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SocietyFringePodcast's podcast

Through this podcast SFP is creating an extended universe through the use of guitar based pop songs. The tale is both episodic and serial. As of the COVID lock down the SFPeeniverse consisted of 7 Broadway style musicals. This is ambitious stuff. The conceit is that an '84 Chevy El Camino acts as a TARDIS catalyst connecting the characters to unlimited story telling opportunities.
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Now displaying: November, 2020
Nov 30, 2020

Got in my truck and I drove off I didn't say shit

Looking for words when they left me to stew over it

Every once in a while I just can't shrug it off

16 years sober will make you a shiny self cross

So I apologized when we did plug in the gear

All of this time I been wanting it's year upon year

How can a something be somewhere wherever it is

Can't it be nowhere and nothing and not of the biz

Sinking deep

Checking on back with our hero he's feeling his oats

Making his way as a young man with three leather coats

Has one for weddings and such and one to stay warm

His favorite is over his shoulders it shelters the storm

It's meloncholy and it's bright green and newer than new

Every once in a while I don't know what to do

Living vicariously 'cause that's a writer will do

Put it all in here and then some and do it for you

Sinking deep

Nov 25, 2020

Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday

A different world a new country I found out today

It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a

Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway

Driving on back to my home where the radio's free

Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE

Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road

Every once in a while I just want to explode

The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk

Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk

Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil

Every musician I know they just want to be real

Yeah

All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me

Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free

I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees

Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves

Sinkin deep

Yeah, sinkin deep

Ah-oo lord

Ah-oo lord

sinkin deep

Yeah sinkin

Sinkin deep

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