1. |
Long Dead And Gone
04:52
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I'm a million miles from nowhere, in the place I've always been
On the corner of lost and nothing left to win
And the line gets so much longer while I’ve so much less to say
Oh rejoice the time has come to make a choice or fade away
And I wonder always wonder will my end be the end
And I wonder when they find me will I be long dead and gone
Will it be in bed at night with the radio on
Will it come back to haunt me for the things I’ve said in song
Tonight I’ll be right here as I’ve been so long
It’s been a while since I’ve been certain that the game was mine to win
Oh it’s hard to face the facts of a second skin
And if I don’t get away someway it’s my way or the highway
To hell my friend and you can never come back from that again
And I wonder always wonder will my end be the end
And I wonder when they find me will I be long dead and gone
Will it be in bed at night with the radio on
Will it come back to haunt me for the things I’ve said in song
Tonight I’ll be right here as I’ve been so long
Oh life it gets pretty hard sometimes to save the day
Alright I’d like to get out sometime maybe today or tomorrow
But I guess for now I’ll have to stay away
And I wonder when they find me will I be long dead and gone
Will it be in bed at night with the radio on
Will it come back to haunt me for the things I’ve said in song
Tonight I’ll be right here as I’ve been so long
Well tonight I’ll be right here as I’ve been so long
And I wonder when they find me will I be long dead and gone
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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2. |
Oh Bother (explicit)
03:58
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The early morning
as rodents pound their way above
And I know nothing
What is love what is love what is love, love
A distant warning
To blatantly remove my head
The voices carry me to bed
As I bled straight ahead dead
I say oh bother, goddamn the mom and father
For leaving me with dignity
And a flame of hope, it dwindles as the candles of the early mass
Burn free and bright throughout the night
The plight of seven brothers might
Traverse that sky that takes me to that planet that now houses you
I say anyway let’s seize the day and blow the infidels away
To other worlds and other moons and redefine their long lost minds
Give their rodents insatiable desire, take back what’s ours, our long forgotten birthright
I say oh bother, goddamn the mom and father
For stripping us of dignity
The early morning
Those rodents have left our happy home
A lukewarm smile
Oh bother seek forevermore
Oh bother seek forevermore
Oh bother seek forevermore
Oh bother seek forevermore
©2013 David Fagan/True Fish Music/ASCAP
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3. |
The All Star Generation
03:04
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It's never pleased us to pick up the pieces
To live and die like a rock and roll Jesus
All the words to all our songs
Buy it once then move it along
Where are the heroes to fill in the zeroes
Wastin' time the solution's clear-oh!
Blow up your radio, kill your TV
Keep an eye on the sky and you'll see me
A new sensation is storming the nation
We are the all star generation
Wait for the fate and the new revelation
We are the all star generation
Oh oh
It's not a crime to have a good time
Fall asleep so we don't all fall in line
Go to bed and rest your head
Don't forget what the old man said
What is the reason to go on pleasin'
Bending rules broken hearts it's treason
Build a mystery with these words
It doesn't seem to be no concern
A new sensation is storming the nation
We are the all star generation
Wait for the fate and the new revelation
We are the all star generation
We are the all star generation, oh oh
We are the all star generation, oh oh
We are the all star generation, oh
They never named us, only blamed us
We are the kids of the XY shameless
Maybe twenty long years from now
They'll come back to ask us just how
A new sensation is storming the nation
We are the all star generation
Wait for the fate and the new revelation
We are the all star generation
A new sensation is storming the nation
We are the all star generation
Wait for the fate and the new revelation
We are the all star generation
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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4. |
Zoey Black
03:26
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Black Zoey, sweet divine
Told me again for the thirteenth time
That lust eclipses trust in the game of falling in love
Black Zoey dark like me
Burned by the flame of I love you heat
She made a summer day similar to a day in the grave
The same old song and dance as it unfolds, telling me then
It's the same old song and dance
It's just the same old song
It's the same old song and dance
An encore for the fool struck again by a chord and a line
Three days pass, so alone
And here I'm lying there in the chaos construen
The darkness of her wanton passion blinded me good
I won't swoon, I won't fawn
For her my eyes have shut to the plasticine dawn
Made a summer day similar to a day in the grave
The same old song and dance hits me then with a blow to the head
It's the same old song and dance
It's just the same old song
It's the same old song and dance
An encore for the fool struck again by a chord and a line
She's very old, though quite young
I saw her age when her face hit the sun
A boy with my concerns has no place by the side of a queen
Black Zoey, take me home
And show me all the things we learn when we're alone
No girl could ever do after knowing of a woman supreme
Oh Zoey, take me home
Oh yeah, I'm yours forever
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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5. |
Baby You're A Star
04:05
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Baby, you're a star and a long lost meteor man
You should have seen them when you left them
Standing at the launch pad
Sifting through the ashes of a name and life now gone
And even when the day arrives and you know it won't be long
Until you're dancing on the street to the same old song
Playing on the phonograph you left downstairs
Hurrah, hold tight
If you want to make a difference, go into the light
It's better to burn out than to fade away
C'mon, last night
The voices in your head seemed to save your life
Even though your life ain't worth the film that it's printed on
Maybe now you are, but you weren't before you came here
Identity and status measured by a bankroll
The product of a forty year old dog and pony show
You heal the rich and poor by putting on your shows of make believe
Pain and sorrow, and all those other things that the world believes
Hurrah, hold tight
If you want to make a difference, go into the light
It's better to burn out than to fade away
C'mon, last night
The voices in your head seemed to save your life
Even though your life ain't worth the film that it's printed on
Someday we'll all go crazy
The news, the songs, the TV
Conscience in our books and magazines
But all I want for Christmas
Is something you can't buy
A place within your shoes and shelter from this shallow life
Hurrah, hold tight
If you want to make a difference, go into the light
It's better to burn out than to fade away
C'mon, last night
The voices in your head seemed to save your life
Even though your life ain't worth the film that it's printed on
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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6. |
American Deceit
02:50
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Many years from now
You'll hear the children say
As they put their toys and comic books away
I wanna be like him
The girl up on the screen
Spending money doing nothing, working hard to stay unclean
We hear those things
The ordinary people say
But they don't know a thing about that pretty side of life
The magazines and TV shows
A new one every week
Caters to the human beings enraptured by American deceit
About a week from now
We'll hear the people say
As their simple logic rapidly decays
We wanna buy the things
They tell us we should buy
Even though they sell us artificial lives
We pay the price
The average sucker pays
And we don't take a stand to ever question their old evil ways
Celebrities and socialites
A new one every week
Caters to the human beings enraptured by American deceit
There's got to be a better way
For those with something left to say
Maybe we should just pack up and run the hell away
We hear those things
The ordinary people say
But they don't know a thing about that pretty side of life
The magazines and TV shows
A new one every week
Caters to the human beings enraptured by American deceit
American deceit
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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7. |
From The Ebb (explicit)
04:21
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As we crawl from the ebb tide scratching clawing for our lives
It’s all a part of it
It’s all a part of something understood
Believed to be my own worst enemy
sick to death and ridiculed
Bending breaking from the words they speak
So ignorantly as if I were a brick
Hurl my anger make them bleed, cleanse their souls of their stupidity
And I, I sit here wounded by excuses, alibis
And all the finer things in life
Fucked up, but hey we need it to get by today
Before all is buried in the ground and we all become one with the sky
Can’t you see we need a way back out of here
And something to hold back the urge to ever seek return
We empathize our misery, insanity it’s plain to see
The uselessness of time and plans and positivity
In a graveyard of far fetched beliefs caskets bathed in light
And the darkness inside me shines brighter
Than the eyes could bear to see
And I, I sit here wounded by excuses, alibis
And all the finer things in life
Fucked up, but hey we need it to get by today
Before all is buried in the ground and we all become one with the sky
And yesterday I dreamed of fiery realms
Crimson skies the place I long to be long after I have died
Can’t take it back from me, it’s mine you see
The nightmare rides on in my mind to make me feel alive
And I belong, belong to nothing at all nothing holds me back
From time to time it’s all within the lies I’ve told to all of you
You all the fools that I hate equally for judging me, before my story’s told
Hello hello hello
Hello hello hello,
Goodbye to you and them
I’ll see you again if you’re here in the end, if you’re here in the end
If you’re here in the end
As we crawl from the ebb tide
Scratching, clawing for our lives
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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8. |
Indigo
04:19
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He often wondered as he walked on down the hall
A lost romantic painting passion on the wall
You are the best thing that I wish I ever had
A sullen laughter floods the calm throughout his head
I want to notice me
She often fumbled broken hearts and sad divine
The quick and simple life as she played its concubine
I'd never take you for my own, you'd drift away
And drown in sorrow and the memory of me
Boy, wait til tomorrow
No one wants you to go
All I want you to see
Is that you could melt away with me
And be sheltered from the outside
Make me cry
He liked the stories of the dreams they lived to have
And as they laid, they would listen as they laughed
And when you leave me I will wilt away and die
A kiss good night, and he cries himself to sleep
Now soon forever more
I don't want you to see
No one will ever know
As it seethes someday, to burn up and fade away
To my eternal rest I take my feelings to my grave
I want you to notice
Poor boy, wait until tomorrow
And be sheltered from the outside
Now soon forever more, now soon forever more
As it burns in indigo
©2006, ©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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9. |
Half Past Midnight
03:04
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So they say live free and follow your dreams
Your dreams are now nightmares and your life's got a lien
Sell your stories for fortune, curse all that which you lack
Climb the stairs, walk but don't run, and never look back
Say, listen up, and you'll hear it go away
As you waste all your money just to waste all your days
Not what you do so as much what you don't
In the end we're all lining up to pet the scapegoat
Wash it all away, even yesterday, it don't matter to me
There's a song they sing around half past midnight
No wrong or right, good or bad, truth or lies
Everybody's there singing to the voices of life
Trying hard to remember what they want to forget
Everyone's speaking louder saying more than the last
Spending time, buying selling, but they ain't never giving back
Sit with me on a Sunday, together we'll see
All we've got is each other, and all we want is to be free
An old man once told me these words, and I quote
Grab whatever you can, let the rest fall on hope
But for those less fortunate, we'll take our chances and see
There's a song they sing around half past midnight
No wrong or right, good or bad, truth or lies
Everybody's there singing to the voices of life
Trying hard to remember what they want to forget
Every day we fall farther, but we never rise
Our ears to the truth and fact, always covers our eyes
Not the world, it's the U.S., but that's not you and I
Hey fool, the man never faltered he just changed his disguise
There's a song they sing around half past midnight
No wrong or right, good or bad, truth or lies
Everybody's there singing to the voices of life
Trying hard to remember what they want to forget
A song they sing around half past midnight
No wrong or right, good or bad, truth or lies
Everybody's there singing to the voices of life
Trying hard to remember what they want to forget
A song they sing around half past midnight
A song they sing around half past midnight
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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10. |
Tear Me Apart From You
03:54
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Lately I've been thinking about quitting after all...
Your nutrition's not so natural, you're outcome unpredictable
if I were to rise Monday with you present on my breath
I'd be ostracized and cast away to gatherings until you bury me
Then I slip away and think of you, and all I can say is...
Tear me apart from you
And everything you've ever made me do
Wouldn't it be nice to live a life of seven days at a time
No more weekenders of hanging over board with you
No more need or reason why for resolution
Resolution, resolution, resolution, resolution
Won't you share with me your secrets
Now that I've diluted mine
In your comfortable, compatible, unspoken friendly grasp
You wipe from me my memory all but five days of the week
We're immutable, and that's for sure, you'd never let me be
Then I slip away and think of you, and all I can say is...
Tear me apart from you
And everything you've ever made me do
Wouldn't it be nice to live a life of seven days at a time
No more weekenders of hanging over board with you
No more need or reason why for resolution
Resolution, resolution, resolution, resolution
Tear me apart from you
And everything you've ever made me do
Wouldn't it be nice to live a life of seven days at a time
No more weekenders of hanging over board with you
No more need or reason why for resolution
Resolution, resolution, resolution, resolution
Tear me apart from you
And all those things you've ever made me do
I'll finally live that life of seven sobering days
At just one time
Take my weekenders spend them far away from you
With no more need, or reason why for resolution
Resolution, resolution, resolution, resolution
Resolution, resolution, resolution
©2006, ©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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11. |
Corduroy Girl
04:14
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Made from scraps of burlap and a sentimental skin
Can’t touch the soul, so beautiful
Miles away from me, impossible to see
You never know what others thing, cause you’re so pitiful
Forever, forever
The days grow darker as I lie a thousand miles from you
But if I lay there would you still be scared
Leave your life to me
The future's ours, you'll see
No one could ever give you what you'll always get from me
Forever, forever
Corduroy girl when will you realize what I see in your eyes
And if you don’t see what I see for us, will you let us be
Forever, forever
I’ll lock you in my soul cage tie you up with my heart strings
No one here can harm you but me
You’ll be mine forever more, be mine forever more
And no one could ever do for you but me,
No one could ever do for you but me
Forever
©2009, ©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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12. |
Zero Road
03:20
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Last chance reflections and memories of losing streaks
Contempt for contention, a long lonely dead end street
Take my hand, we'll find the long way home
To zero road, we're all alone
Impatient tendencies, they breed destructive reasoning
The springtime snow will find the summer weather way back home
And why I'm here, why am I here
To live with sullen misery
The misanthropes they've misinformed
I'll find my way to zero road
On zero road, we're all alone
We'll take the long way home
You'll be my eyes, I'll be the stone in your shoe
Finding my way home
Retrospect, return to sender
And I'll take my leave of me
The bleeding hearts, the august sky
Goodbye, good luck, on zero road
We're all alone
We'll take the long way home
You'll be my eyes, I'll be the stone in your shoe
Finding my way
To zero road, we won't be going home
The road is paved with empty skulls
Angel horns and devils wings
And songs that we have yet to sing
©2006, ©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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13. |
Ode To A Balladeer
04:25
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I'm riding through the heat, one hundred sixty five degrees
Throat is dry, face is burned
Regret the lessons that I learned
Right now I think the tumbleweeds are better off than me
Shot a man in Tucson, he dared sing one more song
Of my demise while I just drank a beer
My future's certain, many my end is near
I won't be home for dinner anymore
Don't wait up cause I'm not coming home
The posse's one half mile behind, and I've got hell to pay
I know, I know that I should never play with fire
But life's too short for me to work away
And all these years I've lived I've lived beneath the muck and mire
Time has come for me to earn my pay
I'm running through the streets
My horse is dead, I'm on my feet
legs are racing, heart is too
My head is filled with thoughts of you
If I could redo what I've done I'd still be here and on the run
Never going back to work, I won't die at the mill
Where I've slaved with broken life and limb
I've lived a life of loss and fear, to Mexico I go to lay to rest
Sometimes we all just act upon instinct
And to that balladeer I send my prayers
I've gone from man to murderer, the hunted I've become
To those in Hell, see you when I get there
Sometimes we all just take the long way down
Numbness in my legs, I've been on the run for days
Sheriff's closing, posse's too
And here I am to die the fool
But I won't die on the hangman's noose, however many lives I stole
Never hold you in the arms, you're on your own back on the farm
On te ground die where I lie
Beneath a violet sky
My life of torture now is said and done
And ends beneath the July sun
Goodbye cruel world, I bid my last farewell
I know, I know that I should never play with fire
And to that balladeer I send my prayers
I've gone from man to murderer, the hunted I've become
To those in Hell, see you when I get there
Sometimes we all just take the long way down
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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14. |
It's You (bonus track)
03:35
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Oh, oh yesterday the weekend wore a hole right through my life
But now today it’s you wears my heart, my love, my pride
It’s you who waits for me and sighs
You who makes my livin’ live
You, if not for, I would die
You who put the love into my life
Oh yeah
Now the story goes and it’s been told
You live, you learn, you grow so old
Oh, the world can grow so cold
So right if you think you are bold
One and one make two complete
Yeah, I know I’ll have to reach
To have, to hold, to love so sweet
But you know that was never me, never me
It’s you who waits for me and sighs
You who makes my livin’ live
You, if not for, I would die
You who put the love into my life
Yesterday the weekend wore a hole right through my life
But now today it’s you who wears my heart, my love, my pride
It’s you who waits for me and sighs
You who makes my livin’ live
You, if not for, I would die
You who put the love into my…
It’s you who waits for me and sighs
You who makes my livin’ live
You, if not for, I would die
You who put the love into my life
It’s you who put the love into my life
It’s you who put the love into my life
©2013 David Fagan, True Fish Music/ASCAP
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David Fagan/Snowball 37 Jersey City, New Jersey
David Fagan is a singer/songwriter/guitarist from New Jersey, Inspired by 70s classic and 90s alt rock. David performs as a solo artist, with a revolving cast of musicians as Snowball 37. I’ve toured the U.S. in support of Snowball 37's album "Declasse", David’s been writing as he plan my comeback to music in 2020, with “Hell and Back”, and a new album later this year! ... more
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