Frank Turner

fox69 · 24.03.2016

"Bigfoot!"
(originally by The Weakerthans)

"Bigfoot!"
(originally by The Weakerthans)

I change the oil and oil the squeak
Patch the holes in the fluid leak
At dusk beneath the diabetic moon

Wait to take the TV crews
Across the squeaking aisles
The news is howling to the timber wolves in the sewers

I'll go through it all again
Watch the doubtful smiles begin
The visions that I see believe me

So praise the things I can't forget
with burgers and a silhouette
On T shirts at the council general store

Listen to the south wind sigh
Of rumours and regrets that
I don't want to talk about it any more

I wont go through it all again
Watch the doubtful smiles begin
the divisions that I see beneath me
Oh the visions that I see will believe me

fox69 · 24.03.2016

"Born To Run"
(originally by Bruce Springsteen)

"Born To Run"
(originally by Bruce Springsteen)

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
Oh-oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Oh-oh, will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
but there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh-oh, someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run
Oh honey, tramps like us
baby we were born to run
Come on with me, tramps like us
baby we were born to run...

fox69 · 24.03.2016

"Broken Piano"

"Broken Piano"

As I walked out one morning fair
I found myself drawn thoughtlessly
Back to the place we used to live
And you still do, now without me

Around the back, away from the road
Behind the bins, beneath your window
I found the hulk, the rusting bulk
Of a shattered old piano
Someone had torn out some of the keys
With cruel care, not thoughtlessly
In such a way that one could only play
Minor melodies

So I sat down in my sadness, beneath your window
And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano
A sinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames

As I have wandered through this city
Like a child lost in the London fog
From Highgate Hill, down to the river
Then washed downstream past the Isle of Dogs

I've had time enough to think upon
The question of what kind of songs
That you would choose to listen to
Now that I am gone.
And as I float beneath that bridge
Just down the road from where you live
I've often thought I might have caught
Your voice upon the wind

But as I stroked those broken keys
You did not join in harmony

fox69 · 24.03.2016

"Broken Piano (Demo)"

"Broken Piano (Demo)"

As I walked out one morning fair,
I found myself drawn thoughtlessly
Back to the place we used to live,
And you still do, now without me.

Around the back, away from the road,
Behind the bins, beneath your window,
I found the hulk, the rusting bulk
Of a shattered old piano.
Someone had torn out some of the keys
With cruel care, not thoughtlessly,
In such a way that one could only play
Minor melodies.

So I sat down in my sadness, beneath your window,
And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano;
A sinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames.

As I have wandered through this city,
Like a child lost in the London fog,
From Highgate Hill, down to the river,
Then washed downstream past the Isle of Dogs,

I've had time enough to think upon
The question of what kind of songs
That you would choose to listen to
Now that I am gone.
And as I float beneath that bridge,
Just down the road from where you live,
I've often thought I might have caught
Your voice upon the wind.

But as I stroked those broken keys
You did not join in harmony.

So I sat down in my sadness, beneath your window,
And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano;
A sinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames.

On the banks of the muddy Thames.
On the banks of the muddy Thames.

fox69 · 24.03.2016

"Build Me Up Buttercup"
(originally by The Foundations)

"Build Me Up Buttercup"
(originally by The Foundations)

[Chorus:]
Why do you build me up Buttercup baby just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call baby when you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone darlin', you know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup. Don't break my heart

[Verse:]
I'll be over at ten, you tell me time and again but you're late. I wait around and then
I went to the door and I can't take no more but it's not you. You let me down again

[Pre-chorus:]
Baby Baby try to find a little time and I'll make you happy
I'll be home waiting beside the phone waiting for you.

[Chorus:]
Why do you build me up Buttercup baby just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call baby when you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone darlin', you know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup. Don't break my heart

[Verse:]
To you I'm a toy but I could be the boy you adore, if you'd just let me know
Although you're untrue I'm attracted to you all the more. Why do I need you so?

[Pre-chorus:]
Baby Baby try to find a little time and I'll make you happy
I'll be home waiting beside the phone waiting for you. Ohhhhhh

[Chorus:]
Why do you build me up Buttercup baby just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call baby when you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone darlin', you know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup. Don't break my heart

fox69 · 24.03.2016

"Casanova Lament"

"Casanova Lament"

I check that I've got all my things before I leave the house,
Because when I'm gone I'm never coming back.
I'm not being melodramatic, it's just I neither have your number or a key.
An evening spent pretending that we're just becoming friends,
Or this goes any further than going back;
I'm not being pessimistic, it's just you and I were never meant to be.

It isn't love, but every time I kind of wish it was.

I've picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out
In the evening with my friends into the town,
Of packing a spare T-shirt in my bag in case I do not make it home.
It's pathetic and I know it, but the truth is there've been mornings
I've proved prudent taking toothpaste to the pub.
But that's precious little comfort against the knowledge of the person I've become.

It isn't love, but every time I kind of wish it was,
And I can see that in your eyes you wish it was,
But every time I leave you just because
It isn't love.

fox69 · 24.03.2016

"Cleopatra In Brooklyn"

"Cleopatra In Brooklyn"

Wake up in the morning you feel out of place
You're a disgrace
Once more with resignation
But there's bills to be paid
So you stumble to the station

You're wearing your most imperceptible frown
These people are adjectives to your proper noun
As you wash through the streets of this phony old town
It's wearing you down

And yet there you are
Standing out in your favourite blue dress
Hair is a mess
Nevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You casually shed poetry like your clothes
In neat little rows
On the floor of my hotel room
You'd always dreamed that you'd be a princess
But you'd accept less
Holding court holed-up in your bedroom

And I'd say I was Antony begging at your door
But I know that you'd laugh and just ask me what for
And then just roll your eyes as I fell the floor
And swear that I'm yours

And yet there you are
Standing out in your favourite blue dress
Hair is a mess
Nevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return (x2)
Yeah, you wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return
Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old rope burns

Yet there you are
Standing out in your favourite blue dress
Hair is a mess
Nevertheless
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
Yes there you are
A glittering star
Couldn't care less
Who do you impress
You're my thrift store princess
Cleopatra in Brooklyn
I'll come find you when the fates dessert you
I'll still hold you when the Gods dessert you

fox69 · 25.03.2016

"Cowboy Chords"

"Cowboy Chords"

You could say I reached that time I know my trade
And that I know how to care for my guitar
And I know how to get it played

I'm comfortable and I sleep on a floor
I've played a fair few shows
And I'm gonna play more

And all along the while I was just trying to make people smile

I play Cowboy Chords
For these air conditioned words
About longing for the Prairie and living in the suburbs

I sing simple songs
About rights and wrongs
About finding that trail that leads away from everyone

And darling I know I did not give you much
I got hungry for some wandering
And I don't come back for months

And I kept your picture by my side
It's in my wallet, it's on my mind
And every song I know contains a whisper of your soul

I play Cowboy Chords
For these air conditioned words
About longing for the Prairie and living in the suburbs

I sing simple songs
About rights and wrongs
About finding that trail that leads away from everyone

And so my days slip away
They're all the same
Rolling wheels, hotel rooms
And going grey

Casting glances over my shoulders as I go
Trying not to dwell on things I do not know

I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords
I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords
I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords
I know my trade out on these boards, Cowboy Chords

fox69 · 25.03.2016

"Dan's Song"

"Dan's Song"

Me and my friend Dan are going to get some beers
and then we're going to go down to the park and drink them there.
We'll bask out in the sun, bring a guitar and play some songs,
call up our friends and invite them out
to share what might be the last weekend of the summer,
because September's getting colder as it goes.
And we haven't done enough of this simple kind of stuff this year.
It's clear we're getting older and it shows.
Work weeks make us weary now and school's a distant memory
and it's easy to ask questions of ourselves, like:
where it is we're going now and what we have to show for all the sunny days
shut up in the shells of expectations of our ultimate directions,
and the stations that we should have reached by now,
when we haven't read the script and our tender wings are clipped,
and we're scared we might be letting someone down.
So we listen to these heartbreak songs when nothing's really wrong,
and we smile when we're asked and say we're fine.
But we're drifting through our middle days,
creeping into middle age, setting in our ways...
But now it's time to decide,
now it's time to draw a line in the sand
and ask what's more important than days like today?
So grab some beers, call your friends and meet us here,
in the summer park with me and my friend Dan.

fox69 · 25.03.2016

"Dancing Queen"
(originally by ABBA)

"Dancing Queen"
(originally by ABBA)

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can