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Last Call at Frenchy's
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A little something for drinking at the piano.
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A disturbing and invigorating amalgam of grind, doom, Goth, Americana, and acid-drenched Texas redneck. Industrial-tinged and menacing but simultaneously organi
There's a smell on the air in rural Spring Hill and it ain't pretty. Take a big whiff of a SEBOS CD and see if the odorous particles have stuck. That's cow manure, man. Lots of cow manure. This is the breeding ground for SEBOS - a sweaty, smelly, mosquito infested world. You see, SEBOS is the brainchild of one man, David J. Patterson. He writes, plays, records, produces, masters and "births" SEBOS from his own Beaumont Studios. The result is an unusual blend of heavy rock, blues and country, all filtered through shaky guitars, keyboards and a drum machine. In the past, David worked in a group setting as vocalist in Tampa Bay area bands including Lead, Angel Spitt and Pale Rider, but he just couldn't get along with others. Now on his own with SEBOS, David has the perfect vehicle for projecting his musical vision to the world. SEBOS cites The Beatles, Sonic Youth, Kyuss, Melvins, High on Fire, Prince and Tom Waits among his favorite artists, but it may take a few listens to hear their influence. The music SEBOS most enjoys tends to be a little different. Not overly experimental to attract only fringe elements, but different enough to be surprising. That's what SEBOS hopes to create with his music.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
Peak #1,343
Peak in subgenre #318
Author
SEBOS
Rights
2005 Monocular Music
Uploaded
August 20, 2005
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MP3 1.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Actually titled "(I Almost Survived) Last Call At Frenchy's". There was a sleazy bar in the town I grew up in called Frenchy's. I got a t-shirt from there that said "I Survived Last Call at Frenchy's", but somebody wrote in the word "Almost". I wore it at least once a week in high school. Classic.
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(I Almost Survived) Last Call at Frenchy's His hands are wined and dined His voice, whiskey soured How many rotten teeth can you fit in that mouth Handles the throttle Like speed has the answer It’s good to be home, the neons comfort him Wizened and old A sage of the chrome A broken down barrier A broken down home He lives by the code Those who can pay Without all the questions The marks won’t betray Cigarette stains His favorite haunts It’s last call Bobby. I’m sure I can drive, man. How many times for sorry Forgiveness has a limit Unfortunately so do bones, so do bones Blowing all the smoke Smiling like a champ He has a dull ache Strike at the cramp Don’t be self-serving Pity doesn’t suit Here’s a reminder Have some more mood Sometimes she laughs Sometimes she cries Belated, belated Belated good-byes And he falls asleep Sweet and much obliged And in the corner A whimpering wife
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