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Social Architecture

by Fronz Arp

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1.
There's bitterness as sound over silence pours down Into her mouth to stopher breath behind her teeth When like a miracle above her dry tears built to flood Across the mountains and the deserts of her cheeks She said 'why would you leave me on my own, too soon as the harbinger comes' The burdens of your lonely spouse Oh you never could've hoped to be the only one he dreamed of You might have known it from the start The circus of his promises left a fool in the shadows of the dawn Who might have loved him from the start The want of your desire like smoke above the fire C ould've slipped in through the keyhole of your door L ike a theif under your skin come to steal you from within A nd make you do the things you never would before She said 'why would you leave me on my own, too soon as the harbinger comes' If all this draws to nothing And if the truth is just a price to bargain with When for all I know He might have known it from the start I walked around her house With no excuses or reasons for being there Except that I had loved him from Loved him from the start
2.
Phantom limb reach out within The shadows of a dangerous man Violent peace relax release A bomb fell on Afgahnastan I don't need to see what is plastered around I don't need to know that the bastards are found I don't need to see what is massing around I don't need to know that the bastards are found Because my phantom limb pushed the button But my hand let it go I can still feel the sensation But please don't let it show Phantom limb a needle in We'll pump his blood for dissadance Relax relive the liberty of occupance I blame another for the sins of an evil doer I shot a brother with a naked gun A lonely mother washed her skin of the protazoa Married a lover so she could save me maybe
3.
Love 03:51
I was standing on my own and,yes, I was hiding in the history that defines the air between us like a strangers face and as he stares we cannot speak About the man that I want to be tomrrow and the missed oportunities That crawl away on careless hands Speak to me of love I was waiting on the phone and yes, I was hungry with but words to fill my mouth they surely fail me as a vengeful heart, on silent tongue the phone came down Between the man that I want to be tomorrow and the new possibilities That crawl away on careless hands Speak to me of love
4.
Don't Let Go 03:40
Don't let go, you've always got tomorrow To cry your tears out and tell me of your sorrow Hold your hands up for all the hurts you've borrowed Your loves and fears, your movements haunt me still You've always got tomorrow You've it's been running around your head It's all running around your head Don't flee the wolves from which you hide You may escape but it'll leave you on the outside I've been waiting searching through my sorrows And love I fear your movements haunt me still Cause it's been running around my head Your still running around my head Don't let go Don't let go, you've always got tomorrow To cry your tears out and tell me of your sorrow Hold your hands up for all the hurts you've borrowed Won't let go, so don't let go
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A man looks up from the morning news Having seen the people to whom he might lose His bag his hat and his beautiful wife So he closes his fist around his valuable life He said I never even noticed dear what more could I do What more could I do A girl marches up with her back to the flag Wears her pride as a coat and her heart as a rag She says you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't So I'm damned if I'll live by oppression and pomp She says 'hey mr president turn on our lights But leave us the trees and the sea to admire But if the nieghbours look crazy then cut them all down You see, what more could I do A soldier hangs up his gun and cries Writes to his love with the tears from his eye Says that even to me I've a stranger become So don't blow all your youth on this He says that life is a damned hard place for love When freedom seems like a poet's dream But it's all I've needed all I wanted for years What more could I do Will you take my heart will you take my hand There's no king to lead me to no promised lands Just a girl outside with my heart in her hands to save me What more could I do What more could I do
7.
If I'm not there when the evening falls I might not be til the morning comes around Her eyes are closed but I know she's still awake If I'm not there when the morning breaks I might not be til the mortgage goes away Her eyes are closed but I know she's still awake But we're better off

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"the singer/songwriter displays a penchant for heart warming and bone-crunching truths about love and life!" Time Off Magazine

A self-produced mixture of home recordings and sections from studios I worked in at the time

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released August 1, 2008

All songs written By Fronz Arp
Recorded and mixed by Fronz Arp except 'Love' co-produced, recorded and mixed by Matt Redlich

Additional Musicians
Drums - Tony Garrett
Bass - Seamus Kirkpatrick except 'Love' by James O'Brien
Percussion - Roger Gonzales
Harmonica - Caustic Kev
Lap Steel - Alesa Lajana
Backing Vocals - Claire Whiting
Violins - Daniel Lopez and Luke Moller
Viola - Michael Patterson
Cello - Courntey Lind
String Arrangement - Emma Dean

Recorded at Ultrasonique Audio, Massive Masters and Kent St

Mixed at Massive Masters
Mastered at Massive Masters by Matt Redlich

Special Thanks:
Zuraya Hamilton, Matt Redlich, Claire Whiting, Sam Cutler, The Independent Music Academy, Neal Harvey, Pete Jones, James Dwyer and all the musicians who gave their time

Art Direction and Design by Paul Underwood
paul@ostrichrepublic.tv

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Fronz Arp Brisbane, Australia

The strange machine which is Fronz Arp grinds like a tattered, angry little hurdy gurdy. With dramatic jaunt and seesawing melodies that have been compared to weird-pop wonders, such as David Bowie and Tom Waits

“...songs full of drama and action, designed to get pulses racing and yet still sounding both intricate and adventurous” Rave Magazine
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