Not a Singalong (single)

by Oliver Franklin

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    This song was written as an act of gleeful rebellion against the incoming administration at the end of 2016. For the month of March 2017, all proceeds from the digital sale of this single will go to benefit the Southern Poverty Law Center (www.splcenter.org)

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released February 27, 2017

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Oliver Franklin is a songwriter, composer and performer from Seattle, WA. His work ranges from gritty folk-noir to lush psychedlia and is woven together with a literate and evocative lyrical bent.

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Track Name: Not a Singalong
Not a Singalong


I was dreaming of roses
bitchin' bout the DNC
and like any other Tuesday
there was something watching me
creepin' at the corners
climbin' up the walls
lookin' at me sideways
while they were logging all my calls

yeah, i see you
polishin' the flagpole
do you know where that thing's been?

yeah, i feel you
fixin' on the flatscreen
you'd better let the right one in

gonna draw a big white circle
don't you cross the line
ain't no room for you in here
you're like Christ and Chrysler
made a compromise
if you've got the ears to hear
let me make a few things clear

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong,
nor short nor long, now truthfully
listen to the mission bell
tollin' in the prison cell
this is both a rebel yell and a cry for help,
it's no mystery

"you'll never miss those freedoms"
said the fortunate son with the riot baton
"seemed like you didn't need 'em"
said the armored cop to the failing crops
"you build the walls you wail at"
said the boots on the top of the ballot box
"no one can keep you down, now"
said the priest as you learned to bow

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong,
nor short nor long, now truthfully
listen to the mission bell
tollin' in the prison cell
this is both a rebel yell and a cry for help,
it's no mystery

Gonna draw a big white circle,
Don't you cross the line
If we gotta burn the damn thing down
At least there's a fire to gather 'round

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong,
nor short nor long, now truthfully
listen to the mission bell
tollin' in the prison cell
this is both a rebel yell and a cry for help,
it's no mystery


































I was dreaming' of roses
bitchin' bout the DNC
like any other Tuesday
there was something' watching' me
creepin at the corners
climbin' up the walls
lookin' at me sideways
logging all my calls

yeah, i see you
polishin' the flagpole
do you know where that thing's been?

yeah, i feel you
fixin' on the flatscreen
you'd better let the right one in

gonna draw a big white circle
don't you cross the line
ain't no room for you in here
there's a new moon risin'
did we catch your eye ?
If you've got the ears to hear,
let me make a few things clear:

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong, nor short nor long,
now truthfully
this is not a mission bell
this ain't no private hell
this ain't no prison cell,
no cry for help,
no mystery


"nobody stole your freedom"
said the fortunate son with the riot baton
"seemed like you didn't need 'em"
said the armored cop to the failing crops
"you build the walls you wail at"
said the man at the top to the ballot box
"no one can keep you down"
said the priest who taught you to bow

"nobody stole your freedom"
said the fortunate son with the riot baton
"seemed like you didn't need 'em"
said the armored cop to the failing crops
"you build the walls you wail at"
said the man at the top to the ballot box
"no one can keep you down"
said the priest who taught you to bow

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong, nor short nor long,
now truthfully
this is not a mission bell
this ain't no private hell
this ain't no prison cell,
no cry for help,
no mystery
































I was dreaming' of roses
I thinking' about the TPP
Like any other Tuesday
There were someones watchin' me
Over my shoulder
And crawling up the walls
Takin' little surveys
Answering my calls

Yeah, I see you
Polishin' the flagpole
Do you know where that thing's been?

Yeah, I feel you
Fixin' on the flatscreen
You'd better let the right one in

Gonna draw a big white circle
Don't you cross the line
There's no room for you in here
There's a new moon risin'
Did she catch your eye?
Do you like the way she disappears
Let me make it clear:

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong,
too short, too long, now truthfully,
this is not a mission bell
this ain't no prison cell
this is just a rebel yell,
no cry for help, no mystery

"nobody stole your freedom"
said the fortunate son with the riot baton
"seemed like you didn't need 'em"
said the armored cop to the failing crops
"you build the walls you wail at"
said the man at the top to the ballot box
"no one can keep you down"
said the priest who taught you to bow

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong,
too short, too long, now truthfully,
this is not a mission bell
this ain't no prison cell
this is just a rebel yell,
no cry for help, no mystery




















I was dreaming' of roses
Like any other Tuesday
I was thinking' 'bout the TPP

When over my shoulder
and my cell shadow shoulder
I felt something' watching' me

Hey, I see you
polishin' the flagpole
do you know where that thing's been?

Yeah, I feel you
fixin' on the flatscreen
you'd better let the right one in

Gonna draw a big white circle
Don't you cross the line
There's no room for you in here
There's a new moon risin'
Did she catch your eye?
Do you like the way she disappears?
Let me make a few things clear:

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong,
too short, too long, now truthfully,
this is not a mission bell
this ain't no prison cell
this is just a rebel yell,
no cry for help, no mystery

listen up:
"nobody stole your freedom"
said the fortunate son with the riot baton
"seemed like you didn't need 'em"
said the armored cop to the failing crops
"you build the walls you wail at"
said the man at the top to the ballot box
"no one can keep you down"
said the priest who taught you to bow

this is not a singalong
this is not a protest song
this is neither right nor wrong,
too short, too long, now truthfully,
this is not a mission bell
this ain't no prison cell
this is just a rebel yell,
no cry for help, no mystery