Fabrication
by Ben Ballinger
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 10-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
Ben Ballinger’s personal accounts of fight or flight are crafted with expression and welded to the sonic landscape. A native of The Dalles, OR, Ballinger left home at age 18, hitchhiking across the country on his way to New York City. As a songwriter for well over a decade now, this is Ballinger’s fourth studio release. No stranger to vices, lies and love, Fabrication houses stories you’ll want to hear again and again.Buy Now $10 USD or more
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Astoria
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Lines
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Rise and Run
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Chisel
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Sometimes
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Miss Morgan
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Midnight
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Lonely Flagpole Refrain
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“Dylan-esque lyrical phrasing” - Paul Carrubba Austin Monthly
“A profound empathy within the lyrics” - Laurie Gallardo KUT Radio
“A profound empathy within the lyrics” - Laurie Gallardo KUT Radio
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released 08 May 2011
Produced by Sebastian Rogers
Engineered By Ian Watts
Recorded at The Magic Closet, Portland, Oregon
Produced by Sebastian Rogers
Engineered By Ian Watts
Recorded at The Magic Closet, Portland, Oregon
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This 10 track collection is a punch in the heart to the critical ear. Meticulously produced by Sebastian Rogers at the Magic Closet in Portland, OR, Fabrication stands tall among self released albums.
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- Track Name: Lines
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Lines on the highway lines on the dash
Staring down staring out staring through skylight
Spiritual twilight tonight is a long last night
Goodbyes some we said with loving lines
Some we said while we were slowly turning
Away from the shining sun of hope setting in your eyes
And I've got a little shard tickling my nose
And it ain't no harm I just like the way it rolls
So give me my pinners and port mama please
And a little half n half in my bergamont tea
And I wont lie there ain't nothing like
My methamphetamines
I think Im gonna scream
In this freakishly fastly passing dream
I think I hear what I think
And this chaos of chemicals is heavenly
Compared to a breath of reality
Sleeping with our eyes open
Seventy-fiven down the line
We're just trying to explain
Insisting we believe
In the fading novelty
Of our desired disease
It's deadly it's deadly it's deadly
And I've got a little shard tickling my nose
And it ain't no harm as long as the night rolls
So give my my pinners and port mama please
And a little half n half in my bergamont tea
And I wont lie there ain't nothing like
My methamphetamines
My methamphetamines - Track Name: Rise and Run
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- Track Name: Chisel
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Sometimes I wonder if you recall at all
What we have been through x2
You didn't break my heart
But you sure made it hard to use
I've told you before that I don't know
I don't know what to do x2
Mama make up your mind
I'm leaving it up to you
I poured my feelings in concrete
I'll just wait for my eyes to dry x2
But I see you waving that chisel
And I see you giving me that eye
I never tried so hard to listen
You never bothered to explain x2
I memorized your verses
And I'm still waiting for the refrain
Don't say I never loved you
I never loved nobody else
Don't you dare say I never loved you
I never loved nobody else
You might be mad that I convinced you
And I'm sorry I couldn't convince myself - Track Name: Sometimes
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I was born a year ago in China
And I died on the fourth of July
I brought joy to the boys
When i made the girls cry
And I dont look like a bottle rocket
But sure feel like one sometimes
When I call my sister in Bombay
I know its a conferance call with the CIA
They say they have the right
Because I pray five times a day
And I dont look like a typical terror
But I sure feel like one sometimes
I climbed mountains to escape the flood
And I spent summers surrounded by fire and blood
Just to be crushed in a hole in a maze of mud
And I dont look like the ants you step on
But I sure feel like one sometimes
I was the Roundup cowboy in the city rose garden
I was Jesse James but a bit more modern
I charm the elderly and I help
The cops hearts harden
And I dont look like a local kid criminal
But I sure feel like one sometimes - Track Name: Midnight
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I will cleanse my home
I gonna scrub my soul
I'm done being on trial
I left my heart in the courthouse
And I'm gonna burn it all down
You must have heard the rattle in my words
Maybe I was the ripple in your tea
And you couldn't give anymore, you'd given up on me
You put your faith in the birds because they know when to leave
I will draw the hottest bath of bleach and gasoline
And hope that my thoughts of you drown before I do
And I hope that my thoughts of you drown before I do
And by midnight
I will murder
Every memory of you
I dare those skinny detectives and all their accesories
to interrogate my imagination, to question my memories
I will shred your letters in oncoming traffic
I will bury your bracelets below metal detectors
I will draw the hottest bath of bleach and gasoline
And hope that my thoughts of you drown before I do
And I hope that my thoughts of you drown before I do
And by midnight
I will murder
Every memory of you
And I will cleanse my home - Track Name: Lonely Flagpole Refrain
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When I become tired of trying to tie a knot in my frozen shoelace
And my mind feels like nothing but empty attic space
When I try to write the letters that rage inside my head
But I can't finish a single sentence 'cause I keep breaking the pencil lead
When I stand under statues as the bend from the weight on their soul
And the clergy is weak with disbelief but they break bread even though they are full
And the bankers contend that they cannot lend a dollar or even a hand
And dusk is a constant companion to those who believe they are damned
I go searching through the parking lot for a license plate on a van
The license plate identifies the car and the car identifies the man
I travel till I tired then I sit down on someone else's step
I watch the flicker through the window from their strobe light TV set
When winter wails for silence I am a lonely flagpole refrain
But I can't respond or walk away 'cause I'm frozen to my name
Sometimes I ride a freight train until it runs out of rail
Sometimes I just lay down in front of it 'cause it's one thing that will not fail
Life is just one big hurdle
There is no choice at all
And inspite of what any capitolist says
It always ends in a fall
A fall into love or a fall into loss
Eventually it's all the same thing
And those who do not accept this
Are the one's who do the blaming
But falling ain't that bad
It's relative and guarenteed
That most of your time will be spent doing
Some form of traveling
Well I truly believe everything is eventual
And someday I hope my mind and my heart will become consensual
And until then there are only two things that I know
That I'll leave this place for an unknown reason
And that it was all just luck
I never had any control
