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At The Start (Day View)
04:43
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There’s a view that I knew: one of you.
You’d see right through my plan.
Hiding out at your house of cards,
I always felt I was a part of your clan.
We took on the world together
as we always would forever.
hand in hand and hearts a-tether
at our new sunrise.
I was your own favorite daydream
and you my marvelous moonbeam.
You lighted my way, but life taught
me not to trust my eyes.
That day gave us a chance, our debut.
Every day begins with another choice.
Each beginning is a potential point where
we could have our most powerful voice.
It gets harder to change our path.
We didn’t plan, failed to do the math,
and that’s when we fully feel the wrath
of our own neglect.
There’s no going back to reset the play.
We have to renew our will to stay
in the game, by living every single
day with profound respect.
It’s our day, day view.
It’s our day, our debut
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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Life seems to be wasted on the living.
So much taking, so little giving,
sustains a subpopulation unable to relate
well to others, only able to hate.
Of all our peacetime solutions
it seems there’s so much more we lack.
The glass half full is also half empty.
Confront conflict, but watch my back.
The wind of hate spreads
through the world much faster,
holding it back like drying plaster.
If it continues for too long,
it can only end in disaster.
Of all our peacetime solutions
we have yet to learn how to use even one.
So many roads traveled, though so steady,
always lead us back to petty (wars).
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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A Few Choice Words
02:44
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I’ve got a few choice words for you,
that may be just a little hard to hear.
Come here, and I’ll try to soften the blow,
though I know that nothing can come
between us and the facts, except
possibly certain acts of very bad temper.
How could you salt that wound?
You must have lost your mind
and your soul to some devilish
forces holding you, insane.
What else could turn you into
the selfish ruin of all that is peaceful
and good? If you’re even human,
you should be ashamed.
You are the enemy,
much too blind to see.
You’re cattle down the line to be
just more fodder for the GOP.
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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Tidal Wave
04:58
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Check out the crest of that tidal wave.
The future is looking
pretty bleak for us now.
We’ve pressed our luck
a thousand times and dodged the grave,
though I would not take
odds on exactly how.
How much is enough or too much?
The momentum will fold on us.
Our paper figures won’t hold up (help us)
Paper figures won’t hold (help)
Figures won’t hold (help)
From here the damage
doesn’t look quite so bad.
Maybe we’ve become
immune to our demise.
It’s no longer a matter of
pleasure or pain, happy or sad.
The rank and file just ignore
their own desperate cries.
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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Hidden Miss
03:23
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Send in the clown fodder
Out with the bathwater (toilet water)
Everything’s a hidden miss (hit and miss)
Before you know it, chances are,
the center’s gone, the (this) dance
is hardly over. It’s no wedded bliss.
Frankly, things just fall apart.
The open head and open heart
will fester on the surgeon’s bed.
Crests of waves will overtake you.
Crooks with bank accounts will jake you,
whether you’re alive or dead.
No no no no no no!
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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I don’t know where
my mind is anymore
So I just take off my head
and throw it on the floor.
“It’s the TV. Don’t let it confuse me.
What’s happening everywhere
doesn’t necessarily involve me.”
When it just gets too much to bear.
I make sure that my friends are near.
My tenuous grasp on this creates my fear.
It’s here! It’s far too close to me.
I simply need a second simply not to be.
Play something at full volume!
I need…distractibility!
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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Fade
09:28
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If this whole dream
should continue to fade,
remember, there’s a time
for taking up the blade,
and there is a time to stop and
evaluate the dark price of deceit.
There’s also a question
of whether we’re made
of qualities that rise
above the parade
of fools that usually defines
this fresh plate of tender white meat.
Consider the grave
consequences of a trade
where the morally repugnant mount
a vicious attack and tirade,
and the rest of us only receive a statement
of lies (avoiding damages), and no receipt.
The flock of ne’er-do-wells
who pillaged and flayed
simply have a skin color
considered high grade
by a supremacy of power who
think that fate chose them, all complete.
To our surprise, we found out
when their hands were played,
that their allegiances had changed,
so their morality was weighed.
They definitely lost the ensuing
heavy debate, but we’re all still
stuck in the same concrete.
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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When we leave, we leave with nothing.
Mother Earth won’t miss us at all.
“After all is said and done” is a fairy tale.
We have neither lost nor won.
All we ever had was consciousness, and
we still don’t even really know what that is.
Humans understanding humans alone
is like the blade sharpening the stone.
Still, some of us did recognize it.
A part of our selves is left behind.
At the end, we didn’t all betray humanity,
although so many were led so far astray.
They knew Ma! Denouement.
lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2023 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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The Trans Fatty Asses Silver Spring, Maryland
The Trans Fatty Asses made a false start in 2010 when Todd Osborn (drums, guitar, voice, songs) attempted to put a live band together comprised of Bob Crain (drums, guitar, voice), Nick Johnson (Keys, electronics), and Aki Zenji (bass). Zenji had to leave the band, was replaced, but it all splintered after that due to bad timing. Osborn picked it up again as a personal recording project in 2016. ... more
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