"Half as Bad" b​/​w "Out of Tune"

by The Free Soil Party

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04:24
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released May 9, 2011

Recorded April-May 2011 at Stagflation, Tallahassee, FL. Thanks to Victoria for listening again and again.

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The Free Soil Party Minneapolis, Minnesota

The Free Soil Party was a short-lived political party in the United States active in the 1848 and 1852 presidential elections, and in some state elections. Its main purpose was opposing the expansion of slavery into the western territories, arguing that free men on free soil comprised a morally and economically superior system to slavery. ... more

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Track Name: Half as Bad
In lower Appalachia,
It's forever 1973,
And everybody knows what's coming.

Stagflation's like a carpenter bee:
It hovers 'round your front porch
And drills inside when no one's looking.

And it's not half as bad as you thought it would be,
Not half as good as you want it to be.
If everywhere's the same like you say, it's cyclical,
And we're just on the downside
Making a comeback, baby.

Now me...I've driven every backwoods
Half-road here to Franklin Springs,
And I always kept the alt. just out of sight.

Because when 17 got bypassed,
It put downtown underwater.
Now the tourists all skip their stones across the surface.

There's so many songs about the South
That I can hardly even ask for fairness anymore.

The north side smells like bourbon,
And the west side smells like Sunday school,
And I'm putting my money
On air-fresheners.
Track Name: Out of Tune
They probably prayed it'd turn to ashes in my mouth,
But the joke's on them. I just bear it like a curse.
All the sweethearts rhapsodizing 'bout the orange trees and palmettos--
I do my best just to choke on every word.

'Cos he who laughs last
Probably don't know what he's laughing at.
I left it much too soon.
When the charter don't allow it,
It just knocks you out of tune.

When I said I'd lost more friends than she would ever have,
I never dreamed they'd be so hard to find.
I told her ours had run its course. She never answered--
Just left me hanging like I thought I'd leave her hanging on the line.

I called a few years ago.
She didn't even know me.
I said, "There was nothing you could do.
I would only take advantage
'Til it knocked you out of tune."

Now I've worn my guilt and shame like an albatross around my neck,
And I have stitched them on my shirtsleeves like a badge.
I've named so many names that I've forgotten all the faces,
But the whole thing feels so useless now--so vacuous and sad.

But let's not romanticize.
Though everyone denies it,
We're never quite in bloom.
Like the pressure on the saddle,
It just knocks you out of tune.