Frankie and His Fingers

Frankie and His Fingers

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Boy, girl, boy. Rock rock rock.

Biography

Frank used to tell his mom he liked it better when he didn't know the words to a song so he could make them up himself. Samantha, at age six, asked her father if she could switch from bass guitar to drums after hearing The Who's 'Who's Next' for the first time. Adam just wanted to play music, no matter the instrument or medium. They stumbled across each other and call themselves Frankie and His Fingers.

Lyrics

This grin came with a gameshow microphone

Written By: Frankie and His Fingers

Do I live up to what I set?
Painted a picture in your head
Charisma color hides my insecurities just right
I’ll highlight my idealistic eyes
With a strong moral brow and a golden boy smile

Just flip that charming switch on
Cover up those flaws with showboat sparks
Play it up and come on too strong
So good at trying so damn hard

I mean well
Won’t you tell me I’m doing fine?
I’d stand up for myself if I had a strong spine
That’s me desperately
Seeking compliments for confidence
Breathe in the attention and let out a sigh

Just flip that charming switch on
Cover up those flaws with showboat sparks
Play it up and come on too strong
So good at trying so damn hard
Let go, there’s no such thing
As who I’m supposed to be
I’ll keep practicing acting
Like I don’t care what you think of me

I’ll be alright if you just keep
Singing my praises in your sleep

Cool with cars, bad with bridges

Written By: Frankie and His Fingers

This is the sound
Of the biggest mistake I will ever make
It struck this chord when I painted the past up fake
It broke the noise ordinance
When you slapped your hand across my face
And my conscience aint so proud
That it took this long to get this loud

All of my friends say
They wouldn’t have ‘fessed up the truth
They would’ve covered up a lie with a lie
And swallowed all the guilt too
So what does it make me
If it was the right thing to do?
I could’ve made a little mess with your head
But that’s how much I love you
‘Cause you were yankin’ on the ring on your finger
Like it didn’t mean a thing anymore
Maybe I deserved for you to toss it on my bedroom floor

If actions talk louder than words
Intentions are the things you meant to say
‘Cause I got sorry on the tip of my tongue
Like it’s ruling my vocabulary
Whoever said the truth hurts
Put a heavy little weight in our hands
Cause you don’t really have to be anybody
But the things you say, and the things people see
So kiss me goodnight tonight just like it never really happened at all
What a dirty little habit to break ‘cause the tales we tell can get so tall

So kill me quickly
‘Cause I’m way too good
At feeling way too guilty

So sorry
I forgot to close my eyes when you kissed me
So charming
Play along and cue the song when our lips meet

Kill me quickly
‘Cause I’m way too good
At feeling way too guilty

Bite your tongue
Plug your ears
Hold that grudge

Stop it kid, you're creepin' me out

Written By: Frankie and His Fingers

Oh God, what would I say if you lived?
Your breath and blood
Would compliment the tone of my pale skin.
Is it you I hear when I’m talking in my sleep?
He’s still smiling, mama.
Please don’t weep.

It was such a silly little dream I had.
They gave us name tags
And our stripes were different shades of green.
It was a little awkward how they thought you were the one who sang
Instead of on the baseball team.
Well I woke up and I swear I saw you
Outside my window.

I’m famous every time I look in the mirror, baby doll.

She caught me staring at myself in the side view glass.
I raised an eyebrow like I shared a secret with my past.
On the drive back from my hometown
I had an itch in my side from where we first split down.
She said,
“Do you always talk to yourself in the second person?”

I’m famous every time I look in the mirror, baby doll.

Hey hey there was almost two of me.
I bet he would’ve had a different hairstyle,
But the face could’ve fooled you
Any day of the week.

I’m famous every time I look in the mirror, baby doll.

Discography

"Demos '08" 2008 EP.
1) This grin came with a game show microphone.
2) Cool with cars, bad with bridges.
3) The Coach's daughter.
4) Stop it kid, you're creepin' me out.

"One Hell Of A Skeleton" 2007 EP.
1) Kudos for the stretcher, Bruce.
2) Thank you, Mr. Vinkermichael.
3) The boys who cry during the last scene of Ghost make better boyfriends anyway.
4) Doin' the Jargow Jig.
5) The love of your life, but just for tonight.
6) Shoes.

"What If We Danced" 2004 EP.
1) The boys who cry...
2) To Blanket Stealer, from Remote Hog.
3) Blue light special.
4) Thank you, Mr. Vinkermichael.

http://cdbaby.com/cd/frankiefingers

Set List

Our typical set length is about 45 minutes long, but we have enough to fill hours.