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For Sale By Owner

by Full Bloan Power

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1.
i was born a lumber man I knew my pa would understand When that fat Texican came calling And my libido got out of hand Lets go back to Hancock Park and start a band The year was 1992 Kurt and heroin was all we knew When leprechaun was still great Anj And Matt Pinfield gave us a glance Lets go back to Hancock Park and start a band We only did it like we did To serve and protect against the pigs Now all that shit is out of the way Goin’ back to Dan’s and Don’s and Doug’s to play We had a drink at Hollywood We knew those [BLEEP] were no good Goin’ back to Don’s to jam Now we're on our way to Hancock Park to start a band Lets go back to hancock park
2.
i’ve been breaking my back all day i’m givin you a place to stay When i come home, It’s my oh my What did u do today Besides sit around and watch replays I ain’t takin you out Don’t ask why You’ve got to learn your place in my life We ain’t got no children and you ain’t my wife So if you ain’t cookin i’m still lookin It’s getting late And i can tell you’re ready to mate But i’m too damn tired To waste a pill What did u do today Besides sit around and earn no pay I ain’t showin you off Don’t ask why When i walk through that door I’m tired and my back is sore I ain’t takin you out Don’t ask why It’s gettin kinda late And i ain’t willin to wait If i don’t smell some cookin' It’s bye oh bye
3.
Mama woke me up this morning The insurance man had just stopped by He was throwin' me outside I'm 45 and I'm gonna die Mom's old man said I'm crazy And I have no plan Guess I'll go back to Hancock And start a band Take your hand from off your cock Take me back to Hancock Park When the sun sets it gets dark In Hancock Park
4.
I was born on the sunset strip In 1945 With 8 purple hearts and 105 kills I fought to stay alive I've got a family i’ve got 59 kids Another three on the way My best friend is the pissed off frenchman I’m the only one he can’t take I’m travelin’ travis, and i’ve lived/done right I paid all my dues and won all my fights And i know you won’t understand ‘Cause i’m travelin’ travis, united we stand I was in kenya the day the towers fell So clearly i had to go Chevron oil sent a fueled lear jet Just to grab me and take me home My only job was to show up and work To get those planes off my mind Now i’m headed back to that sunset strip To take that frenchman down one last time
5.
Meanwhile, back in hancock park... I woke up this morning Did a little dance Unstrap my CPAP, honey And zip up my pants I gotta get going Gotta be to work on time My airways are open Unlike my mind Just another day After just another night This mill’s to blame For my perfect life Desk jockey at the lumber yard i’m a birthright lumber man Today’s different the hotline’s ringin’ It’s Detroit’s Storeroom Stan Stan? Hi, this is an emergency Who am i talking to? This stupid direct link hotline makes me feel like i’m fucking stalkin’ you You should see this fire i just came walkin through My eyes are burnin like pumpernickel and i’m coughin too I think the whole building is burnin but i can’t see clear Do you know if wood is flammable and if help is near? This career path i’m on was never part of the plan The water ice stand i ran closed and i needed new whitewalls for my van My friend sam said, stan, you ever think about lumber, man? I could get you a job down at the storeroom, Stan And now, i’m burnin alive at the foothills of this mountain of sand?!? Can you dig it? So fucking hot it hurts Can you smell the smoke? i’m burnin up on you, little honey Try not to choke So fucking hot it hurts I woke up tomorrow To this pile of shit Got no insurance On this firepit Just another day After just another night This mill’s to blame For my shitty life Laughing stock at the country club And i ruptured my gastric band My baron quit and i’m taking shit From THE insurance man What is it, stan? Trust me this shit is hot and i got too much exp--
6.
Pick Me 05:02
I left without a plan Sold my g’tar and my wedding band Thought i’d hustle me up a job But work seemed kind of slow No matter where i’d go I think my working hands are almost gone Pick me my back is strong I worked on daddy’s farm all summer long I don’t care what i do Just put me on a crew i’ll work my back into the ground i know you won’t understand (young man) Cause you ain’t that kind of man (young man) When i’m on the job i don’t mess around
7.
I caught fire when the circus left town Can’t stop creeping can’t stop creeping around Come with a warning when the night winds wail What’s left of me is destiny The policy failed And i’ll take it on I came here to die One horse left in this one horse town Can’t stop sleeping, can’t stop sleeping around For you it’s a nightmare, for me a career Before you kill me i’ll make one thing clear I’ll take you on I came here to die Haven’t smoked since i showed up here Can’t find freedom, can’t get anywhere near Package store ran out of beer This place is a prison and i’ve never felt freer The man upstairs has a plan And if we give him a hand To get that lock off of his door He can finally move down a floor
8.
Lonely City 03:54
Everybody wants to be so lovely Taking what could be mine I never wanted to be the man Standing in the back of the line Every morning when the sun goes down i’m feeling fine Never looked too far away And i’m never looking far behind In this lonely city Where a piece of mind is more than you can stand In this lonely city You can get what you want but never get a chance

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Having walked the well-worn path of the country legends, Full Bloan Power grabs a machete and carves out one of their own with For Sale By Owner, the bicoastal group’s latest full-length record. The quixotic image on the exquisitely-designed album cover hints at the music inside, with one traditional work boot stepping into, and onto, country music’s uncertain future. The sound of the record is as varied as its themes, veering from classic hillbilly rave-up story song (“(Let’s Go Back To) Hancock Park (And Start A Band)”) to epic power ballad lament (“Insurance Man”) to existential grunge meditation (“Sweeper/Mopper”) to poignant country pop travelogue (“Travelin’ Travis”) to whatever “(So Hot) It Hurts” is. Recorded in Bucks County, PA, and Los Angeles, CA (in Hancock Park, a neighborhood featured prominently in the lyrics), this record is the culmination of their collective labor as a band. Some fans hear similarities to the Bakersfield heroes of yore, some to Hank Jr., some to Ween’s country side, but Full Bloan Power is very much its own creature, one wandering the barren landscape of an increasingly nonsensical world. Exuberant, confused, reflective, demoralized, dignified, anxious, and doomed...what could be more appropriate in the waning days of the American empire? Make sure to catch this one-of-a-kind act on their bi-regional tour of the Northeast and the Southwest scheduled for Fall 2024, as they might not be back again. In fact, as the band would surely point out, none of us might.

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released August 4, 2016

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Full Bloan Power. Lumber. Fire. Insurance. Work. Tahiti. For Sale By Owner

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