure CEO is making 700 large Why don’t we do it for the cure? Why don’t we do it for the cure? Why don’t we do it for the cure? I’ll get a bunch of donations and walk that fucking mile Why don’t we do it for the cure?

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Recorded 2005-2018.

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released March 2, 2019

Frank Lloyd Wrong is johntaylor, Joshua Allen, Bryan Bunton, Kirk Robinson, and Nate Thompson. Phil Arbogast plays drums on #10 and Nate Bastin plays lead guitars on #10. Cover painting by Joshua Allen. All songs written by johntaylor.

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