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Frawd

by Bron Sage

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    One of a kind custom screen printed discs, jackets, and album credits sleeve all handcrafted by the band members themselves! Limited hand-numbered first run of 500. Also includes card with a "secret" web address that directs to an unreleased track.

    UPDATE: Copies #001-300 (metallic silver, lavender, army mint green, Lust) have been sold. Copies #301-350 are available in Sea Baby.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Frawd via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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1.
Do you see what I see? I see an opportunity Because I broke my one rule, I forgot to forget to forgive you Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well Leave some sighs and bones behind, So there’s something to remember you by You’ve become my own worst fear, What I see is what I get and what I want is what I hear Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well Come on, baby, won’t you die a little for me? Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well Well, oh, well, I’ll drag you down to Hell Hell, oh, Hell Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well Come on, baby, won’t you die a little for me? Come in, come here, come on, I’ll throw you down the well I’m just playing it safe by playing God, I can’t concern myself with right or wrong
2.
Elephant Law 05:02
Walk, Drag your bones, Smell the bright cold, And do as you’re told Don’t forget what they say, There’ll be no dashes, There’ll be no dates Where’s tradition end and where’s the law begin? Where’s the elephant end, where’s the law begin? Walk, Bone dry, An ivory ghost town, Where mammoths lie Where’s tradition end and where’s the law begin? Where’s the elephant end, where’s the law begin? Fury and sound, Buried in the ground, Sand and dust, Trunks and tusks Where’s tradition end and where’s the law begin? Where’s the elephant end, where’s the law begin?
3.
She’s miles away where neon signs are born Touch and go, dime a dozen, cutthroat, Pretends she’s southern so she can tell her joke She’s such a fickle little waxwork My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day Where did you go, my baby, where did you go? My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day An unscrewed head steppin’ on hollow ground In a broken promised land With tin-thin skin and hooked on isolation, Tip-toein’ ‘round a train wreck to prove she’s innocent My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day Hangin’ out windows in fur coats, Drinking invisible rum and Cokes, Touch and go, dime a dozen, cutthroat, She’s such a fickle little waxwork My baby, she lost her mind on Christmas day
4.
Middle Step 08:23
Sky falling gently, Gently falling sky, The armchair, what I live for, And what I’ll die by All around barroom philosophers, One trick ponies cavorting as the experts, Here where we drive the wrong way And call it therapy I know my A to Z’s here I know the disease here I know I don’t need to leave here Just to know I don’t wanna be here I must have tripped and missed the middle step, Well I’ll see you again in the middle step, I must have fell and hit the middle step, Mind the gap in the middle step Your kingdom’s gone and you can’t call home, In a staring contest with a doll, And in a mirror full of nuns, Your powder keg went off like a dud, Just a blind man in a room with a view What’s worse than when the worst is filled with passion And the worst don’t know what to do? I don’t know what to do I know my A to Z’s here I know the disease here I know I don’t need to leave here Just to know I don’t wanna be here I must have tripped and missed the middle step Will I see you again in the middle step, I must have fell and hit the middle step, Bridge the gap in the middle step
5.
There’s a man, his eyes are stone cold There’s a man, whose emotions are under control This man, His next role was foretold He’s a man, always so bold Leslie, we’re all counting on you Leslie, how long will you play the fool? You landed too early, conditions weren’t right, Should have stayed on the flight Leslie, I miss you There’s a man, who swears to protect his queen There’s a man, Who does what he pleases between This man, Never first on the scene He’s a man, devoted his life to the screen Leslie, we’re all counting on you Leslie, how long will you play the fool? You landed too early, conditions weren’t right, Should have stayed on the flight Leslie, I miss you Miss you

about

Debut EP (five songs, over thirty minutes of material)

credits

released August 2, 2014

Andy Adamietz - trumpet, trombone, accordion
Jason Bank - guitar, mandolin, scream
Weston Broske - bass, vocals, theremin
Kyle Merckx - guitar, piano
Robert J. Murphy - drums, percussion

and featuring
Art Maratos - baritone and tenor saxophone

Tracks 1-4 written by Jason Bank and Bron Sage
Track 5 written by Andy Adamietz and Bron Sage

Recorded and mixed by Shane Hochstetler at Howl Street Recordings in Milwaukee, WI on April 25-27 and on May 22, 2014
Mastered by Carl Saff
Produced by Bron Sage
Artwork and Art Direction by Bron Sage


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