Frank Turner at Manchester Academy

When I go to concerts I usually like to post a song highlight from the night alongside a photograph or two.

Some people can watch films and get involved with them and get them in comparison to their real lives. For me, that’s what happens with songs. I know sometimes it’s a strain for me to find one, but that’s why I put lyrics at the bottom of my posts.

So I was at this show last night and every time a song was played I was thinking “Yeah, I understand where you’re coming from there”. Last night was actually a bit of a rollercoaster for me personally. I put a load of lyrics into Google to get videos and whatnot to post. I checked how many I had before the encore and there were too many to decide so I hung about at the end and managed to get the set list off the sound guy so that I could post a pertinent lyric (for me) from each song played.

Not everyone grows up to be an astronaut
Not everyone was born to be a king
Not everyone can be Freddie Mercury
Everyone can raise a glass and sing
Well I haven’t always been a perfect person
And I haven’t done what mum and dad had dreamt
But on the day I die
I’ll say, at least I fucking tried
That’s the only eulogy I need


But I don’t wanna spend the whole of my life indoors
Laying low, and waiting on the next storm
I don’t wanna spend the whole of my life inside
I wanna step out and face the sunshine

The Next Storm


Because we write love songs in C, we do politics in G,
we sing songs about our friends in E minor.
So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars:
and come on folks and try this at home.

Try This at Home


And all the things we love
Will be washed away in the rain
We remain

One Foot Before the Other


When you meet Death
Be out of breath
And say you’re pleased to see him because you’re tired

Out of Breath


It doesn’t matter where you come from,
It matters where you go
No-one gets remembered, in this listless loveless life
For the things they didn’t do

Peggy Sang the Blues


Oh my broken battered body,
In the days when I was younger,
Used to fix itself quick sharp
After every slip and stumble.
But these days I’m collecting scars that don’t seem to fade,
Cuts and bruises that won’t go away.

Losing Days


Come on now Josephine, wake me from my sleep.
I could have been anyone, but I ended up being me.
I could have been wide awake, could have been what you need,
I wish that I was anyone except for just me.
So come on now Josephine, show yourself to me.



In the stillness of the moment it takes for a Polaroid picture
To capture our faces forever
The world has turned a touch on it’s axis
And the only thing certain
Is everything changes

Polaroid Picture


“We live to dance another day
It’s just now we have to dance for one more of us
So stop looking so damn depressed
And sing with all our hearts, long live the Queen”

Long Live the Queen


We were born without reason, we will die without meaning
And the world will not shrug all that much at our passing
Yes you can try and try and try
But no one ever makes it out alive

Fisher King Blues


The first girl that I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter
She smouldered with a will to save the world
I did my best to help her, yeah I stood shoulder to shoulder
On the front lines with my visionary girl
I wish that she had cared for me
But in the end her ideologies
Occupied the fortress of her heart
I wrote her 15 songs, but still we had to part



Can see you hurting beneath your new red dress
Beneath your sharp new shoes and your new tattoos you are directionless
And I know you’ve been working as hard as you can
To pre-empt the question, the expectation and I understand

Glorious You

Oh, but once we were young, and we were crass enough to care
But I guess you live and learn, we won’t make that mistake again, no
Oh, but surely just for one day, we could fight and we could win
And if only for a little while, we could insist on the impossible

Love, Ire and Song


I’m battered and I’m bruised
And I can’t afford to lose

Love 40 Down


And I won’t sit down
And I won’t shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won’t sit down
And I won’t shut up
And most of all I yeah I won’t grow up
And I won’t sit down
And I won’t shut up
And most of all I will not grow up



Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather
And I can fuck up anything, anything.
It was a wonderful life when we were together,
And now I’ve fucked up every little goddamn thing.

Plain Sailing Weather


So why are you sat at home?
You’re not designed to be alone
You just got used to saying “no”
So get up and get down and get outside
‘Cause it’s a lovely sunny day
But you hide yourself away
You’ve only got yourself to blame
Get up and get down and get outside

Reasons Not to be an Idiot


Don’t wanna fit like mittens
I wanna fit like gloves
Wanna fit like gloves



If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer.
Some suggestion that you’d have me if I could only make me better.
Then I would stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller, all the time.
Because I know you are a cynic but I think I can convince you.
Yeah, cause broken people can get better if they really want to.
Or at least that’s what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to survive!



To the heart, to the heart, there’s no time for you to waste,
and you won’t find your precious answers by staying in one place,
by giving up the chase.

The Road


Things didn’t kill me but I don’t feel stronger
Life is short but it feels much longer
You’ve lost that drive, you’ve lost that hunger
To pull yourself through the day.

If I Ever Stray


I’m trying to get better because I haven’t been my best
She took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest
She drew a line across the middle of my broken heart,
And said: “Come on now, let’s fix this mess”
We could get better
Because we’re not dead yet

Get Better


But then I remember you,
And the way you shine like truth in all you do.
And if you remembered me,
You could save me from the way I tend to be.
The way I tend to be

The Way I Tend to Be


Life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
about fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings,
and the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering,
and help us with remembering that the only thing that’s left to do is live.

I Knew Prufrock Before He Was Famous


Now who’d have thought that after all,
Something as simple as rock ‘n’ roll would save us all.
And who’d have thought that after all, it was rock ‘n’ roll.

I Still Believe


I want to dance, I want to dance,
I want me and you both to join hands down at the front.
So the next time I see you, remember these words so
We’ll sing like the barricades are down, and we’ll dance like no one’s around,
Singing four simple words.

Four Simple Words


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