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Dave and Brian, as the band Society Fringe Players, are psychedelic punk rock opera hillbillies who are using this podcast to roll out their 87 song narrative entitled THE BIG OPERA. They release a new song every Monday morning at 7 ESTand then release a commentary track every Wednesday morning at 7 EST explaining how that song fits into THE BIG OPERA. They're too "Bawmer" for their own good. Reach them on Twitter at @davelinantudsfp and @brilutz9. Yes these are Circle 9 guys.
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Dec 2, 2019

I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
Oh no
Oh no
I made a record before I could even buy a beer
By the time I was 22 I'd played more shows than I could hear
Sang in smoke filled rooms
And drank for free all night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I seen 'em come and go I seen 'em rise and fall
I've made a billion fliers and made a million calls
I went from the mailing list to emails to evites
But it ain't no different if you're signing through the night
Alright
I been around this whole damn world
It's bigger than the sky is wide
But one thing everywhere is when everything seems just right
Play the night away
And sing everyday
Every day
I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
I'm just day to day

Nov 25, 2019

I drove my truck right on down to the water
Right up to the Chesapeake Bay
Stared out at my destiny fading
Spun out on that slick Maryland clay
Everyone spends their time a-yelling
Listening a thing of the past
Harass me with verbal gymnastics
And stupider opinions than that
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
What are the terms of a failure
Then again who really cares
Strip every word of its meaning
Stretch out and bathe in the glare
So hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again
Hold on for me
I'm driving and driving and driving again

Nov 18, 2019

I woke up at noon

With my alarm clock

Packed my bags

Searching for some truth

I ain't found nothing

What a drag

Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind

In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars fly high on a

Hazy day in June

I feel romantic

Like Jesse James

I shot some good ol' boy

'Cause he was fucking with me

Didn't ask his name

Headed south to find Graceland's healing kind

In redneck heaven the Stars and Bars glimmer like fire

Flying Texas bound

Love that Dixie ground

I'm a punk rock outlaw

Glory bound

I was killed last night

Flashed low rider lights

By an "esse" Mexican

Over reefer bales

At twelve oh two

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