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Mike Benecke

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"a beautiful, slow, intimate and rich dreamfolk...that aches like wolves in the near distance"

- cover lay down

 

"a stunner...one of the most intimately thoughtful and honestly heartfelt records to come out of LA in years"

- la-underground

 

"the ones that impact others and build a loyal following are those that can convey emotion through their songs. Benecke does just that..."

- the revue

 

"songs that express depth and honesty"

- ear to the ground music

 

"pure images"

- the modern folk

 

"beauty through the sonic experience"

- floorshime zipper boots

 

Mountain Stage Newsong Westcoast Finalist 2012 

Radio Airplay: KCRW, Sirius, WFMU

 

photo: Paul Minor

photo: Paul Minor

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Scars

Some scars lay hidden in plain sight

Unburied hatchets stacked on high

Can’t get back the mistakes I took

But I’d give anything to be with you tonight

Can’t explain just know I won’t let our thing fade into nothing

Our bloodied hearts will beat tonight

Cold/Dead stars burnt out in the sky

Shimmer of gold when they collide

C’mon, let’s get lost in the satellites

Whisper your every wish to me

I can’t explain just know not for nothing, we should be something

Our bloodied hearts will beat tonight

Can’t explain just know I won’t let our thing fade into nothing

Our bloodied hearts will beat tonight

Danse

The comeback

Thought we’d play along

Thought we’d have some fun

Right or wrong

Go out on a high

Nothing much to prove, nothing more to say

Can’t change a fucking mind

A last laugh

You don’t have to stick around

Don’t wanna drag you down

I’m just a clown without a disguise

Nothing much to lose

Nothing more to gain

Can’t beat a broken heart

Dance tonight for your life

Danse Macabre with me

Dance tonight for your life

Dance to death if you please

Younger

You aren’t getting any wiser

And you aren’t getting any younger, hmm?

It’s been a long, such a long time

Been enough, more than enough now

For you to grow a little

Yeah you, just a little something more

Fuck it, fuck it all

Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em all

And so crude

Cool

I won’t fight call it what you like

The tragedy of shifting loyalties

Out of heart

Out of mind

Got no cause to hold you to the fire

Set it free embers on a breeze

Got a light?

I don’t mind

It’s cool, I can be cool

It’s cool, I’ll try to be cruel

Float away

Out of heart/touch

Out of time

It’s cool, thought it’d be cool

It’s cool, I’ll try to be cruel

Out of luck

Out of my mind

Seventeen

Remember the time, world on our side, you and I

Only seventeen, rockin’ Kip not McCartney

Used to be someone going somewhere else

(Someone going anywhere)

How’d we get here?

Given to slight, spit in the eye, losing sight

Chasing ghost down rabbit-holes, false history, conspiracies

Begs belief

Fear of losing something was never there

(Missing some lost mythology was never there)

Who hurt you?

Caught in the storm, lost in the reign

Caught in the slop, lost in the blame

We’re caught in the mosh!

But we’re not afraid

‘Cause when it pains it roars

Goons

Hold the line

Don’t make any sudden moves

Bide your time

Respect the instrument

Hold fast the attack

Just don’t forget to breathe

Bite your tongue

Taste the blood of your insolence

Just feed/need some screens

It’s all hands on the deck

The whole cast made a pact

Now it’s your turn to lead

It’s all in the wrist

Olderlap

I don’t know

I don’t care

Don’t want to go/sing along

Don’t want to leave my chair

I don’t want to rock

Don’t want to follow you on TikTok

I don’t want to be content

Don’t want… I don’t wanna

No, no, no! I really don’t

I don’t want to join a club

I don’t want to smell the glove / fall in love

Don’t want to fuck or fight

Don’t want to be up all night

Oh, no, no! I really don’t

Nope, nope, don’t wanna

Nope, nope, nope uh-uh

I really do not

No, no, no! I really don’t

I don’t want to be Johnny Rotten

John Joseph Lydon

I don’t even want to play this song