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8:50am in the subway station
I got your name but I got no location
of my heart which was left on the platform
Rolling away to the 6th avenue
Mine's Union Square and if she only knew
You give me 1 and then I'll give you 2
Spinning electro while you're dainty steppin'
Living in Williamsburg somewhere near heaven
Out of control while I'm reading the news
If I never even met you life would go on
Now riding the train seems so sad without you
Taking the L train to work in the morning
How can commuting seem fun when it's boring?
Riding with you is like painting a picture
I met you that hot day at Coney Island
Mermaid Parade in the sea and the sand
This song is my way of sculpting for you
Subway girl
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I wake up in the morning 'bout the break of day
And I walk down to the street corner where I stay
The record's on the stereo, turn it on the way to go to work
Oh I'm looking for a better gig, playing on the downstream radio
And I'm snakin' past the party, party's going late
And I'm spinning my DJ records and it's sounding great
Well I'm breaking down in Chinatown, walk in EVR to see my friends
So I'm looking for a better gig playing on the downstream radio
Well I'm playing on the station, I got no time to eat
And I'm playing on the radio complete
I'm back on the street and I got no place to go
Well I've got no place to hide cuz I've been on radio
Well I've go this new uncanny sound coming from my Rocket 88
And I'm looking for a better gig playing on the downstream radio
I'm watching my TV and it's saying nothing to me
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All I want to do is go and turn it off
Break their thoughts in 2 and then I'll drive on through
I climb the stairway to be the last one on the top of the hill
Then you'll see me again (and then I'll say)
This is how we break the news over the airwaves and the cuckoo clocks
I'll see you in comfort shoes as we're lifting up the overstock
We'll get it again the next time when it comes around
Hope to see you again
All I want to do is take the afternoon
Cut their finance blues and take it much too soon
If I've got to get it now I'll get it soon and I won't have to come begging to you
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Well I'm stoned in Indiana and there's nothing left to do
I'm a wheeler and a dealer and a car crash too
If you don't really like me well there's nothing you can say
'Cause I'm staying till tomorrow and I'm sleeping all day
Well I'm lax 'n loud and I'm feeling real proud
Yeah I'm lax 'n loud and I'm feeling real proud
'Cause Jorma's writing music and it's sounding like a dirge
He's never going to sleep because he hasn't got the urge
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The most disturbing kind of love is the love of god because he doesn't know your name
And it can't be real because you'll always be alone
They think they're all so tough with a power from above but they'll never get enough
The most disturbing kind of love, it'll make man kill it'll give him evil will
In a house of worship are they just too blind to see?
You do the world no favor if you can not love your neighbor
Such a hateful hypocrite
Is it for love or for the devil?
The most disturbing kind of love is a muslim, christian, jewish kind of love
If we gave up god then we could concentrate on us
Why can't they see that there's only you and me, that there's nothing up above?
The most disturbing kind of love
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Architects unite! Build all that you can, we don't have much time
If you've got a new plan to show, we need it now
We need a new disconnect to fabricate the intersect, we need it now
Architects unite! Stay true to yourselves and not of the codes
Construction is imminent to recourse now
Think not of the resources that fade away with discourses, we need them now
Corbusier is modular and Mies is glass and steel
Johnson is a modernist and Rietveld is DiStyl
Libeskind's deconstructivist and Meier's just a square
Zaha's curvy furniture and Gehry's cardboard chair
Architects unite! Design a new home, let's build a new Rome
If character is built with strength, we need it now
The pyramid and the tower will take the breath of every hour, we need it now
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Everybody's got a little secret they can't tell no one
Everybody's got a little secret they can't share
But if everybody shared their secrets then maybe everybody would be better off
Everybody could be honest and OK
Everybody's got a special friend they can depend on
Everybody's got a good friend that they can trust
But if secrets were a thing that could be spread around
Then everybody might just keep it to themselves
And everything would be better off if left unsaid
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Do you wanna know the way?
All the way back to me?
It's the road that's gone astray
On a Roman holiday
It's the only way to travel
It's the only way to see
Get yourself out of a jam
All the way back to me
Do you wanna stay? Do you wanna stay with me?
It's the only way to walk
Walk the walk and talk the talk
Schmooze your way into a scene
Party vision magazine
Do you wanna stay? Do you wanna stay with me?
It's the only way to fly
It's the only way to be
'Cause your mama told you so
From your hair down to your toes
Do you wanna stay? Do you wanna stay with me?
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Where do we go now that the rain is snow?
What do we do without sunny and you?
Oh so far away, now that it's over
And no more summers pass me by
Where do we go now that the winter's here?
No more sunny funny money and beer
No more summer baby, it's all over
Now that you've got christmas time
Now that it is winter time
What do we do now that the rain is snow?
Midnight runs for freezer candy and blow
It's all over darling, it's our summer
Summer winter evening time
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I find that you've been hiding from me
Put a mask on your face
Hide behind all of your jokes and friends
Mystery lies behind the mountain
I was wasting years
Should've been working on someone else
The man who laughs, laughs the loudest
The silent one comes in the end
Little one weeps, little one cries alone
Giant one walks up the mountain
I was wasting years
Should've been working on someone else
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Some roommates think they're living in sin
Some roommates don't know where to begin
Some roommates hit the dirt, they don't even flirt
Some roommates skip their lunch, go straight for dessert
Some roommates got a positive mind
Some roommates gonna make me go blind
Some roommates hard to call, they're so wacked out
Some roommates never whisper, they jump and they shout
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) pay their bills (sha-la-la-la)
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) get their thrills, get their thrills, they pay their bills
Some roommates have respect, they clean up their rooms
Some roommates got no time to pick up a broom
Some roommates stomp the floor, they don't even snore
Some roommates hits the scene and beg to be mean
Some roommates don't know where to begin
Some roommates think they're living in sin
Some roommates hit the dirt, they don't even flirt
Some roommates skip their lunch, go straight for dessert
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) pay their bills (sha-la-la-la)
Some roommates (sha-la-la-la) get their thrills, get their thrills, they pay their bills
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I met you at just the right time
In another situation there might be no revelation
With you I feel self-assured
You're the wisdom in my conscience
that can tell me how to see
And I see how all the good things come to be
It's clear information
It's knowledge to be heard with barely but a word
Before I had met you
I never had the time to make up my mind
Listen, my love, to the sound
It's a movie in the making
Or a picture for the taking
It's all right for me, it's all right for you
And I'm glad I finally found that you're not just a fantasy
You're a walking inspiration back by me
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He's a joff-o-mo a coco-mo-care
He's just a figment of a millionaire
It's a carbon copy that's so mean
It's just a fashion statement waiting to be seen
It's just a pretty pretty lickle-pickle
Got me by the pumpernickel
Way to go Charlie, way to go Charlie
It's just a tricky dicky soft and slippy
Take it to the jiffy slip away
It's a boogachocka-boogaliboo
I've got a special letter waiting for you
And if you don't like it you can take 5
It's such a privilege to feel so alive
It's just a pretty pretty lickle-pickle
Got me by the pumpernickel
Way to go Charlie, way to go Charlie
It's just a tricky dicky soft and slippy
Take it to the jiffy slip away
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Whatever happened to you in the blue lullaby?
Raking the leaves with a shoe in the bottom end of the pool
Can you send away for a package in the day?
Making friends is OK, wouldn't you say?
Drive by moonlight in the waves of a shore
Don't you love life anymore?
Whatever happened to you in the blue lullaby?
Jumping into a canoe is a tricky thing to do
Can you send away for a package to Doris Day?
Burt Lancaster is in the elevator
So drive by moonlight in the waves of a shore
Don't you love life anymore?
You've gone insane in the brain
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This is the first Francis Friday album. After having spent years in the same band, I decided to start putting out the types of songs I had been writing and recording all along on my own. I usually play all the instruments and the songs almost always involve a personal experience or viewpoint of mine. Most of the tracks on this album were written in 2005 and all were recorded in my home studio. There are some special guests on the album; people I have been in bands with in the past. It was great to have them contribute since collaboration is always a fun and inspirational aspect of playing music.
The Francis Friday moniker came from me asking a few friends what the name of my new project should be. It was an email I sent out and I requested a quick response since I was leaving for France on Friday. My friend Brett quipped, "why don't you call yourself France on Friday?" I made a minor adjustment and it stuck!
released September 10, 2005
All instruments and vocals performed by James Botha except...
David Rozner: drums on "Way to Go Charlie" and "It's the Only Way to Be"
Matt Carlin: drums on "Downstream Radio"
Jon Cole: sax on "Downstream Radio"
Pete Tunney: guitar solo on "The Most Disturbing Kind of Love"
Rob Markoff: keyboards on "It's the Only Way to Be"
