Eudaimonia

by Left-Handed 2nd Baseman

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1.
(Broderick) Relax, play doo wop, I'll drive these empty streets By this time tomorrow we'll be dancing in the trees With backpockets full of memories we'll never review an empty dinner table in a place I never knew there’s only so many avenues and so much dirt below i’m always singing sad songs they’re the only ones I know I could have been a rock, I could have been a stone Coulda been a contender I just didn’t need a throne It’s like they say in the end, it happens over and over again when you sing a song for a friend you sing it over and over again I woke up in America and stumbled to my feet like the last ones at a party we searched for a place to sleep i never saw the bodies I never saw the blood i only say the eyeballs looking out across the flood i sang a song of sorrow, of primordial design i stood above the ruins of the cities and the shrines what good is a kingdom if ain’t nobody in it? and I’ll always believe you even if no one see ya did it Repeat Chorus
2.
(Broderick) Yippe Kai Yea it’s a bird it’s a plane are we going insane no I think that we’ll make it Yippee Kai Yay it’s a bird it’s a plane are we going insane no I just think that were naked I walked her home,I walked her home A city to ourselves we walked alone I think I found something x 2 C’mon and lets rage, jailbreak a birdcage start dancin on stage like our bodies just caught fire Let em call the cops ya know it’s all for not theres another DJ playing in the parking lot You know they aint got nothing x 2 Yippee Kai Yay it’s a bird it’s a plane are we going insane no we’re dancing on a table Yippee Kai Yay it’s a bird it’s a plane are we going insane no but I think that we’re able I grabbed her hand I grabbed her hand Didn’t say a word just started to dance I think I found something x 2
3.
(Broderick) Here we go with the fanfare and the noise, you gotta let the whole world know that you're better off than your boys You're trying to build a house by yelling at the tools I'm sorry God didn't make you cool You've got the job, two car garage, gym membership money and time to spend, no one to spend it with chalk it up to kids can be so cruel I'm sorry God didn't make you cool Your voice is loud, positions proud yet uninformed you speak of sacrifice you speak of love and war but what's the use of followers, if they're fools I'm sorry God didn't make you cool The playgrounds change, the bullies don't They just grow up and pay for friends to laugh at all their jokes but the only tragedy is playing by the rules I'm sorry God didn't make you cool
4.
If you woke up howlin at the moon or slept drunk through the afternoon or if you leave this world to soon Let those hours turn to days Let those flowers start to fade This beach I built was for your waves I will love you just the same, just the same We’ll lose our hair we’ll lose our minds We’ll come unwound but we’ll rewind you'll hurt me so bad i'll wake up on the floor but having fun aint slipping up moving on aint giving up you say youve never been in love before but I will love you just the same, just the same I guess I ran out of reasons to pretend I'm not in love with you Don't worry about where that river bends, darling I don't have a clue
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01:34
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(Broderick) Standing at the craps table throwin frozen dice/ mingling with debutantes and social types/ beneath the long pale glare of the smoky lights/ but every time he tried to walk away or stand off/ that’s when they would say let the man talk/ he couldn’t breathe and he felt like a greeter/ theyd say Id like you to meet him and id like you to meet her/ they were all wearing the same vapid demeanor/ laughing bout the future sayin who’ll need us?/ and he’d laugh even though it aint funny/ they say when you gonna settle down and make some money/ find a nice girl pretty and well studied/ he said one day I’m gonna find my honey/ but I’m a night man like I’m always Sunny/ and these birds don’t phase me they call me Sully But then she walked across the room/ trailed by the afternoon/ he thought he’d gone crazy Maybe it’s the way he was catchin his breath/ or the way her body moved through the hem of her dress, he’d found his baby Stolen glances slow romancing a whole lotta talking but there aint no dancing/ her life had been planned in Manhattan mansions/ winters in Aspen, summer in the Hamptons/ but he was from the backstreets/ out beyond the taxis/ looking at a Daisy but feeling like a Gatsby/ he said ill be honest/ I don’t gotta a lotta dollars/ but I promise that for you my shoes will always be polished/ And Yea I went to college but I aint graduate with honors/ id just skip class kick back and chill in my pajamas/ but she talked of tel aviv and renewable energy/ and how she’d played the piano that paul used on let it be/ looked kinda like a young Jackie kennedy/ the type of face that just stay embedded in your memory/ said she’d studied abroad and helped refugees/ said shed studied law but that music was her specialty shed say how can you not care/ hed say because lifes not fair/ shed say get off your high horse/ hed say get off your high chair She took a deep breath and batted her eyelash/ looked away quickly to hide her shy laugh/ suddenly he felt like he was back on the right path/ like listening to a verse back like 'damn did I write that?'/wondered he wrote her if she would write back/ that loving feeling started hitting him like a spiked bat/ just like that his jaw and the beat dropped/ it was like he could see God up in a tree top/ writing a classic yea her lyrics were Reeboks/ and the honey in her voice was always hitting the sweet spot/ til the late night arguments and holes in the sheetrock/ the liquor and the pills and the drives and the bebop/ lights flicker while he'd whisper to rye liquor/ about the old times how he wished he could die quicker/ because the way things end aint the way they begin/ people are people and people don't make sense But then she walked across the room/ trailed by the afternoon/ he thought he’d gone crazy Maybe it’s the way he was catchin his breath/ or the way her body moved through the hem of her dress, he’d found his baby
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03:06
(Broderick) As the ice storm held the building I felt around for a pair of pants woke up next to Sally, asked her if she wanted to dance but Sally never seen a sunset, Sally never felt the cold Sally never felt the unrest, Sally never rocked and rolled and as the sun began to break through, like cops kicking in the door Sally would curl against the wall and whisper “there must be something more” Sadly Sally, you are mistaken/ the world is waiting/ for you to come downstairs She was consumed by vague paranoia, schizophrenic John Birch blues/ she said she don’t read the news no more, cause they don’t print no good news/ but only a fool think if they close their eyes that it’s the same as if they sleep/ I told her I don’t know where I’m going all I know is you’re a one way street Sadly Sally, you are mistaken/ the world is waiting/ for you to come downstairs The world is waiting (Sally we’re waiting) x4
8.
04:11
60 on the back nine, yea you threw it all away a totem pole of Southern soul you stare at everyday A deck of cards reflects the stars, and you know the best part, of not knowing where you’re going is not knowing where you’re getting off That’s why I’m tip-toeing through eternity with a bottle of spray paint, so I can tag my name on those stars and watch it fade away I feel great today, cause I know this isn’t it So you meet Suzie Q in a room with a view, and she ain’t got a clue that you do what you do, cause you’re worried the truth, she won’t approve, and the snake in you’s confused cause she’s some kind of flute Well we all play the game, we’re all one in the same, a bunch of bums on a train, headed for the slums of our brains, numb from the pain of thinking “this aint it” but if you fall before you reach the stage if your future stalls, or your plans misbehave send a signal out along the last airwave and I will sing this song to you You don't know what you don't know you're the ocean, not the boat your bloodflow is the undertow the moon will move you to and fro all you need to know is where you want to be but when all you feel is her touch the orchestra erupts and though you don't know much you think you know enough about where you wanna, where you wanna be
9.
(Broderick) Everyones a kid til the money runs out, shit hits the fan and the guns come out/ some sit around waitin for the sun to come out/ drownin in delusion til the summer runs out/ flames flicker out from patio candelas/ buried kites beneath the boardwalk with the broke sand dwellers/ the sadly shrinking shadows of the Martins and the Mandelas/ but there’s a secret they got that they can’t tell us/ nights eating licorice and whispering gibberish to apolitical dissidents proud of their ignorance/ running in ripped socks and broken flip flops/ trying to keep time with a broken wrist watch/ overreacting to an empty audience/ an empty tip jar beneath an old accordion/ on an empty street, the last auditorium they cut down that last tree in the forest We build a boat from the branches leave the rest for the florist baby don't you know why they never caught us because we sang a chorus that nobody taught us The sun shown, me running alone into the unknown/ with silly school girls trying to tell me to come home/ reading me love poems like it’ll make a difference/ a fate ain’t wisdom/ I can see straight through prisms/ I’d lie and watch a fountain drop from the Cliffside of a mountaintop, I listen for the sounds and rocks/ until the suddenly the sound it stops. they cut down that last tree in the forest We build a boat from the branches leave the rest for the florist baby don't you know why they never caught us because we sang a chorus that nobody taught us
10.
05:48
(Broderick) 45 degrees from the fault line that divides my piece of the pie And I can read a book without trying Or bewilder the best minds alive But you cant read a book about power If you wont read a book about love You cant stamp out the flowers Cause you tower above Just cause you’ve got a roof doesn’t mean it aint raining I always put my stock in the sound I think it’s time to forget your training For your feet were meant to leave the ground Sticks in the sand where the plays got designed We were just executing a call And you still havent found why youre taking your time While they're writing our names in the flames on the walll A Kick to the system From a life before this one If ignorance is bliss Oh Hells just infinite wisdom Just because you’ve got a roof doesn’t mean it ain’t raining I always put my stock in the sound I think it’s time you forget your training For your feet were meant to leave the ground We we’re fugitives seeking asylum But we looked like shit from the storm And I could always keep quiet I just couldn’t keep warm Repeat Chorus

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released February 3, 2015

All songs Written, Engineered, Arranged and Produced by Fran Broderick

Mixed and Mastered by Brendan Simms

1. Over and Over Again (3:47)
2. Yippee Kai Yay featuring DJ Naps (3:05)
3. I'm Sorry God Didn't Make You Cool (3:41)
4. Just the Same (3:26)
5. Eudaimonia (1:35)
6. Across the Room (4:56)
7. Sadly Sally (3:07)
8. Not the Boat (4:11)
9. The Last Tree in the Forest (4:00)
10. The Roof (5:48)

Additional engineering: Brendan Simms; Danny Sheehan; Matt Blakely; Ben Rossi

Album Art Direction and Design: Matt Carbone
Additional design: Brian Simpson


LH2B is the creation of singer/songwriter/producer Fran Broderick (Friday In America; PilotSuits.). His debut album, Eudaimonia, pulls together his sprawling influences - Bob Dylan and John Prine ("Over and Over Again”; “I’m Sorry God Didn’t Make You Cool”), Biggie and Sam Cooke (“Across the Room”) and gritty soul and rock acts like The Velvet Underground (“Sadly Sally”) and Dr. Dog. Broderick wrote, engineered, arranged and produced each song, in the spirit of singer/songwriter-led productions from artists like The War on Drugs and Phosphorescent. The result is a mix of songs heavy on lyricism, haunting arrangements and memorable hooks, that seamlessly jump through genres.

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Left-Handed 2nd Baseman Rochester, New York

LH2B is the creation of singer/songwriter/producer Fran Broderick. Fusing diverse influences ranging from folk to soul to synthpop, the result is stirring anthems and tender ballads, anchored by Broderick’s captivating lyrics. Rochester CITY Newspaper describes the music as a “joyous noise,” and writes, “this is where Broderick shines. His words are gold.” He's probably listening to John Prine rn ... more

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