Refried Nostalgia

by Adam Balbo

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about

Recorded August 2010, January and March 2011, in San Francisco, California.

credits

released 09 May 2011
Adam Balbo: vocals, acoustic guitar
Mr. Andrew: drums, shakers
Fancy Dan: electric guitar
Jon Moyer: electric bass

Album art: Helen Lee

Recording and mixing: Theresa Sawi, Mr. Andrew, Adam Balbo (tracks 3, 5, 7, and 9); Kyle Lesley (tracks 1, 6, and 8); George Rosenthal (tracks 2 and 4).

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tags: adam balbo diy folk bedroom folk diy garage rock indie rock live pop folk rock Oakland

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I'm a real boy. Get in touch in you want to set up a show or come to my shows.

My new project, The Pool Whales, has released an album in cassette and digital format.

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  • May 18
    The ?
    Oakland, CA

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Track Name: Give Back What I Can
GIVE BACK WHAT I CAN

I'm just a man. With little I's born.
One day I'll die a few people might mourn.
I have a family I love them so.
They love me, too, if you must know.

To the gates of hell or the grocery store.
There's nowhere with me that they won't go.
We know what we know and do what we do.
Listen to us; we might listen to you.

Humbling a task: find enough food.
Find clothes to where. There's a buch of work to do.
But I can't complain. I have no one to blame.
No claim to fame. All the bullshit's the same.

I've no one to dupe. Nothing to prove.
No wind to catch. No mountain to move.
I just take care of my family. Take care of the land.
Protect them and love them, give back what I can.
Track Name: Obligatory Highway Analogy
OBLIGATORY HIGHWAY ANALOGY

The highway, yes, the highway is the analogy I will employ to sing about
Love & other stuff, about which you’ll find out soon.
Two thousand, two hundred & forty seven goddamn miles is a long way to drive without the one you love.
Without you in the car with me, the road is just a long-ass strip of cement - with painted lines.
A wicked fucking scar on the proverbial heart of this enormous continent.
Through plains, woods, mountains, &, of course, the desert.
If you’re feeling sad & need an image which will represent your pain,
Picture that barren, empty road, laid & flattened right through your brain.
You’re driving realy fast, windows down, hair blowing, going to the great unknown
Blaring your favorite song, singing along. Where you’re going – who the fuck reallyknows?
An old, reliable comparisons works for me.
That’d be the obligatory highway analogy.
Track Name: Big Kid Now
BIG KID NOW

You’re friends with shepherds; You tend to sheep
You know nothing free comes cheap
You genuflect & hum your hymns
Tomorrow you’ll get up & do it all again
You’re into the past; You know it’s now
You’ve heard a couple different pronunciations of how
You’ve looked at your books; Looked at your movies
Tonight, why don’t you give me your cooties
You’ve met captain sham, even shook the man’s hand
You’d finish my left over green eggs & ham

Oh, wee, ooh, wow
You’re a big kid now

You have a heart, it’s in your chest
On Tuesdays, you put on your Sunday best
You can use a fork, chopsticks, too
Knives, ice cream scoopers, & spoons
You take three times one, divide five by two
You know what Brian Boitano would do
You sit in the front, stand in the back
Call out the crap but you know just when to clap
You can shut your mouth; & hold your horse
You expect no less from me, of course

Oh, wee, ooh, wow
You’re a big kid now
Oh, wee, ooh, wow
You’re a big kid now
Track Name: Just Singing A Song
JUST SINGING A SONG

shaking hands with time
eternity is doing fine
do do do just singing a song
while shaking hands with time

kicking up some dust
in gravity I put my trust
do do do just singing a song
while kicking up some dust

cussing at the wind
an argument no one wins
do do do just singing a song
while cussing at the wind

staring at the sea
it mercifully ignored me
do do do just singing a song
while staring at the sea
Track Name: Pie Or Soup
PIE OR SOUP

I like your font
Do you mind if I look at it
Could you please lend me your pants?
I could use a new pair of philosophies
I’m having trouble finishing my ... saying what I mean

Lean forward for me
I’d like to smell your pumpkins
We could make a pie; or we could make soup
we don’t need an alphabet
I cordially invite you to get some food

I think I dropped a bunch of my confidence
Out on Market …. Street
No one’s turned it in
Probably because they’re no place to turn it in to
If you can’t deliver me from evil, how bout a pizza?
Track Name: Hope Someone Will Be Home
HOPE SOMEONE WILL BE HOME

Down to the frontier flung. Those who survived still sung
songs for right now, convince somehow that we'll be spared.
Over the hills we cross, passing all the people lost.
Nay them are we. We know a peace. We are cared for.

Look out in front of you.
We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too,
and hope someone will be home.

Crossing the rugged gorge. A marriage of ideals forged.
Witness the birth. Blood all over the earth. Yes, we see it.
Follow the flight of doves. That crooked path of love.
Naked are we. Atop the sea. We are free.

Look out in front of you.
We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too,
and hope someone will be home.

Recalling all our dreams. Wandering the ancient, sacred streets.
Past dives of dingy sadness, far from the scary madness
of the dark doom of infinity.
Stumbling in drunken sleep. Past the signposts where hope and time meet.
Everyone falls from the weight of it all. We'll help you carry.

Look out in front of you.
We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too,
and hope someone will be home.
Track Name: Annie
ANNIE

Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot.
I don’t love you, but I like you a lot.

If you were painting, I’d rip you off the wall.
If you were a side of spinach, I’d eat you all gone.
If you were a pair of comfy sweat pants, I’d wear you to bed.
If you were a really good song, I’d get you stuck in my head.

Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot.
I don’t love you, but I like you a lot.

If you were a bottle of whiskey, I’d share you with my friends.
If you were Moby Dick, I’d read you til the end.
If you were iodine, I’d pour you on my wound.
If you were death itself, I’d welcome my own doom.

Annie, Annie, damn you’re hot.
I’d don’t love you, but I like you a lot.
Oh, Annie, Annie, goddamn you’re hot.
I don’t really love you, I just like you a lot.
Track Name: Amazing Grace
John Newton wrote this in 1779.