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The Violet Drive

by Frankie Wood

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Cobalt This is a real feel-good album, with every song warming my cold, dead heart. Favorite track: Dopamine.
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1.
Cotton Candy 05:27
Look at the way we go, look at the life we wrote, Look at the time she said I'd never make it on my own. Downtown where the sun hangs low, Sitting on the curb by the punk rock show. Now I'm talking off the cuff to some strange Friends I can't relate to, Drunk on all these odds and ends trying to get through to you. You sit there by the front porch, what are you waiting for? And you would say... Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been? You've been mucking up the past few years of your life, Trying to find a reason to fight. (woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say) ×2 Look at the way you sing, look at the weight you bring, Look at the same you said well I can never feel a thing. And you're laughing at my jokes, Well maybe that's 'cause we're both stoned Yeah the radio it plays all those songs you can't relate to, By 6am I'm still awake, smoking in her bedroom. And now I'm a loving wreck for tomorrow, When I'm driving down the highway on our way back to Toronto you'd say... Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been? You've been mucking up the past few years of your life, Trying to find a reason to fight. (woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say) ×2 Look at the way we go, look at the life we wrote, Look at the time she thought she'd never make it on her own. Yeah you've gone cold as stone. (woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say) ×2 Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been? You've been mucking up the past few years of your life, Trying to find a reason to fight. (And you'd say) Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been? You've been mucking up the past few years of your life, Trying to find a reason to fight. (And you'd say) (woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say)
2.
Paris 03:38
I've been over my head, laying on the floor again, For every word that I never said, Oh to you save a troubled youth, shining baby blue, Oh my way, but another new year's day. Oh, take me back to Paris, flood my heart with memories. The sweetest screw up a boy like me could be. My leather jacket, my torn shoes, another new tattoo. Records spinning heartbreak and I'm feeling brand new, Oh hometown city streets, paved in front of me. Gone so far and yeah this is how we fall apart. Oh, take me back to Paris, flood my heart with memories. The sweetest screw up a boy like me could be. Now what do you make of me, no more years of apathy. I'm proud enough to see us both living free. Oh, take me back to Paris, flood my heart with memories. The sweetest screw up a boy like me could be. Now what do you make of me, no more years of apathy. I'm proud enough to see us both living free.
3.
The Getaway 05:14
You got stuck in the traffic, oh late for all your classes Or so I'm told. We dream tortoiseshell glasses and churchboys on acid Out in the cold. Yeah the years that go by, I'm feeling tongue-tied For each day. That you must've cried out, your lips chapped and dry now Here's your fame. Oh raise my hands up I want to stay, Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway. Well you're well equipped, not so easy to predict Or so I'm told. With a gun on your hip and an effortless kiss I'm sold. Yeah I've come and gone,I'll move along, a cliché. Where we to no wrong, our love and protest songs, oh babe. Oh raise my hands up I want to stay, Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway. Hey kid here's to you. You got where you wanted to. Your skin's black and blue. Here's to you. Oh raise my hands up I want to stay, Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway. Oh raise my hands up I want to stay, Drink away my shaking limbs my getaway. Oh I want to stay. Oh my getaway. Oh my getaway.
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Yeah I heard you running from yourself. Can't keep it inside, never knew how to hide away, And she can't take another day. Now won't you make that drive out to the coast? Hiding behind that smiling face, such a pretty view, And a tragic taste. And you came to tell me that it's all your fault, In the corner of your delirious or my bleeding heart. And you don't know what you've been missing, Evangeline your hands feel different, Than when we were so young. Oh sweet little thing under city lights you stay, You're the goddamned saint of teenage strays, yeah. Well dust to dust. Well dust to dust. Yeah I heard you running from yourself. Kicking stones beneath your feet, what candy coated thing stole your dreams away, And she can't take another day. Oh angel on your shoulder bring you peace tonight, But no one could breath behind those eyes, oh so bright, And so terrified. And you came to tell me that it's not that bad. So high when you're feeling low oh that's how these Stories always go- You don't know what you've been missing, Evangeline your hands feel different, Than when we were so young. Oh sweet little thing under city lights you stay, You're the goddamned saint of teenage strays, yeah. Well dust to dust. Well dust to dust. You could build your own world maybe, Or burn it down they'd call you crazy. How could you waste another second in this place. When's the last time you got your fix, I'm glancing down at your wrist. Oh you've been swept away, But no this 'aint your fate. And You don't know what you've been missing, Evangeline your hands feel different, Than when we were so young. Oh sweet little thing under city lights you stay, You're the goddamned saint of teenage strays, yeah. Well dust to dust. Well dust to dust. (Woah oh oh oh) Well dust to dust (Woah oh oh oh) Well dust to dust (Woah oh oh oh) Well dust to dust (Woah oh oh oh) And You don't know what you've been missing, Evangeline your hands feel different, Than when we were so young.
6.
Dopamine 04:12
I never shared the little things, Old T-shirts and silver strings. All the pocket words I would sing. These Simple little things. Simple little things. Simple little things. And oh oh I'm telling you, oh are you proud of the things you do, So put down your pretty noose and say. That yesterday was quite a view, I hope to god I'll see you soon, But I'm not faithful you're just fateful oh. It's so easy to fall right in, Creased clothing and everything. Cigarettes and dopamine, Yeah you fall right in. Fall right in. Fall right in. And oh oh I'm telling you, oh are you proud of the things you do, So put down your pretty noose and say. That yesterday was quite a view, I hope to god I'll see you soon, But I'm not faithful you're just fateful oh. And oh oh I'm telling you, oh are you proud of the things you do, So put down your pretty noose and say. That yesterday was quite a view, I hope to god I'll see you soon, But I'm not faithful you're just fateful oh. I'm not faithful you're just fateful oh. I'm not faithful you're just fateful oh. I'm not faithful you're just fateful oh. I'm not faithful you're just fateful oh.

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released April 18, 2018

Recorded from a home studio by Frankie Wood.
Mastered by Travis Stoddart of Alleyway Sound.

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