FULL ALBUM LYRICS AND LINER NOTES BELOW-A little background-In the 1960's my father sponsored and coached a semi-pro basketball team named"The Frandino Ruggers". This was prior to my birth; but I understand that they were quite successful and I recall dozens of trophies stored in closets around my house as a child in Whitehall, NY. This group of songs spans from the early 1990's to 2011. About ten years ago during a blistering round of golf at Skene Valley Country Club with my fellow"Renegades", Mike Plude and Bill Jones, I described how I wanted to record these songs by asking our many musician friends to come and play parts on the songs. In this way the project would be similar to the way that my father had many of his employees and"Ringers" from neighboring towns play on his basketball team.Since I live in Kingston, NY and the majority of musician friends I know are from the Glens Falls region (2 hours drive) this idea got no traction until I met Ken Lytle in July of 2011. Ken was getting serious about recording music and had a studio started in the kitchen of part of what used to be the Glen Lake Casino. A few weeks later I showed up with an acoustic guitar and began running guide tracks for the songs. I kept inviting a few people to come and add parts and for the first few sessions something always came up and nobody would show. I'm sure Ken didn't know what to think; but he stuck it out. Finally, one weekend in the fall I invited five or six different individuals and they ALL showed up! From that point we had steady business and held sessions in"The Kitchen", did a stint at Marc Fuller's Edie Road Recording Studio, and finished tracks at Ken's new place"Red Room Recording Studio" in Lake George, NY. We mixed the tracks at Ken's and Angus Wilson accepted the challenge of mastering the project.We ended up with 19 tracks consisting of performances from twenty-eight different person/instrument combinations.I'm very grateful to all of the fine musicians that shared their talent for this project. Ken and I hope that you had as much fun as we have!-)LYRICS AND CREDITS-The Frandino RuggersReturnAll songs written by Bill FrandinoProduced by Bill Frandino and Ken LytleEngineered by Ken Lytle at The Glen Lake Kitchen, The Red Room Recording Studio, and Edie Road Recording Studio (Thanks to Marc Fuller)Mastered by Angus Allen WilsonMartucciBill Frandino-vocals, guitarsTodd Haviland- BassMike Plude- DrumsAngus Wilson- synthesizerPhil Camp- acoustic guitarI remember my friend Joe Joe, Hey man, Say where have you gone? There's something with my that's going quite wrong. I need a little off the top to straighten out my mop today. You think you're big, you're cool. You drive around town in a puke green car choking cigarettes down. You don't think that we see you but there's something I've got to know. There's a sign here in the sun, says that you'll be back at one. Tell me Joe now where have you gone? Saint Valentine in one respect, but working on your innocence. Tell me Joe now where have you gone. I'll take a trim, a bizz, a faux-hawk a shave. I watched you drive it out on the tenth today. Not as far as a sprite, but as straight as a wise man's sight. You think you're cool, you're big. You drive around town in a slick Cadillac, you're knocking them down. You got it made in the shade. There's something I've got to say.DaydreamAlex Hyatt- vocalBob Smith- back vocal, electric guitar Bill Frandino- back vocal, acoustic guitar Garrett Beaty- bassMike Plude- Drums Taking a break, I won't stay too long. Resting my dizzy head so I won't be so strong. Watching the days run from year to years. I see faces up in the clouds, I'm gonna sleep out here. Sometimes I daydream about whiskey and walk the tracks with you. I've had my share of sweet wine, ocean breezes too. I've lived on bread and beer, strong will and salty tears, eaten the fruit and the rind. Walking down the tracks, I stop and think of you. Making my own way back, it ain't nothing new. BroadwayBill Frandino- guitars, vocalsTodd Haviland- bassMike Plude- drumsStep into the sunshine- let the screen door bang- and Henry's slapping his jaw with Joe the barber while Geno limps along with his cane. Bob, Jack, and Mike at the shop- No business at the Roma Tuesday- and there's Louise on the porch, and Ed pumping gas, and an elephant show at Jumbo's IGA. That lady is our angel- works the Silver Diner all day- and Tony is passing out whiskey, or whatever spirit gets you through your day.Left That KidBill Frandino- vocals, guitarsBob Smith- guitars Margaret LaBombard- bassTed Marcus- drums We left that kid behind, don't you worry about a thing. We left those kids behind, Don't you worry about everything? He'll always be there, you're special friend. She'll always be there till the end. Some fires burn hot some streams run cold. Would you have it any other way? Some friends are here and some are gone but they're with you each and every day.I Love You AllBob Smith- vocal, guitar Michelle Howland- back up vocalsKathi Brooks- back up vocalsBill Frandino- bass, acoustic guitar Angus Wilson synthesizer Mike Plude- drums Here we are all at once. I need you on and on. We the people standing on a stage adrift in pretty purple light, letting gravity decide our fate, I love you all. Here we stand arm and arm. I need you on and on. We the people dancing on a stage, part of darkness part of light, letting gravity decide our fate, I love you all. Initial RockBill Frandino- vocals, guitars, Fender RhodesTodd Haviland- bassDan Lafayette- drums Awkward steps of stone- a philosophy of fire and beer- How long since you've been there? Patiently its waited through all these years. You are the rock upon which I've built my search. Have you left your mark back at the start? Have you taken stock at initial rock? Peter, Paul, and Simon laid out on their backs soaking in the remainder of the summer's day. How far do the stars go? On and on forever the three men heard another say. Past Adam's school and straight on till morning- heed this warning well- hear the voices call- year after year tick tock tick tock, hear the voices talk at initial rock. Broken glass and stubborn weeds prevail, words that fade, thoughts on days gone by- love and life captured in stone. Here you're never alone.GatsbyKathi Brooks- vocalBob Smith- guitar Paul Rounds- bassMark Orlosky- keysMatt D'Ambrosio- drums I remember my old friend Gatsby, you can skip ahead in this song if you want to hear how it ends; but if you want to just sing along. Gatsby my friend has changed, exchanged the magic for a dime, oh Gatsby how could you hatch those plans on the fly? Excite our night with your sly smile? Keep us entertained? make us live? You dog you clown, Gatsby you've settled down. You tricked us for so long and now you're gone. Gatsby you're a hack- Gatsby get back to where you once belonged. I miss my old friend Gatsby, he visits now and then when the moon is full and the air is warm and the Cardinal is on the wing. Gatsby my friend has gone, he's met his end for a song; but the magic lives and the love still gives and I'm glad you came along.Nothing LeftAaron Boule- vocalKathi Brooks- back vocalsBill Frandino- guitars Todd Haviland- bassMark Orlosky- keysMike Plude- drums Mike and Zack Plude- percussionThere's nothing left now but the clothes on my back and a piece of mind yeah, the piece that you left. How can I break the spell I'm under? You're stealing my heart, my soul, my thunder. You're taking it all. There's nothing left now but the beat in my heart and crying cliche's of breaking apart. How can I find the words to tell you? You're twisting me up like tying your shoes. You're taking it all. There's nothing left now but a hole in my heart from Cupid's arrow way back at the start. Nothing left now but the breeze in the trees and a book of legends about birds and the bees.SupercoolBill Frandino- vocalPhil Camp- guitars Todd Haviland- bassDan Lafayette- drums I called you again but you're never, ever, home. You're mother was right, I should be leaving you alone. You said that you changed but you know you're still the same. You're so supercool, you're colder than Novocain. My role is the fool. I'm numb and I feel no pain. Cool is relative, I'm luke warm in comparison. I'm still making the grade but you said I'm embarrassing. You're alone in a shell like that part of an alkali. Next to you I've no class, I've no identity. How do you live with yourself? Sleep with your vanity? So cuddled up in your mind, tucked in like a snail, crawling 'round in your shell just-a-reading the mail. You're so high you're a gas, you're just like jumping Jill flash- carry on with your friends- bitter sweet to the end- closed-up to the world at 5 p.m.- have to wait till morning just to see you again. I think you were wrong, you say you were justified. You're still singing your song, still passing out the lies. So stuck on yourself you're like velcro in disguise.Up DownBill Frandino- vocal, acoustic guitar Bob Smith- electric guitar Steve Pearl- bassMark Orlosky- keysAngus Wilson- synthesizerMike Plude- drums How you been my good friend? Remember what we did? A string of silly moments, a couple crazy gigs. A ride into the sunset. See the pretty lights. Up, down, all around, up, down, all around, up down, all around, keep your head on straight, keep your feet on the ground. Up, down, all around, up, down, all around, up, down, all around, it'll all make sense when you get to the ground. Crack another bottle- spirits flowing on and on, here's to fruit and water, and a piece of time- so long. A bucket full of hours makes a sweeter wine. If you can't catch a break why you hanging around? Get your head on Jack, keep your feet on the ground. Stand In My ShoesSteve Pearl- vocal, bassBill Frandino- back vocal, Fender RhodesJohnny Clifford- guitars Someone's standing in my shoes. Someone's standing in my shoes- I'm still here. It took awhile before I figured it out; what everybody is screaming about- nothing true, nothing new. Some say I'm lazy, gotta suck it up, get back to school where the books are enough. Maybe you, but I've got some news. Why don't you stand in my shoes? Stand in my shoes and tell me what you think about them. I'm not crazy, maybe down on my game. I know a million people feeling the same. Walk a mile. Come for awhile. I'm not crazy, maybe down on my game. I know a million people feeling the same- stand in my shoes. Make 'em shine boy.Back In The NeighborhoodBill Frandino- vocals, guitars Todd Haviland- bassMark Orlosky- keysMike Plude- drums Mike and Zack Plude- percussionIt doesn't matter who you are, gotta show off for your friends. Drive a clean and fancy car, make it beautiful, magic till the end. Read and write and wear shoes. Add some letters to your name. Frequent clean and fancy bars, make it beautiful, tragic just the same. Well it's getting to the point where I don't know what to do, I'm jumping through the hoops and I see no sign of you. Are you on the road? On the phone? On your own searching for someone new? I'm starting to believe in everything that I see. The sunshine and the trees are real in spite of me- the sea and foam, blood and bone, sitting home waiting for you. Suddenly back in the neighborhood and you're feeling good but you don't know why. The next thing you know you're feeling fine- finally got the time to do what you like. Found a place to hide away where I can slowly drink the wine. No subtle bitter after taste just cold, clear, flowing time. Take me off this shelf. I can breath by myself. Room to room I recognize every day of my life. Summer fun and winters pass in nineteen blinks of an eye.In The MorningBill Frandino- vocal, guitars Aaron Boule- drums Is it gonna snow? Is it gonna rain? Is the sun gonna show his face today? Will the wind blow? Will the leaves stay? Am I gonna need a jacket today? I don't mind- have to wait and see in the morning. Same old lines- have to wait and see in the morning.I Can Take ItBill Frandino- vocals, guitars Todd Haviland- bassMike Plude- drums I'm all out of juice- hey, do you care? I'm up before the dawn, I work until the day is done. That bell don't mean a thing till you hear it ring. It's all been done before, that's why my life is such a bore; but I can find my own when I get back home. Sometimes life- it ain't good to me but I don't mind I can take it any way, bring it on I can lick you any day, talk it up I don't care what you say, I don't mind I can take it any way. Every week's another week, I find my body's growing weak- these days I'm feeling down; I'm walking underground. I live in deja vu, nothing's ever brand new- just when I think I'm at the end, I find I just begin.Gatsby's RepriseBill Frandino- vocal, guitars Margaret LaBombard- bassAngus Wilson- synthesizerTed Marcus- drums Hey babe, pick up the phone it's Gatsby. I'm back in town again. I see the moon is full and the air is warm and the Cardinal's on the wing. I hear that you think I've settled down; exchanged the magic for a dime? Well baby that's a shame I know I feel the same and I still hatch those plans on the fly. You think I tricked you for so long with my old songs; but babe I'm no hack, baby I've always been where I belong. I'd love to meet you tonight on South street- we'll do it up in style. We can shoot some pool and act like fools and live again for awhile. This party is far from over, we're just in a different key. A lot of crazy nights and you should meet my wife and my kids are just like me. Life is for the living, a little crazy can be nice- older wine is sweet and beauty is skin deep and youth always comes with a price.Every SecondBill Frandino- vocal, guitars, synthesizer Garrett Beaty- bassMike Plude- drums Time passes on by the moon and the sun and it just keeps going. You can dance and fall and change nothing at all but the people you meet. As it should be. Peace. Take it easy. As all these moments slip away, every hour, all these days, the further I'm removed from you and all the fun we used to do- sentimental summer songs take me nearly all the way home. The funny thing about memory is it serves a treat and a tease. Brings you back to all of the places you love and the people you need. As it should be. Peace. Take it easy.Take A Trip BackBill Frandino- vocal, guitar Phil Camp- lead guitar Carl Aiken- bassZack Plude- drums When I'm old and my time is just bits of goo in mind- like a walk on a knife between the love and the strife; and I'll think of you there and I'll dream of the things that we swear. Why don't you take a trip back? Why don't you get yourself back? There's a picture of you dear; a friendship rolls year after year. Loving touch, and it grows- a beautiful castaway rose; and the Earth will stop and I'll shout from the mountaintop.Dreaming FreeBill Frandino- vocal, guitar Alex Hyatt- rap vocalBob Smith- lead guitars Bill Jones- bassMike Plude- drums I was dreaming of a summers day; '73 and everything was going my way. The sky was blue the sun was blazing on, all of our dreams where just getting off the ground- yeah I'm dreaming free back in '73. Daydreaming on a summers night; '83 and all my gears they clicked just right. The sky was dark the stars were red and blue. 7/16 can put a spell on you- yeah I'm dreaming free back in '83. There we were an early summers day; '93 and playing at that lake, the sky was new your skin was golden-tan, our first kiss is still burning on that sand- yeah I'm dreaming free back in '93. Now I'm always in a summer day; and all these crazy years keep coming and going my way, the sky is blue the sun is blazing on, I think about you when I sing this song- yeah I'm dreaming free back in '73- Kick it- Riding around the circle and checking the playground- chillin' at Craft's and riding around- Randy St. Claire made the show- bigfoot reported by the Po-Po- Minor brought the big to the superbowl- climbing hoops in the Turkey Bowl- way before Dicky met Anistasio- Green River and ZRFU they started it all- fireworks, catfish on South Bay at night- Dolphins, Frag and Gordy and tide- walking across the tressel if you saves some time- swimming at Huletts past midnight- Elks dances and Johnny Reed, autographed refrigerators out windows- illegal drinking on Pike Brook road- that's how we roll baby- that's how we roll with possums on hoods, and a party at Double-Tree, Wade's and Howie's and Bonnie and Clyde's, Mud Creek king great Gary Scrime, East Bay style and Tyke's love for fishing, Silver Diner and Roma fries- heading to The Dog on late, late nights.FallingBill Frandino- vocal, guitar Todd Haviland- bass, drums Falling- this time I'm waiting for you- Some would say it's easy but I know I could never forget- Falling- into the clouds over you- some would say its easy but I know I could never regret- we'll lay out on the floor with those old time picture books- you'll laugh at my Fonzie shirt- I can't believe that little girl was you- Falling- into the clouds over you- look for me this evening- the moon was never brighter I know- it's all a picture show.