Hard Times

by Matt Cracked Frye

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This album was recorded by Jon Hildenstein at the Creamery studio in Greenpoint, Brooklyn in the summer of 2010. Each song was recorded in one take using a few condenser mics. It was then mastered at Olive Juice Music by Major Matt Mason in the lower East Side.

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released November 13, 2010

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Matt Frye is a singer songwriter from North Carolina based out of Brooklyn. His influences rang from Woody Guthrie, John Prine and Ol’ Dirty Bastard. The songs themselves have a dirty twang. They rhyme sometimes. And there’s something disarmingly cheerful about them, Frye’s acoustic guitar and smile evoke campfire singalongs, even as the lyrics center on the deteriorating effects of loneliness.

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"The troubadour Matt Frye, who is from North Carolina and who now lives in Brooklyn, can be found playing cafés in far corners of the borough, which has become as great an influence on his music as his home state has been. The collision between Southern ways and big-city life produces gritty, quirky songs, sung with a breezy lilt."

-The New Yorker
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Track Name: Hard Times
I spilt my coffee on my lap this morning
I laughed out loud it was funnier than a god damn joke
Cause hard times are the only times I’m having
I guess that’s why I’m gonna take another toke

Hard time
It’s a hard time
Hard time

Hard times in you head and hard times on the street
Hard times in your bed and on the lips of the people you meet
It’s hard getting up and it’s even harder coming down
We’ve seen hard times all around

Hard time
It’s a hard time
Hard time

Well we got hard times all up in this city
And down in your town I know it's not pretty
Cause hard times make it hard to get along
And I got hard times all up in this song

Hard time
It’s a hard time
Hard time
Track Name: My American Life
I got a rotten pumpkin on my front porch
I got a picture of a turkey on my back door
I got Christmas trees, Easter bunnies and more

I got an American flag out in my backyard
I keep it up high cause we’re always at war
Red, white, and blue I see you soar

Red, white and blue could be black, yellow or orange
It could be that guy with a crooked arm
I’m not here to sound off no alarms

Cause I don’t speak Spanish but I wish I could
Speak it everyday yeah you know you would
I’m not a carpenter but I wish I could work with wood

We’re all living this American life it might be different then mine
You could be Spanish or Jewish you could be from Palestine
That’s fine, that’s fine

Just the other day I was eating egg rolls
With my chop sticks out of my Chinese’s bowl
Trying to switch it up it’s been my latest goal

Cause I like my meat bloody with a side of fries
An extra large coke don’t ask me why
Bacon egg and cheese that’s how I get by

We’re all living this American life it might be different than mine
You cold be African you could be West Indian or an Asian
That’s fine, that’s fine

I got a rotten pumpkin on my front porch
I got a picture of a turkey on my back door
I got Christmas trees, Easter bunnies and more

I got an American flag out in my backyard
I keep it up high cause we’re always at war
Red, white, and blue we see you soar
Track Name: One Shoe On
If I had the chance to get up and go
I’d get back to bed smoke a cigarettes instead
I’d procrastinate instead

One shoe on and one shoe off
I’m known as that guy who’s got a smokers cough
I’ve got to get up I’ve got to pay my rent
I got money in my hands and now it’s all been spent

40 oz. sounds like sunshine in a bag
It would be the very best friend that I ever had
It don’t treat me too bad

One shoe on and one shoe off
I’m known as that guy who’s got a smokers cough
I’ve got to get up I’ve got to pay my rent
I got money in my hands and now it’s all been spent

I got to get crooked so that I can see straight
I got to get through all those things that I hate
And all those things that I break

One shoe on and one shoe off
I’m known as that guy who’s got a smokers cough
I’ve got to get up I’ve got to pay my rent
I got money in my hands and now it’s all been spent

Things come together when things fall apart
Past out on the tiles another false start
It’s another start

One shoe on and one shoe off
I’m known as that guy who’s got a smokers cough
I’ve got to get up I’ve got to pay my rent
I got money in my hands and now it’s all been spent
I paid my rent
It came and went
I think that I’m spent
Track Name: Falling on My Face
Some people say Matt hey you look out of it
You haven’t written a new song in a week that will be too long
Well I’ve been working playing and singing
Writing and thinking and a whole lot of drinking
Songs come and go out the back door you know
Try to catch it and don’t let go of it
I’ve got a crack in my ceiling a bucket full of water
An empty bottle why do I bother

I’ve got a fear of falling on my face
I’ve got a fear of losing this race
And I’ve got a fear of being a drunken disgrace
But I still got faith

Spoken: Well I get really drunk and I lose thing sometimes. Over here and over there sometimes nowhere.

Well I woke up this morning the weather was fair
Couldn’t find my cell phone hope I left it over there
In my dirty laundry and not at the bar
On that train or in the back of that car
But I’ll get me a new one won’t be as good as the old one
It won’t have a camera it’s not that much fun
But it will get the job done and I can still call you
Ask you how you’re doing and tell you that I love you

I’ve got a fear of falling on my face
I’ve got a fear of losing this race
And I’ve got a fear of being a drunken disgrace
But I still got faith

Some people say Matt hey you look out of it
You haven’t written a new song in a week that will be too long