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[frenchmusicphilly]

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2016 was a crazy year & as I’m finishing up some new material, I figured I’d take a moment to put all the tracks from the year in one place.

It started with the Private Drive single in January which was followed-up with some demos that eventually became the mini-album, Doubts. Francine was a song I had had in mind for a while & recorded shortly following the mini-album.  Another installment in the Silhouette Series, SSVII and a b-side from that project, Forgotten Math (Original Instrumental) were released in July & in August, I put together some instrumentals and demos for the Mysteryland mixtape which was closely followed by another demo, Song For You Most recently, I released The Stoner which is a track from an album I’m currently working on called Ritual Crimes, a bit of a different vibe going on with this project & I’m really excited to finish it up & throw it out into the universe. 

I guess 2016 was more productive than I think of it as being but nonetheless, I’m really looking forward to the insanity, inspiration, and adventure that 2017 will inevitably bring & I hope you are too. 2017 ahoy.   

[freezemykey]

(stream of conscious 8.21.16)

I left the little league for the big sin, eating forbidden fruit in the eve, watching all the atoms manifest in my sleep, I’ve been floating like those hoverboards with wheels, trying to forget the way it feels. // An angel told me to be more assertive & speak with conviction, convincing to give me two grand for 1% of my dreams. Rolling up my sleeves, I wear less clothes than I used to, I can’t afford a life that I grew used to. // I wanna tell you ‘bout the things I’ve read & what’s been on my mind but you just wanna hit & that’s fine, I don’t give a fuck but it’s about time - pass me a gram when I hit a grand, I’ll smoke it till the summer’s gone - I’ll try to make it last that long. If it feels right it can’t be wrong // I should confess that I feel guilty, watching the white flowers wilting, I wrote a song about you that people like to hear, I sing it so much that I wish you were here - maybe next year, when I get my dirty laundry off the floor, when I won’t get lost as soon as I close the door. I want more nothing. I want more but it’s nothing. // New city, same shit, old me, & truth is, I don’t know how to do this, got my thumb on the carburetor, tryna keep this burning. I’m still learning to take it day by day. Barely earning to stay in place. // A boy at the bar said I should get tested every three months, “in a town like this, you never know what you’re gonna pick up” - I can hardly pick myself up out of bed, with the thought that I could just stay in - steady. - He asked me “how could you not know?” - I started chanting & lit a candle in the cathedral - A prayer for more nothing. A prayer for more but its nothing. - // I don’t miss knowing, I miss not caring about what I didn’t know but now I’ve grown & no one cares, nothing not worth sharing. I got my first paycheck & my 25th bottle of wine. Half-alive at 25, I’m nothing. I’m doing fine, doing nothing //

[frenchmusicphilly]

Silhouette Series VII, by FRENCH

3 track album

Silhouette Series VII out now- listen for free, download is pay what you want.

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[frenchmusicphilly]

How Am I To Know? (Demo)

Listen to How Am I To Know? (Demo) by FRENCH #np on #SoundCloud

How Am I To Know Demo

Lyrics below:

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[freezemykey]

my room is littered with plastic skulls, crystals, & incense ash

[freezemykey]

This is me at 24.

[wordsnquotes]

The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.

Albert Camus (via wordsnquotes)

[freezemykey]

i wrote a song about a patient at work & then I realized how fucking depressing my job is. 

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[andywarhol-art]

Skull, 1976

Andy Warhol

[frenchmusicphilly]

A Carole King Cover / Shirelles Classic

[salvadordali-art]

Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.

Salvador Dalí (via salvadordali-art)

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[freezemykey]

They stand silent & still; in my hand I held one last gasp or grope forever pining coniferously at the dark white & pale blue.  Enemies stay at bay, I watch them from the docks wishing & hoping to see them dismantle themselves, toppling over a sacred night but you can see the numbness seeping through my gaze hidden beneath the stares, an empty cupboard unreserved, broken-in, & worn.  Time enters the body & leaves it that much older, you've arrived & departed similarly. This is an exhalation or exaltation both clouded with smoke; a sigh for dandelion seeds.

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