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This is the beginning.


released July 16, 2013

All songs © The Anatomy of Frank 2013.


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The Anatomy of Frank Charlottesville, Virginia

The Anatomy of Frank will record an album on every continent on earth. Europe is next. "The Anatomy of Frank blend the complexity of post-rock with the immediate likability of pop-rock to create music that will get stuck in your head without ever driving you crazy." - Pretty Much Amazing ... more

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Track Name: Saturday Morning
If I could bend you with my powers
I’d make you fall asleep for hours
I’d count the breaths that you were breathing
And try to limit myself to that many reasons

Why I’d stay up till five in the morning
Hoping you would kiss me without warning
Why I was broken when you left me
Not even an hour after you met me

You’re impossible, you know
I can’t get it through my head

There’s someone singing in my shower
Let’s stay awake another hour
The morning makes you look so tired
The sunlight wakes you through your eyelids

So come and build yourself a stigma
I’ll do my best to remain an enigma
If the mystery makes me more appealing
I won’t lay claim to the feeling

That we should make some terrible decisions
Before we can predict our own revisions

You’re such a charismatic limit
To my free time
But this is why
I’ll let it slide for you
Is it not obvious that nothing would be better
Than writing you a letter to say

You are a genuine sensation
And I can’t escape infatuation
And if you choose to abuse it
At least I’ll write some pretty music

You are beautiful, you know
How did this happen to me
Track Name: Mogwai Stole my Chord Progression
Don’t call me a friend, that’s a cruel demotion
There are other fish swimming in your ocean
I think I’d prefer to be a ghost

When we moved on, only I moved on
You still thought about us after I was gone
I'll claw my way out of this house

I could strain some art out of this
But there are just too many lines here to sever
I gave up on flogging my back
But there’s a lot of room between not now and never
And I think I might just like this one better

Darling, you are happy, but I liked it more when
The thought of me made you lonely every morning
I'll claw my way out of this

Mogwai stole my chord progression
And left me only trite expressions
Track Name: Bill Murray
Darling, did you hear the news?
It’s a landslide, a landslide

We’ve stumbled into dangerous lands
And it’s goodbye, and goodnight for us

They keep their opinions
Circling like caged birds, but we

Laid down and pretended
They were crazy, crazy

It has been a while since we’ve been understood
It feels so good to push
Then why are you teething?
My lips are bleeding
I could build you palindromes of
Palindromic repetition
If you want to eat me
Then maybe you need me

I know it’s a risky game
for our mothers to live with

But I’d play for a thousand years
Just to lose it, I’d choose it

Without this, you wouldn’t know me
There is joy in being lonely
Everyone is coming out to see
Who we are and what we have become
Don’t pretend that you are here for the fair food
I can see that ashy smile decaying from your lips
You only know how to dance
When I control your hips
Track Name: Hey SATAN! (I know where you live)
I didn’t think I’d ever see a shop window
That wasn’t soon advertising to rent the space
Is there a single person on this council who is older than their money?
Or would please let someone circumcise this place?

There’s dollars to be made down at the Speedway
Or convincing parents they should pay for school
Or dealing hard powder to the trailer trash on 220
And assuring them that God will smite the fools

If you want to play golf on the weekends
And mutter that the green used to be thick
The ticket to the high life in the bottom of a top-heavy Virginia
Is fixing all the people who are sick

When we drink, it’ll be in our parents’ basements
While mom and dad yell upstairs at CNN
When you grew up with Jesus outtaxing the city
The only thing that’s there to do is sin
And send the linings of our stomachs to the sewers once again
Track Name: With Friends like Me
Off in our own circles we are spinning away
Nothing can stop us now
You never were the one to take initiative
I guess neither was I

Sometimes our lives just don't seem to stop
Breathe in, breathe out
Somewhere between the breaths you disappeared
It doesn't mean I drew a line

Now days I don't think about you at all
I'm sure it's the same with you
There's hardly room in your life anyways
No time to start things anew

With friends like me who needs strangers?

In ten years I might not even remember your name
Though it's nice to think that everything mattered
So here's a song to our amity
In all its spotless tatters
Track Name: Blurry (Part i), like Headlights through Eyelashes
The dawn and the evening
Pull together like a vice
Shortening my day to a dull forest fire on the horizon
Shortening my curfew to a moment
When there’s nothing left of you but an aroma

Three feet of snow
And four weeks of shows to go
Cities made of solitude blinking at me from the skyline
Blinking like an iris in the evening
When I’m sleepy and the road sounds like your breathing

Pharmacies flicker
in a bruised purple nighttime
Headlights drift like lanterns through kaleidoscopes between my eyelids
Retracing places where I used to kiss you
Makes it that much easier to miss you

Another southern town
Seven down and seven more to go
Will we reunite with you wanting me or nothing of me
Darling, just the way I talk about you
Hastens my ability to doubt you

I have never missed anybody
I knew I wouldn’t see again
And do you think I’d ever let this happen
If I thought I could only be your friend

I don’t know you
I know you
I know you
I just never know what you are gonna say

I don’t know you
I know you
I know you
I just never know what you are gonna say
Track Name: Blurry (Part ii), like Cobblestone Light Networks
The moonlight scatters off
The cumulous mountaintops
To radiate back into space
Lightly reflected
White and rejected

I’m left floundering
I’m left floundering

The moonlight lands in Paris
And trickles down the street
Flows between cobblestones
A patchwork mosaic
Filthy and archaic

I’m left collapsing
I’m left collapsing
Track Name: Blurry (Part iii), like Insects Drowning in Puddles
There’s venom in my teeth
And phantoms in my veins
But I’m too self-absorbed
To make good on these claims

There’s headlines in my eyes
And buzzing in my brain
That slow my heartbeat
And make me so mundane
Track Name: Dirge (for Matt)
Even as we fall apart
We reconstruct your face
Laughing at the way you looked
And whispering your name

Think of all the ugly people
Hiding in their rooms
Either they were beautiful
Or we are ugly too

Even as the mothers cry
Their children run around
Leaving all their smeared mascara
Trampled to the ground

I know you and I’m not satisfied

The preacher says to us
That you will rise again
That we will see you smile at us
And touch unbroken skin

He disregards the hopeless souls
And comforts those who pray
Who sit with the children
Thinking they’ll see you someday

Even as we whisper prayers
We’re shedding our insanity in layers

I know you and I’m not satisfied
I feel small and have no place to hide

So fearlessly we flaunt our facelifts
We wear our shackles like designer bracelets
We fill our lungs with indiscretion
And blow hot breath over a chord progression
You were so inspired
How can I be so tired

The man from the asylum
On the dirty side of town
Writes sonatas while you sleep
And throws your name around
Track Name: The Death of a Fly
You are so predictable, my pretty little idiot
I can read your mind, it consists of 3-letter words
Except for “um” with fifteen m’s behind it
That’s more than three
That’s easy to see

Can you count? Hey, that’s good for you
If so, would you mind conducting a tally of the
Hours I have wasted waiting for your time of day
You can count by tens
You can use both hands

I wish you could kill me
I wish you were not so pretty
I wish you were acting
So I wouldn’t have to blame myself

I’m so proud of you for remembering not to call
Track Name: Postlude for Reykjavík
I could be your wrecking ball
and tear down every wall that seemed to thwart you
and I know I´m not tough
but I would fuck the fucker up who try to hurt you

We could sail to Neverland
and rent a flat for 1300 Euros
or I could drive you up the coast
to an apartment in your favorite of the burroughs

I could go to Iceland,
but I´d make new friends and only talk about you
and I know I´m a mess
but I would be an even bigger mess without you

And when I die, I hope my name fades with my ashes
and all that remains is a brief revival of mustaches
and one contagious smile from when you said something witty
that to this day spreads through the faces of this city

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