Almost to a Halfway House

by Ben Crane

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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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Track Name: Fake British Accent
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
Track Name: Shades of Warhol
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
Track Name: Mr. B-Side
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
Track Name: Siberia, I'm Calling
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
Track Name: Gemini Woman
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.
Track Name: Eden
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