1. |
Free to Dream
03:26
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And if I died right now
I’d care less
If you cut into my brain
Or just burn my corpse,
Set it aflame,
It’s not like I’d complain.
The name I got is just a sham.
A number is all I am.
Someone’s always using me.
I will never be free.
Something’s always using me.
We’re free to dream we are free.
And I’ll live on in the stories about
How I was
Such a pleasant boy,
Seldom spoke, sometimes smiled,
Stayed in place
Like some discarded toy.
Has there ever been a time
I insisted my body’s mine?
Someone’s always using me.
I will never be free.
Something’s always using me.
We’re free to dream we are free.
The written laws will outlive
Those of us
Who waste space on this earth.
Like a drone, we’ll work real hard.
We are machines
Of a factory birth.
The name I got is just a sham.
A number is all I am.
Someone’s always using me.
I will never be free.
Something’s always using me.
We’re free to dream we are free.
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2. |
Never Gonna Jump Again
03:20
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Never gonna jump again.
That’s no way to fall in love,
Just a further way down to where
You’re staring at the world above.
Never gonna let my dreams
Take my life away.
If I just open my eyes,
Everything will be okay.
If I follow every line,
If I read every sign,
Will I see you again?
Will I see you, see you,
See you again?
Never gonna jump again.
That’s no way to happiness,
Just a further way from
A life filled with bliss.
Never gonna let my dreams
Take my life away.
If I just open my eyes,
Everything will be okay.
If I follow every line,
If I read every sign,
Will I see you again?
If I follow every line,
If I read every sign,
Will I see you again?
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3. |
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I wanna say yes,
I hate to say no,
But what did you really want from me?
Do you even know?
It’s a living hell
To be stuck in your mind,
But you were perfectly happy there
I came to find,
So I sing…
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la. Sing with me!
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la.
Do as you please.
I’ll do the same,
Tune you out whenever
You call my name.
Do you believe
It could’ve been different?
The problem was you could never
Take a hint.
Here’s your chance.
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la. Sing with me!
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la.
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la. Sing with me!
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la. Sing along!
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la. One more time!
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
La-la-la.
I wanna say yes,
I hate to say no,
But what did you really want from me?
Do you even know?
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4. |
Seek and Hide
03:57
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I acted like a fool again
Just to get your attention.
What I really wanna say
Is always well-hidden that way.
I’m too scared to show you
What else is there.
I try to not care so much.
No matter what, it’s my fault.
I didn’t give it enough.
Assuming nobody likes me
Can be very rough.
I’m too scared to show you
What else is there.
I try to not care so much.
I guess I’ll stay out of touch.
My defenses were just ways
Of making the best of my strife.
They protected me so I could keep on
Living my little life.
I’m too scared to show you
What else is there.
I try to not care so much.
I try to not care so much.
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5. |
Suicide Is for a Robot
03:36
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Suicide is for a robot.
When I’m dead a human
Is what I’m no longer not.
The cyborg’s new target is itself.
Its womb and tomb
Are a filing cabinet shelf.
Sometimes I wanna die
When I see my world is dead.
It’s become a lie.
I pollute because I’m polluted,
I pollute because I’m polluted,
I pollute because I’m polluted,
I pollute because I’m polluted.
Selfishness is for a robot.
There’ll be a time when you have to
Pay for all that you’ve bought.
Cyborgs never serve each other right.
They’re programmed to argue
And quarrel and fight.
Sometimes I wanna die
When I see my world is dead.
It’s become a lie.
I pollute because I’m polluted,
I pollute because I’m polluted,
I pollute because I’m polluted,
I pollute because I’m polluted.
Suicide is for a robot.
When I’m dead a human
Is what I’m no longer not.
The cyborg’s new target is itself.
Its womb and tomb
Are a filing cabinet shelf.
Sometimes I want to die
When I see my world is dead.
It’s become a lie.
I pollute because I’m polluted.
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6. |
Where Do I Belong?
03:20
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Where do I belong?
Is it here
At my table
Writing this song?
Or somewhere else
Away from here?
I would be trying
To be somebody else,
Someone I don’t wanna be.
My future is so bright
That I can't even see.
No, I don’t even know me.
Which road will I choose?
Is it this one?
If I take it,
Will I lose?
If I went the other way…
I would be trying
To be somebody else,
Someone I don’t wanna be.
My future is so bright
That I can't even see.
No, I don’t even know me.
Where do I belong?
Am I wrong?
Or am I right?
Just how can I
Win this fight?
I’m tired of trying
To be somebody else,
Someone I don’t wanna be.
My future is so bright
That I can't even see.
No, I don’t even know me.
Where do I belong?
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7. |
Mouse
02:04
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I am a mouse
Hiding in a human crowd.
Bodies are so big.
Voices are so loud.
Everyday
I gotta stay
Out of the way.
Will I be crushed tomorrow?
Sometimes I wish in times of sorrow.
I left a house
Of a human family.
I had to leave
When they finally found me.
Everyday
I gotta stay
Out of the way.
Will I be crushed tomorrow?
Sometimes I wish in times of sorrow.
I am a mouse
Hiding in a human crowd.
Bodies are so big.
Voices are so loud.
I am a mouse.
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8. |
Shine Again
02:40
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A few clouds appear in the sky.
Everyone’s sad, but not I.
I’ve waited long
Just for the rain
To start pouring
So all the flowers may bloom.
Raindrops that make up a deep sea.
Everyone’s dry, but not me.
I got caught
In the rain
Without a raincoat.
You can play any other day.
Let the rain fall as it may.
Surely the sun will get its chance
To shine again.
Foggy mornings and blinded eyes.
Everyone’s lost, but not I.
I’ll be finding my way out
As I’m walking
Through this wondrous maze.
You can play any other day.
Let the rain fall as it may.
Surely the sun will get its chance
To shine again.
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Nathan Franklin Portland, Oregon
Nathan Franklin has been writing songs and playing guitar in his bedroom since age 13. Now in his 30s, he is sharing his music with the world: two albums he recorded in his bedroom. He has also been actively involved with the sketch comedy troupe Escape Reality as a performer, writer and composer. You can check out their content here: www.escaperealitycomedy.com ... more
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