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Cut the Brakes

by Friday In America

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1.
Dont Fight the Wind (Broderick) Don’t say what you know, say what you don’t, say what you say I’ve got the gold I’ve brought it home It’s here today Dollars to donuts, one day we’ll grow up Blow up like villages and drink til we throw up (repeat) And though you might not feel alive, you know to die is just a sin Don’t fight the wind You stop and go, you stop and go You ride the system I shuffle aside of Eden To try and hide my wisdom Dollars to donuts, one day we’ll grow up, blow up like villages and drink til we throw up (repeat) And though you might not feel alive you know to die is just a sin Don’t fight the wind
2.
Hitman 05:10
Hitman (Broderick/Rossi) The catacombs that you call home They’e old and faded they’re overgrown And the only thing I ever known how to do was move There’s a box beneath my bed The key unlocks, it’s sheathed in lead That is how I keep my head, I wasn’t born to lose I’m a hitman, a miracle of science My worn and torn reflection, it forms my poor alliance I’m a soldier for hire, man on a wire, a cold-blooded killer, set the river on fire I’m a hitman, hitman on the run In an age of rage and dread You turn the page, you make your bets Your silver spoons are bathed in red like a morning moon And in the halls the chambermaids Change the shades with razor blades This is how you fade away, I wasn’t born to lose Repeat Chorus
3.
Jamaica 04:11
4.
Six and Counting (Rossi) It's been so long since I've shouted out Let loose a scream then I drowned you out Take all the air I breathe inside Take a deep breath, how do you feel now? The day starts to crumble as I watch in pain From a nearby seat on a nearby plane If we crash and burn I think I'll wait Just take this food here from off my plate There's a body washed on the shore You took a bite out then you ask me for more, more, more A couple years older and I thought I was yours You give and you take then you ask me for more, more more Now you know that I've found you out Step from the light and into the dark Some things are mystery I tend to forget Don't have all the answers I want just yet Repeat Chorus
5.
Lonesome Train (Broderick) Well I lost my love, my home in the shade If the money hadn’t gone, she’d had stayed But now all I got, is my family name and an empty seat on a lonesome train Lonesome Train, take me through the rain Through them hopeless hills, and vacant plains Take me through the backwoods, over the mountain range Just don’t leave me here, Lonesome Train Well I got knocked down, by the morning news Headed to an old saloon, where they still play the blues ‘Cause the way I’m goin’, only got one lane and that’s a dead-end track, on a Lonesome Train Repeat Chorus I set out to make good (he set out to make good) with no one next to me I set out to make good (he set out to make good) on my destiny But if I should fail (if he should fail) Don’t you share my shame (don’t you share his shame) Just save me a seat on a Lonesome Train Repeat Chorus
6.
Water 03:12
Water (Broderick) When I close my eyes, I see ahead What I held inside, until I bled But Mama don’t feel bad because I bleed You already gave me all I need You’re like water girl to my soul I’m water girl, I lose control I’m water Ma, I’ll break though that wall I’m water Ma, I run, I fall We ain’t no different, when we’re all scared Life is just a fight and fights ain’t fair But mama don’t feel bad I’ll be alright Mama don’t feel bad because I’ll fight Repeat Chorus Oh you know, I got so much on my mind But my heart, it runs on its own time It’s a lonely walk through a crowd so unkind But in the dark is where the stars realign Repeat Chorus
7.
Grain of Salt (Broderick) When the menu doesn’t suit you, you gesture toward the maitre’d Disheveled, he stumbles through the specials, ‘cause he doesn’t know you’re blaming me Spare me the paintings of bare trees, you say represent your mood I think it’s time I told you I was lying when I said you’re cool I gotta go, gotta go, baby now I know You’re just a postcard of a place that I’ll never go So take it all with a grain of salt I just called to say it aint your fault And I’ll be alright now on my own Who’s to blame when things go wrong I don’t know I just sing my songs Worse things can happen to you Don’t tell me that you’ve lost all control when I know that you’re holding on I know a better way to go and I know that it wont be long I know what I said when I said what I said on your fancy phone But just because I’m a loner girl don’t mean I wanna die alone Repeat Bridge Repeat Chorus Don’t stop don’t think don’t turn around No regrets, don’t ya go sleepless, I’ll see ya around Take it all with a grain of salt I just called to say it ain’t your fault and I’ll be alright now on my own Your lifes a scene from a movie screen When you talk about your dreams you quote James Dean Cause youre afraid of the unknown But whos to blame when things go wrong I don’t know I just sing my song and while away the afternoon But your whole life you never rolled the dice If I told you once I told you twice Worse things can happen to you
8.
Hillary 03:48
Hillary (Broderick) Hillary, you got me going crazy Hillary, I see you on the streets at night You were so cool, when you would slip past the queue And tell them you’re the DJ And the bouncers expression, when he’d say “where are your records?” And you’d say, “baby doll, here on my key chain” You’d say “life’s just a game...” “it’s all just the same...” “Life’s just a game that I’m good at...” Repeat Chorus You knew all the spots, the bodegas and shops, and the places to go after dark and the dealers and thugs, but baby who still buys drugs in Washington Square Park? You’d say “relax, it’s the spot...” “they pay off the cops...” “relax I’ve got this I’ve done it before...” Repeat Chorus I remember when we first met, you said you liked A Tribe Called Quest And I said “who’s she?” But you ain’t Queen Jane or Penny Lane, you’re a Jersey Girl I know your name You’re a broken wave that thinks it’s still out at sea But when the rain lets up and the thunder slows I’ll play an old soul song from Muscle Shoals look out my window and I’ll see your face Repeat chorus
9.
Friday 06:55
Friday (Broderick, Dudley, Haschmann, Mathews, Rossi, Simms) Well the stolen glances at the high school dances that we shared were true When the newspaper scriptures and the yearbook pictures weren’t fair to you A quiet queen you did them things that no one cared to do Even when your teachers and your preachers weren’t there for you Because school was but a joke to me, we’d laugh, and sleep, and smoke for free and mom would pray that hopefully someday I’d start to smile Because we all do what we gotta do, we all stand out in the rain and an honest dude knows that solitude is the last stop on the train On Friday, I’m gonna make mistakes On Friday, I’m gonna cut the brakes I guess things change, relationships strain from the stress of holding on I go on alone, bombed and stoned, and keep on keeping on We all grew up, while I blew up on another town’s radio We all lost touch ‘cause it cost too much, to remember what made ya go And now they go from town to town trying to sell their blues And marry girls who like ice cream and tennis shoes Cause it hurts too much to remember who, you might’ve been And their coffee mugs speak of office love and the dreams they left behind From concert halls to conference calls and breakfast buffet lines On Friday, I’m gonna make mistakes On Friday, I’m gonna cut the brakes
10.
How Long 03:17
How Long (Rossi/Broderick) Bare robes and slippers on your feet Live and die for a sliver of a street Some say that they want the honest truth But it will fade like the fire of your youth You see hurt and your blood starts to boil You see pain plant the ashes in the soil Watch it grow, watch it slip inside your skin Cut it down, don't let it win How long, until you know what I know Broke down, body beaten up Hopeless clowns, you watch them eat it up Turn on the news and watch the story of a sinner Turn on the radio and look for something bigger Repeat Chorus
11.
Stuck on an Island (Broderick) I'm stuck on an island, got nowhere to go I'm stuck on an island and I may never get home Waiting for my helicopter, to take me away I know it might never come, but I still wait for the day Gonna go exploring, gonna make me some rum Gonna go exploring and then Ill get drunk First you chop the wood, then you build a fire Don’t let your emotions, decide your desire First you chop the wood, then you build a fire And though it seems like forever, you know time is just a liar. I remember Ramona, I remember we danced In my dreams I still see her, in my heart theres a chance But Im stuck on an island, I got sand in my shoes I aint committed the crime Lord, but Im still payin the dues Repeat Chorus Stuck on an island, gonna build me a boat Been choppin that wood, but that wood is my hope So if you are travelin, across the divide Please won't ya look for me, maybe gimme a ride Cause I been stuck on an island, yea I grown me a beard I been stuck on an island for so many years
12.
Ready to Go 04:24
Ready to Go (Broderick) We lost control, set fire to our clothes I just laughed and turned my head A whisper in a void, and the whole world’s unemployed And now it’s time to party for the living dead We throw parades like hand grenades, those better days, are ours We know our history, we are ready to go We know we’re built to bleed, we are ready to go They’ll tell ya that they don’t like the way you talk Tey’ll tell you that every man can be bought Look them in the eye, say go ahead and try We know our history, we are ready to go We ain’t some kids to feed, we are ready to go Oh ya know that you gotta give a lot to grow Ready or not they not gonna stop the show You’ll never know what I gave to rock n roll There's blood on the strings and the microphones We are ready, ready, ready to go

about

Friday In America (n) - the day when free men and women come together to dance, drink, and grill laxly inspected meat. Moreover, a way of life, that is possible to enjoy everyday, through an unrelenting desire to have a good time. Friday In America is ordering a milk shake and having them bring out the silver mixer with extra milk shake. In 1932, the most popularly used password at speakeasies was "Friday in America." The light at the end of the tunnel is Friday In America. And that shit glows. Friday In America is a beacon of freedom in an unforgiving post-apocalyptic IMAX 3D hellscape. When you mix whiskey and ginger ale they don’t call it a Friday In America. But they should. If Abraham Lincoln was a band he’d be Friday In America.

credits

released March 26, 2011

Fran Broderick – Guitar, Vocals, Harmonica
Chris Dudley – Keyboards, Organ, Vocals
Brian Haschmann - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Kevin Mathews - Bass, Vocals
Ben Rossi – Lead Guitar, Vocals
Brendan Simms – Trombone, Vocals, Accordion, Percussion

All songs copyright Friday in America and Francis Broderick 2010 and 2011.

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1. Don’t Fight the Wind (3:40)
2. Hitman (5:11)
3. Jamaica (4:12)
4. Six and Counting (5:44)
5. Lonesome Train (4:22)
6. Water (3:16)
7. Grain of Salt (4:45)
8. Hillary (3:50)
9. Friday (6:56)
10. How Long (3:18)
11. Stuck on an Island (4:22)
12. Ready to Go (4:23)

Produced by Brendan Simms

All songs written by F.Broderick
with exception of #4 written by B.Rossi,
#2 and #10 written by F.Broderick and B.Rossi,
and #9 written by FIA.

Mixed and Engineered by Brendan Simms
Mastered by Matt Clock at River Bottom Sound

“Water” Engineered and Mastered by Jeff Gilhart

Track 8 features Dave Dys on saxophone
Track 9 features Emily Bartolotta on guest vocal


Recorded in various parts of America, including a condemned manufacturing building, Brendan’s basement, the respective living rooms of Fran, Chris, and Ben, and a few places in which we shouldn’t have been recording and therefore will not list.

Album Art: Matt Carbone
Art Direction: Matt Carbone
Album Photography: Mike Bartolotta

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FIA is a band that mixes rock, Americana, folk, and hip hop. If Abraham Lincoln was a band he'd be Friday In America.

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