Frank Turner Friday: The Road

So, a week ago I got to see Frank Turner live; he did not disappoint. As I said on Monday, he ended the night with Queen's "Somebody to Love." I was really impressed with how well he and band The Sleeping Souls covered it. Especially the guitar solo; nicely done. Anyway, we (my friend Sarah and I) got to meet him after the show and he was very friendly and pleasant. I have to give him props for managing to stay so down to earth amongst so many drunk people hanging on him.

Me and Frank. Geez, he's tall.

We had positioned ourselves fairly close to the stage and we were up on a step so that we could see over some very large gentlemen up front. Some kids squeezed themselves in front of us and one of them was so close to me that I could see his dandruff inches in front of my face. The back of his head was eclipsing my vision. I told him, "Dude, you're way too tall to be right in front of me," and he graciously moved away and apologized.

from Sarah

Sarah and I had a great time and we were both getting a little crazy. I was pretty much shouting every lyric I knew while jumping up and down, and Sarah was shamelessly dancing to her hearts content. I could tell some of the people around us were a little unnerved by our behavior but I think most people understood we were just having a good time and encouraged it. I mean, that's what going to shows is all about, right?

One of the songs in his set was, "The Road," and it got the everyone in the audience moving. Sarah and I weren't the only ones dancing crazy then. It's one of my favorites. Here it is:

Gold.

"The Road" by Frank Turner
To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance and staying in one place
So I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
Somewhere secret somewhere safe
And somewhere close to the door

Well I've traveled many countries I've washed my feet in many seas
I've drunk with grifters in Vienna and with punks in old dc
And I've driven across deserts driven by the irony
That only being shackled to the the road could ever I be free

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I've felt old before my time but now I keep the age away
By burning up the miles and yeah by filling up my days
And the nights a thousand nights I've played
And a thousand more to go
Before I take a breath and steal myself
For the next one thousand shows

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out

Yes so saddle up your horses now and keep your powder dry
Cause the truth is you won't be here long
Yeah soon your going to die
To the heart, to the heart there's no time for you to waste
You wont find your precious answers now by staying in one place
Yeah by giving up the chase

To the east to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west to the west
I haven't got there yet
And to the north to the north
Never to be caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out
To the south to the south
My time is running out

I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon the horizon is my home
I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon the horizon is my home