Trench Digging During Peacetime

by Left-Handed 2nd Baseman

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1.
Well me and my friends, we ain’t growing up This is what we know and what we know we love We’re gonna keep dancing, we’re gonna keep singing Keep hoping and wishing the morning dont come Because we all seen pain, and yet we all remain Standing tall with the beer in our blood in our veins And me and my boys, and me and my girls Are the ones that welcome the sun into a cold dark world So if I seem tipsy, off Tennesee whiskey It’s 'cause aged oak barrel are the sweetest words to me Never stop living, and never stop giving Back to those nights that gave you your name Repeat Chorus I’ve got em singing never grow up, never grow old Keep drinking and singing that devil away from your soul I’ve got em singing never grow up, never grow old Keep drinking and singing that devil away from your soul never grow up, never grow old Keep drinking and singing that devil away from your soul
2.
I had something to tell you Must have been something you said I sang a song to myself But I could see you smiling inside of my head I stayed up all night Just thinking of something to say Oh my true love is a hurricane, My mind is a container ship caught in the way And now you’ve got me digging trenches during peacetime Down in a hole fighting my old demons again But I’ll dig these trenches during peacetime Like I’m fighting for my only friend the tailor stitches my only suit with patterns pulled from parachutes but I wont float safely down I’m a bend in a stream, I’m a friend to a fiend the extended scenes of the American dream A head held high yet full of doubt Repeat Chorus And I never know what I'm about to do I've got my head in the clouds, so I'll keep an eye out for you I’ve seen you come and go like the wind and snow and rain But it's all good I know there’s no such thing as a place to stay Repeat Chorus
3.
here we go again with the doubt you were flooded with gratitude then came the drought you thought that you had it together this time you thought that you had it together this time but rest easy because nobody does it's a twisted road, the melodies are overdubbed it's easier said then done, to say all you need is love so keep your head up and know that you're enough you’ll be okay, maybe not today maybe its the memories maybe its the shame maybe its the love the hurt or just the pain but remember hearts get broken a river got to change go out with your friends but the drunk is just a fog the city lights wont let you hide, the subways just a slog you thought you had it together this time you thought that you had it together this time but rest easy because nobody does the heart doesn’t beat it wrestles and it shoves the same heart that pumps the hurt and hope thru your blood will pull itself up like a boot in the mud Repeat Chorus
4.
Don't you burn down Kelly's, Don't you burn down like I did/ All of those nights as I sat 'neath your lights and a Tom Collins ran thru my head And don't blame yourself for my ID/ honestly it kinda looked like me/ so I'd sit out the cold at nineteen years old in the only place I knew how to be I became a senior in my sophomore year/ cheap liquor took the place of warm beer/ and some nights we'd go across the street at 1:30 but mostly we'd just stay there And the signatures scrawled up the wall Told the stories that escape us all We carved our name in a booth, you me and the crew but our love didn't die in those flames And I remember after the first gig I ever played you turned off your lights but you stayed open late you knew rebels like us you could trust to lock up after all we all protect our home Repeat Chorus The drinks are supposed to burn not the bar The drinks are supposed to burn not the bar Thanks for the memories and thanks for your heart The drinks are supposed to burn not the bar And thanks for helping me make it this far the drinks are supposed to burn not the bar
5.
I rode a raft from Illinois all the way to Delacroix there i spent a night in jail, where I was told a tale of a holy grail So I figured Id make that my next move first man in my crew was Billy Reed his pops told him about the grail and he told me he said it was near the border north of all the Aztec slaughter buried where the dirt bled darkest red And I can never get along with anybody for too long because they dont hear a word I say but want me to say it anyway Oh I know that it's a lonely road But it's the only one that takes you home keep on headin west i say! i know we’ll make the coast any day i heard it’s beautiful this time of year and you can forget the crimes that drove you there for that last little stretch before they catch back up to you but one day Billy Reed said he didnt believe he'd been forty days in the desert and he's looking for sleep i told him no worries im in no hurry, some things best stay buried and me anyway im just looking for me Chorus so me i keep heading out some days im headed west at nights I'm south but one day i hit the coast, kiss the sand and strip my clothes, I will be finally free and yet alone Repeat chorus
6.
Like a moth to a flame i got lost in the pain Iook a walk through my brain but all the walls looked the same One standard deviation from myself I thought I had lost it, I couldn’t really take it There were pictures on my pages and attics in my basement We're sitting on a satellite orbiting a fire Free to move around while walking on a wire Repeat chorus East went West in a carnival dress Bring out the circus, start pitching tents East Went West, overlooking the edge Moonbeams in her breath, moonbeams in her breath Repeat chorus Basketballs on blacktop, black for the backdrop haves for the have-nots, Carnegies in ascots, JFK Ask Not, astronauts last stops, it's all in the game and it came to the last shot we are floating through the sky we don't have to drop they can kick it on the ground we are astronauts we are hanging from a shoe string, dangling off a moon beam anything can happen, Oklahoma's got a hoops team Repeat Chorus
7.
I think I wrote a song for you today it came about in such a funny way I think I wrote a song for you today I was staring out the blinds when you wandered through my mind and the words began to rhyme and I think I wrote a song for you today I think I found the words I tried to say I've got em written down on napkins in my mind I think I found the words I tried to say I was feeling pretty low didn't think that I could grow but then those words began to flow and I think I found the words I tried to say I think I found a place beyond these walls Built a fire in a cave beneath an ancient waterfall I think I found a place beyond these walls Just a day hike from here I got a backpack, raft and gear I know we can make it out of here I think I found a place beyond these walls I think I wrote a song for you today it came about in such a funny way I think I wrote a song for you today I was staring out the blinds when you wandered through my mind and the words began to rhyme and I think I wrote a song for you today
8.
03:38
I ran into blue skies, I ran into greys I hit lots of long fly balls, ran into Willie Mays I got a gut that I believe and sometimes my heart plays crazy hands ( I owe a couple dollars, I owe a couple more I had to buy my soul back from the man I was before But I've made even with every eye I've ever met Cause I'm just me The flaws come for free Cant we agree to disagree So you can keep on loving me Because girl I'll make you shine You'll be always on my mind Even when I'm lost in rhyme Or my love gets fucked up sometimes I've spent many an hour in quiet contemplation I've loved and lost but it sure ain't much compensation, Baby, what am I supposed to do with all this love? I've been broken down, I've been beaten up I've swallowed blood while people screamed I've seen enough And I can hear the rhythm section, but I sure as hell don't hear no bell Repeat chorus
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about

LH2B is the creation singer/songwriter/producer Fran Broderick. Fusing diverse influences ranging from alt-folk to soul to synthpop, the result is stirring anthems and tender ballads, anchored by Broderick’s captivating lyrics. Rochester CITY Newspaper’s Frank DeBlase describes the music as a “joyous noise,” and writes, “you’re definitely going to want to get know the man and his work as Left-Handed 2nd Baseman...this is where he shines. His words are gold.” His latest album, 2018’s Trench Digging During Peacetime, was nominated for Best Local Album of 2018 in CITY Newspaper, and the album’s title track is in regular rotation on college radio (WITR), and NPR (WRUR). Having shared the stage with famed jam and folks acts like Max Creek, Ryan Montbleau, Ekoostik Hookah, and DJ Logic, and playing venues throughout Western New York, Manhattan and Brooklyn, Broderick is a seasoned performer constantly expanding his soundscape with styles ranging from Dylan and Springsteen to synth acts like Future Islands and Chvrches. He is probably listening to John Prine right now.

credits

released January 25, 2018

All songs written and produced by Fran Broderick (Left-Handed 2nd Baseman)
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Matthew Ramerman at The Green Room
Tracks 4 and 7 engineered by Brendan Simms
Additional engineering: Fran Broderick and Sam Snyder

All songs copyright Fran Broderick 2018.

Album artwork by Matt J. Carbone


Album personnel

Fran Broderick - vocals, rhythm guitars, lead guitar (track 3), synthesizer (3 and 6), accordion, piano (4 and 7), drum machines (3 and 9)
Greg Detwiler - drums
Dan Carter - bass
Shane Kelsen - piano, organ, Rhodes piano
Brendan Simms - trombone, acoustic guitar, backing vocals (4 and 7)
Ben Rossi - synthesizer (6), backing vocals (4)
Trevor Holly - lead guitar (1, 4, 8)
Matthew Ramerman - shaker, tambourine, drum machine (6)
Rita Harris Proctor - backing vocals (1 and 3)
Zac Lijewski - viola
Stephen Burke - standup bass (4)
Dan Merkey - saxophone
Justin Lloyd - trumpet
Hobbes - dog bark

Special thanks to everyone involved in making this happen. Y’all know who you are.

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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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