Fran Betlyon

Fran Betlyon

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Fran Betlyon is a powerful, stand out, soulful singer and quirky, honest, and profound songwriter. Combining folk, country, jazz, and pop influences - she weaves together melodies that worship the joy and torture of love lost and found - adding her unique humor to the universal experience.

Biography

“With every song, I’m searching for the true, heartfelt expression of something bigger than myself.”
It’s a search Fran Betlyon unknowingly began in her early childhood, with a soulful joy that has defined her music ever since. At age four, she stood before an audience at her father's Methodist church in Northampton, MA, opened her heart, and found her voice. Although she is no longer belting out “How Much is That Doggie in the Window”, Fran sang that day with fearless abandon and passion, and at 28 years old, nothing much has changed.
Never content to be defined by genre, Fran’s career has spanned musical styles, venues, and continents. From playing standing-room-only gigs with americana band, Dave Aaronoff and the Protagonists, to touring Europe with gospel group Essence of Joy; from gracing Carnegie Hall as an award-winning choral singer, to taking the Boston theatre scene by storm as a bevy of memorable, musical characters; Fran’s passion for connecting people through song has garnered critical acclaim as well as a warm fan following.
In 2005, she stepped away from the theatrical stage and instead turned her gaze inward with the release of her original solo pop/folk debut, The Casio Tapes. With influences ranging from Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Johnny Cash, Eryka Badu, Judy Garland, Joan Baez,and Aretha Franklin - Fran discovered her voice as a songwriter with the joy of an explorer. Recorded over the course of a few months with her beloved brother, Seth, The Casio Tapes chronicles the awakening of an artist ready to be fully realized – whether it’s through a sensual, jazzy journey along a winding street in Paris, an unplugged willingness to lay herself down in front of heartbreak, or just a simple moment “wastin’ time” with true friends and true music. Fran's songs capture honest, humorous moments in life and she delivers each performance with a passion and soulfulness that defines her sound.
After a few post-college years in Boston, MA, Fran packed her life into her car and drove towards the Western horizon, moving to Los Angeles in a full-hearted pursuit of her music career. After playing her first LA open mic, Fran was spotted and booked for a featured gig. In September of 2009 she met Jared Kuenstler at a party in Ventura, CA - and his Iron and Wine influenced picking style attracted her immediatly. The two teamed up and have begun taking the LA singer/songwriter circuit by storm. Fran continues to write and collect new material inspired by her move out West and her sophemore album, expected in Fall of 2010, promises to showcase a more mature, acoustic, and rootsy sound. What remains no matter what incarnation, genre, or band Fran Betlyon sings with is her heartfelt expression of something BIG and real. She is a truly original performer and songwriter with universal charm and wisdom.

Lyrics

Break My Heart

Written By: Fran Betlyon

I'm the bad guy when it comes to love.
Never been the one who gets messed up.
And I can move around from man to man,
But I want someone to break my heart.
Could someone please come and break my heart?

I shut off when we turn out the lights.
I'm known to walk out at the first fight.
And I stop liking men the second they start
But I want someone to break my heart.
Could someone please come and break my heart?

Oh I know that it's dumb to ask for pain.
But how can you have sunshine without the rain?
They say that you can't have the good without the bad.
I'm tired of being afraid of men.
I just want to feel again.

I just want someone to break my heart.
Could someone please come and break my heart?
Come take it and break it.
Break my heart.

Ooh-la-la

Written By: Fran Betlyon

Cracking creme brule and drinking wine,
the way to dine in ole Paris.
I can't remember where I am.
I had a plan, but c'est la vie.
A man approaches, "Can I walk with you awhile, mon cherie?"
I cock my head and keep on walking, reply, "Je ne sais pas."

Ooh- la
Ooh-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la

Contemplating Christ in Sacre Coeur, this man's still following me.
He is flirting in between my prayers.
This homme etrange is killing me.
He asks if I would like a beer, in broken english no less.
I say yes, he goes to fetch them, I run like hell and don't look back there.

Ooh- la
Ooh-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la

Et je voudrais un cafe, monsieur.
Et je voudrais l'amore.
Et je voudrais la vie solitaire.
Et je voudrais un translator

Ooh- la
Ooh-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la

Walking by the Seine. It's nearing midnight.
I don't care, I like the air.
I feel romantic. I feel tall. I think I could fall for this town.
My watch has stopped and I don't think I want this night to end.
A man approaches, asks "Quelle heure est il?"
And I say, "Je ne sais pas."

Ooh- la
Ooh-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la

Je voudrais un cafe, monsieur.
Je voudrais l'amore...

Forget September

Written By: Fran Betlyon

Last night, I sat upon your chair.
I thought I felt your breath go through my hair.
I thought about the night we slept cuddled up on there.
But then I thought of last September and how you didn’t care.

I can’t ignore the paint upon the walls.
The coats we put on seemed to match that fall.
Remember how we made love, dirty paint and all.
But that was only last September, and now you never call.

I heard you fould another girl like me.
You’re living in a place right down my street.
I want to say, I’m happy, but, I’m just not that sweet.
I hope that by the next September, you and I will meet.

I want to say, forget september. Good luck forgetting me.

Forget September...

Sabrina

Written By: Fran Betlyon

Sabrina picked me up to go to school and held my hand.
Along the way we picked up chestnuts and we threw them in the pond and
she would tell me bout the days when she was young.
And I wished that I was old just like
Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina-na-na-na.

Sabrina liked to talk about the boys that she would kiss inside the cupboards
of her house where it was dark and wet and how she liked it.
She would lick her lip gloss with her tongue.
And I wished that I had lip gloss on like
Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina-na-na-na

I wonder where she is now. Is she on a trip to see all the world. And how does
she look?
Do you think she’d like to be my best friend?
I think she could walk me home from work again.
Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina-na-na-na

Sabrina liked to make those little trendy freindship bracelets that she wore up
to her elbow and she gave to all her boyfriends.
She was cool in every single teenage way.
And I wished I’d turn into Sabrina one day.

Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina-na-na-na
Sabrina-na-na-na-na-ah-ah
Sabrina-na-na-na-na-ah-ah
Sabrina-na-na-na-na-ah-ah

Love Show

Written By: Fran Betlyon

Last time we met, you said you missed me.
We talked in my bed, and then you kissed me.
Minutes float by in my mind when I’m with you.
You said that you’d make more time, I think you’re going to.

But you just let me go.
I fall for your love show.
If you did what you say, we’d be off on a trip today.
My minds giving motion to your poor little frozen heart.
My minds giving motion to your poor little frozen heart.

What was the thing bout your oasis?
You said they were all dry wells and I’m your wet everlasting kiss.
I imagine the dawn waking up in your arms.
It’s not hard to dream of love, when you’re putting on all your charms.

But you just let me go.
I fall for your love show.
If you did what you say, we’d be off on a trip today.
My minds giving motion to your poor little frozen heart.
I’m tired of the motion of your poor little frozen heart.
If we tried to make some motion maybe this little love could start.

Wastin Time

Written By: Fran Betlyon

Once on the road, a strange young man caught my eye.
He was walking kinda closely by my side.
He was looking pretty nice and I saw him glancing twice,
so I asked him kindly if he had a wife.

Wasting time.
So tired of wasting time.
So sir, if you don’t mind...the love of my life may be the next in line.

Once on the job, another man bumped my bod.
He had dropped his foamy latte on the floor.
He was the cutest in the store, big bright blue eyes, need I say more.
So I asked him if our children would be poor.
Wasting time.
So tired of wastin time.
So sir, if you don’t mind, the love of my life may be the next in line.

There’s a feeling. There’s a touch. There’s just something about love.
And I want it so much. I”m gonna track it down on the busy sidewalk, sniff it
out from the moment we talk, I’m not wasting time in my love life anymore.

Once at the bar, I saw a man from afar, and I thought that I had seen him once
before.
He walked up and took a seat, and I said, It’s nice to meet you!
He said, “Honey, we’ve been on two dates before.”

Wasting time.
So tired of wastin time.
So sir, if you don’t mind, the love of my life may be the next in line.
Said the love of my life may be the next in line!

My Angel

Written By: Fran Betlyon

Lullaby, close your eyes tonight.
I am here to sing you to sleep.
My baby, you look tired tonight.
Quiet now, my love.
Listen to my song, close your eyes, my dove.

There’s an angel waiting by the door, she’s got your suitcase packed with
more love than you’ll ever need where she is taking you this evening.

Take her hand, my love.
You can stand and walk.
We’ll be fine, my dove.
It’s your time to fly.
Lullabye, in her hands above.
Did you really go?
I can feel you here.

There’s an angel waiting by the door, I know I’ve known her once before she’s
watching over me and she is singing in my ear.

Lullabye.

The Crush

Written By: Fran Betlyon

I know that I call a lot, you see.
But I don’t really know how to stop, you see.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Yeah.

I came over here to your party and
I forgot just when it started
and I’m early.
I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that like you, I’m sorry that I lied to you, I think I love you.

I know about you’re broken heart, you see.
But I don’t want to be apart, you see.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. Yeah.

I think it’s time to take a risk, you see.
I think it’s time to give you a kiss, you see.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that like you, I’m sorry that I lied to you, I think I love you.

I’m sorry you don’t like me, I’m sorry that you lied to me.

Why won’t you love me? Love me. Come on and love me. I’m sorry.

Discography

"The Casio Tapes" - Fran Betlyon's debut EP was independently released in 2005. It is available on itunes, cdbaby, and amazon.com.

"Oh-la-la"- a single from THE CASIO TAPES, has been featured on several podcasts around the world.

Fran is also featured on the EP "Dead Bird for Dinner" by Dave Aaronoff and the Protagonists

Set List

Our typical set is an hour of all original music by Fran Betlyon. There are songs in the set that have not been recorded yet, mixed with favorites from THE CASIO TAPES.

1. My Generation
2. Break My Heart
3. Preacher's Daughter
4. Ooh-la-la
5. IM love song
6. The Crush
7. Love Show
8. Wastin Time
9. Forget September
10. I'm Here in California
11. Sabrina
12. Come Back Home
13. My Angel

If we needed to play longer than an hour, we would add Emmylou Harris, Lucinda Williams, Bob Seger, Joni Mitchell, Feist, jazz standard or Brandi Carlile covers.