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Fabrication

by Ben Ballinger

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    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.
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Astoria 04:13
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Lines 04:22
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
3.
Rise and Run 04:37
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4.
Sometimes 04:58
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
5.
Chisel 03:11
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
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Miss Morgan 03:43
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Lovers Ledge 03:43
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Midnight 04:01
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
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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

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“Dylan-esque lyrical phrasing” - Paul Carrubba Austin Monthly

“A profound empathy within the lyrics” - Laurie Gallardo KUT Radio

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released May 8, 2011

Produced by Sebastian Rogers
Engineered By Ian Watts
Recorded at The Magic Closet, Portland, Oregon

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Ben Ballinger Austin, Texas

Ben Ballinger makes roots music with an uncommon emotional depth and songwriting mastery. A balladeer in the truest sense, Ballinger is a craftsman, building fine-tuned melodies out of roughhewn passions. After digging deep into the Austin, Texas scene for the past few years, Ballinger stands out among the pack of would-be Country soulmen with an undeniably genuine, and original delivery. ... more

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