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big fanna life tho. might sticka round.

by Kyle Keller

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milliescarbatteryreviews Delightfully intimate stories and characters packed with personality. Consistently getting chills from the QIATC climax "But Jimmy's voice is louder, it fills the room, it towers" Favorite track: Quarters in a Tin Can.
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jimbo.town big fanna this album. might listen more. Favorite track: The Driving Song.
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1.
Remember All That? 01:14
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Quarters in a Tin Can 05:09
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Quarters in a Tin Can by Kyle Keller You try to hide, but Jimmy’s back He throws his Bible, turns to Mack And says, “I’ll rip his face off” As you squeeze under the bed His head turns, his face beet red Thank the Lord he missed you Mack says, “Jimmy, calm down, guy “You know Ronnie’s super shy “Couldn’t have been on purpose” “Accident, mistake my ass!” Jimmy screams as thunder claps Underlining his statement You don’t quite know why The rain sounds like quarters in a tin can You don’t quite know why Storms form You watch his sneakers stomp around If time just stopped and then rewound You could fix this whole mess When he turns his back You’re gonna jump right out and run And as you run you’ll say Sorry, y’all, but I like my face intact I can’t stay, and I’m sure I will never be back You don’t quite know why The rain sounds like quarters in a tin can You don’t quite know why The Earth spins Imagined confidence aside You’re trying real hard not to cry And your hands are shaking You’re not that hot and not that brave There is no world for you to save The whole camp just hates you Jimmy says, “I should’ve known-” And Mack says, “This is overblown-” But Jimmy’s voice is louder It fills the room, it towers “I should’ve known he’d pull a stunt “I had him picked out from day one “I saw him look at Brian’s boner “He’s such a fruit, he’s such a loner” The rain it pours into the lake The lake it creeps up on the grass And each and every passing day Just seems to make you more insane And when the lake reaches the door Sir, you won’t take a second more Out the door, into the open Your spirit’s died, your spirit’s broken It’s broken But you’re OK You’re O… You don’t quite know why The rain sounds like quarters in a tin can
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Ballad of the Recent College Graduate 04:28
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Ballad of the Recent College Graduate by Kyle Keller Dear my friend, I’m doing OK Found a reasonable place to stay The memo pad on which I write Is cut in places by a flickering light Post-Wisconsin, I had nothing to lose ‘Cept a useless degree and a bottle of booze And look, barely a month’s gone by The bottle’s empty, but the ink ain’t dry And though I don’t know you Maybe you know me Is a helping hand too much to ask? The only thing I’ve got is a degree The only thing I’ve got is a degree Dear my friend, job hunt’s gone dry I can’t afford the stuff I need to buy One more month, and I’ll be on the streets And maybe, I’ll die Never been so close to breaking down Every breath tells me I’m going to drown And if the Lord ignores my pleas You’ll know where to find me And though I don’t know you Maybe you know me Is a helping hand too much to ask? The only thing I’ve got is a degree The only thing I’ve got is a degree Dear my friend, I found some work English major-turned-grocery clerk And even though you haven’t written back, I was taut, and you gave me slack Dear my friend, do you remember when We swam out farther than we’d ever been? I was nervous, I thought we’d die But you stayed silent, and I didn’t know why Soon, I knew that we would be alright
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The Lovelorn Laborer 04:04
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The Lovelorn Laborer by Kyle Keller I know not who I am Noggin’s not worth a damn But one thing’s for sure I need not know more I know I’m not your man Born to a penniless banker Sent me to toil on a tanker Suitably scarred I made to depart He said he’d miss me, the wanker I was right off on my ass Fogged up my lungs blowing glass I thought I’d die By age thirty-five Then I saw the bossman’s lass Love, you Dragged up my anchor, I float Sailor-less and rudderless Nothing in the cabin and no flag to hoist Please someone save me from this Nothingness Pretty, but not quite a picture Rowdy, but I knew I could fix her A quick pink smile You could see for a while We talked, and one day I kissed her The next day you pulled me aside You said it meant nothing, that you lied The boss joined us there There was fire in his stare He spoke while you ran off to hide “You fancy yourself a romancer “You’re fired. That was your last chance, sir” Now every day I sit In the grime and shit Pleading for a coin and an answer Love, you Dragged up my anchor, I float Sailor-less and rudderless Nothing in the cabin and no flag to hoist Please someone save me from this Nothingness Please someone save me Sit yourself down Let me tell you a story about a young worker He sold himself Off to a girl cuz he thought he could keep her Now he has no work He’s a flickering candle that burns without purpose The lights from the bay Or the ones that shine brightly When you look at them close They almost look slightly Like a frozen white face With a quick pink smile And an elegant gaze I know not who I am
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Time Off 03:16
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Time Off by Kyle Keller Working a job Is a funny way of living At your command Is a tricky way of being The mountains preach And it’s reaching me here in the city Rain-soaked leaves sing And I can’t believe that you’re not listening But you know the sermon You know every line And the way you treat it It ain’t worth a dime So load up the Crosstrek Bring your backpack and wine Come join me Oh, can I ask for two more days off this time? I ask for my health I ask for my mind I ask for rippin’ trails Splitting the forest wide I ask cuz I’m pining For a world so wide I ask cuz this planet It robs me of pride I understand Maybe another time
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The Driving Song 05:25
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The Driving Song by Kyle Keller I was born in an eighteen-wheeler Speeding down the carpool lane I was told that we were driving through the desert, but I always imagined rain We didn’t stop until I turned eighteen When the engine coughed and gave My mother tossed the keys into my hand and said, “Son, “You’re on your own now, so behave” I am a driver, born and raised Giddy up on a Sunday mo-o-o-ornin’ Maybe one day I will die between these checkered lanes, but Maybe one day I’ll slow do-o-o-own Pretty soon I had some rascals of my own And a truck that wouldn’t quit It seemed the driving life was better than I’d ever foreseen I would not grow weary of it One day, I met a drifter at a rest stop Tryin’ to get to Santa Fe I asked him, “Son, how would you like a ride in my truck?” He said, “No sir, that’s okay” I asked him, “Do you have a ride a’waitin’ somewhere “Who’ll take you where you please?” He said “No-o-o-o-o “I’m usin’ my two feet” And as I watched him ramble down the highway I put my head into my hands It was clear to me that I had blasted through Life’s short dance I am a driver, born and raised Giddy up on a Sunday mo-o-o-ornin’ Maybe one day I will die between these checkered lanes, but Maybe one day I’ll slow down Maybe one day I’ll slow do-o-o-own I cannot drive the lonesome valley I will walk it by myself Suppose this song’s about my folly And I drive Cuz I’ve been blind to everything else
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Rainfall (NRA Reprise Reprise) 01:14
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The title is a homage to "NRA Reprise" by Kurt Vile from the album It's a Big World Out There (And I Am Scared).
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Eulogy 08:41
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Eulogy by Kyle Keller Bright red candy, wrapped in gold I drop my mother’s hand to hold Casket sinks like a strawberry créme For the animals My shoes mash up the sobbing grass Raindrops stain my too-tight pants Red eyes, pink faces, grey clouds “How much longer?” I ask Dad says, “Oh, God,” and he starts to cry I’m so stunned that I don’t ask why I brush off my new black suit My eyes are dry The pastor raises his wrinkled hands Tells the crowd what God demands Three old heads nod in assent, but I am seven and innocent Voicing the wrinkles that waft from the walls I awake as my daughter calls Funeral, eulogy, three P.M. The final curtain falls I put on my old black suit To watch another friend take root I’ve got so much to say, but I always Say it wrong Take my hand Sit here a while I can help you understand Why it’s all worthwhile It’s all different now Yet exactly the same One more funeral One more day The pastor raises his wrinkled hands Tells the crowd what God demands Three old heads nod in assent, and I am one of them

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big fanna life tho. might sticka round. is a semi-concept album that traces its way from youth to old age in vignettes. Taken in its entirety, the album seeks closure -- on crisis, love, work, age -- but, every time it gets close, the answers to its every question fade like distant mountains in the rearview mirror.

Released during the global pandemic.

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released May 5, 2020

Written, performed, and mixed by Kyle Keller.

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A kid making story songs out of his 2003 Toyota Camry.

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