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Almost to a Halfway House

by Ben Crane

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1.
I wish I lived across the pond I bet you'd hear it in my songs But all I've got is this Americana melody hoping it's fooling you like you're fooling me It could be just the two of us hand in hand in Picadilly circus We'd walk by the palace green and scream, "God Save the Queen!" And I know that it must seem like a bloody stupid fucking dream but please shut your eyes tight and overlook the oversights i make like having a British accent that's fake We could go out to the pubs have a pint or two catch midnight jazz at a club if you wanted to or stay home and leave the tele on and you could fall asleep on my arm now the summer is making me wonder why seconds pass slowly while a year can fly by and i guess it's all my fault for not really trying to catch you when i had the time yeah and i know that it must seem like a bloody stupid fucking dream but please shut your eyes tight and overlook the oversights i make like having a british accent that's fake
2.
I wish I was strange with all my colors rearranged somehow it's simple to understand it all when my world's in shades of Warhol and I haven't given up the hope that one day you and I will kaleidoscope Cause I bet you'd like the way it feels to watch the sky spin like a rainbow pinwheel and I swear it's simple to understand it all when your world's in shades of Warhol and I haven't given up the hope that one day you and I will kaleidoscope
3.
Mr. B-Side 02:40
I think that it'd be really cool to be underrated rather than lie on center stage all over-stated sequence really ain't my thing i'd really just rather sing a little tune alone in my room I'd rather walk down the street and be unrecognized by the people I meet than have my face on MTV with millions of fans that I'd never see or be chased by the lies of a black tinted window disguise I guess I just like it outside the spotlight Just call me Mr. B-Side I'm hanging out off stage right safely outside the lime light Don't get me wrong it'd be just fine if one of my songs got stuck in your mind And you can bet it would make me smile if the radio thought I was worthwhile to play on it's invisible floating airwaves but you see I've got this citrus allergy Just call me Mr. B-Side I'm hanging out off stage right safely outside the lime light
4.
I got a gypsy inside of me He's just begging to be set free I got an anklet of bells on my foot got to dance can't stay put siberia, I'm calling ya siberia, I'm calling ya I'm just like primordial ooze Got this slicked back green back blues I got a secret magic bag of tricks braid my hair with broken sticks siberia, I'm calling ya siberia, I'm calling ya while you think it's prehistoric the things i want will always haunt my dreams at night my heart's wrapped tight to the thought of siberia, I'm calling ya siberia, I'm calling ya
5.
Gemini Woman 04:40
She stopped me short I was gasping for air I could see it was trouble ahead A little lady dressed in red I walked up to the bar and asked “honey what’s your sign” She said “I’m a Gemini Woman, don’t waste my time” Whoa Gemini Woman with your black magic ways And your stone-cold Medusa gaze It’s your witchcraft that draws me in But you’ve got the devil in your soul kissing you is a sin. Anything I’d get from you I’d have to earn it I gave you my number on a napkin and right before my eyes You took your little cigarette and you burned it. Whoa Gemini Woman why you do these things to me? Can’t you tell I’m intoxicated by your zodiac ecstasy? No Aquarius can fill me up right Just a nibble of Gemini can satisfy my appetite. You bit your ruby lips, got outta your chair. winked at me over your shoulder as you walked outta there You left me awestruck dumb struck you turned me to stone All I could do was watch your hips leave, keeping time like a metronome Well they say you’re gone, never to return But I can’t forget your face, into my mind it’s burned And on certain nights when Neptune and Mars align I swear I see a Gemini Woman dancing on the skyline. And on certain nights when Neptune and Mars align I swear I see a Gemini Woman dancing on the skyline.
6.
Eden 03:29
I see you come floating by under a liquid mirror sky and i can't help but think you're astray the continents will always drift the world spins and deserts shift and you've forgotten where you're from you've stopped believing in Eden you've stopped believing in Eden The metaphors I can't find won't you release me from my mind? and slide away into amber excavate your fossilized memory to help you see past a stage-light glare and as your brain melts away into a cracked hourglass blaze i can see your ashamed of yourself you've stopped believing in Eden you've stopped believing in Eden

about

Someone whose musical opinion I deeply admire and respect told me this summer that "simplicity is fatal". When writing these songs, I kept this in mind and, in doing so, found out something interesting. While writing and playing these songs, alone in my room, I would begin to lose control of my legs. My toes curled, my knees buckled, and I generally just staggered around the room with my eyes closed. I ran into things every now and then and kicked my bed post more than a few times.

It became apparent that, at least for me, the simpler music is, the deeper it pierces. While it's not a perfect analogy, think of these songs as musical haikus: unadorned and ready for you to enjoy without needing a whole lot else. I hope your toes curl a little bit when you listen to these like mine do when I play them.

This EP is dedicated to the riff-raff (in general) and Trey Hunter (specifically)

You can hear more studio tracks and updates on my Facebook page here: www.facebook.com/pages/Ben-Crane/7955664265

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released September 9, 2009

All songs written, performed and recorded by Ben Crane
Cover art by Alex Berdoff

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Ben Crane New York, New York

Ben Crane is a singer/songwriter based in Brooklyn by way of Southern California. The Deli Magazine called him "a more light- hearted Lou Reed" and his latest album Spun Honey explores everything from anti-folk to country and Americana roots. A fervent performer, Crane can be seen in venues across NYC and beyond both solo and with his other band, funk/disco army Every Flavor Weather Machine. ... more

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