Binky and the Fras

by Binky and the Fras

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about

This masterpiece was recorded in the summer of 2010 and finally released in the summer of 2015.

credits

released May 14, 2015

Paul - band leader, lead guitar, and harmonica on Surfer Paul, and protools
Cyrus - (the greatest) rhythm guitar (of all time)
Cody - bass and bass related puns and assistant vocals on Cupcake Land
Aaron -drum, train lover extraordinaire
Bill - keys, the hot one
Jacob - lyrics and vocals, extra-large khaki pants

tags

license

all rights reserved
Track Name: Crank the F-Stop
Crank the f-stop. Crank the f...stop.
They call him "F" for short but he's not short he capitalizes on his height. Quite a sight.
He's so awesome! Other letters shriek because of his might, alright.
F-start this party in the hizzle, watch it sizzle, in the middle, "A." Hey hey!

Inside the camera there is a secret
It unleashes pawnches along with elite 'rics
What does F stand for anyway?
Maybe franchise, phantom, or perhaps fat (with a ph).
Frantic Frenchies fantasize along the ffffffffff-riverside.

Just crank the f-stop or you'll never stop screaming.
Can't tell you why unless the mountains keep reaching towards the sky.
F is the letter that Disco D's afraid of.
F starts forest fires in the hills and then discusses literature with L.
F found some money but through it down a well.
Just crank the f-stop. Don't crank the f-stop!

He's F for short but very tall he plays with bears until they maul.
He knows what's right but does what's wrong. He lives inside of this song.
Don't mess with him he's stronger than you. He'll crush your bones to make his stew.
Just crank the f-stop. But crank the f-stop!

Just crank the f-stop!
Just crank the f-stop!
Track Name: He Loves Trains
Oooh!
Aaah!
Mmm!
Track Name: Rich the Bishop
Rich the bishop had a plot, an evil plan he could never stop.
He walked around late at night converting Jews but was he right?
Rich's tale is one of sorrow but from his wisdom you may borrow.
He didn't know wrong from right. It's arbitrary in the night.
When he was strangled there on his deck white blood gushed out from his neck.
People stood around his corpse looking in their pockets for remorse
But most could find themselves none, standing their sweating in the sun.
If ever this tale finished I'm sure you'd stand in eternal bliss.

Those lovely hands caressed his head
So pleased to love the world instead of hating
Never taking any bait. No need to stay out much too late.
He didn't know his fate.

When the women entered his room his mighty soul they did consume.
If ever his mind did wonder in his bed he forgot to launder his pants
All soiled in bloom. Not minding his eminent doom.
Inside of him was a flume, riding inside was one racoon.
Too soon, premature where his thoughts. When Jill entered he was caught.
Embarrassed if he cared when those around him eyes did flare.
Right then he was cut off. The doctor never could make him cough.
Anguish inside of him when they scored inside the rim.
An unfortunate trim.

Those lovely hands caressed his head
So pleased to love the world instead of hating
Never taking any bait. No need to stay out much too late.
He didn't know his fate.

Rich the bishop had a plot, an evil plan he could never stop.
He walked around late at night converting Jews but was he right?
To his fright...
Rich's tale is one of sorrow but from his wisdom you may borrow.
He didn't know wrong from right. It's arbitrary in the night.
When he was strangled there on his deck white blood gushed out from his neck.
People stood around his corpse looking in their pockets for remorse.
Track Name: Donde Esta el Funk
Where is the funk?
Where is the funk? New York!
Where is the funk? L.A.
Where is the funk? Brooklyn!
Where is the funk? The Bronx!
Where is the funk? Russia~
Where is the funk? Cali.
Where is the funk? DC?!?
Where is the funk? AAAHHHHHHH!

Where is the funk?
Where is the funk? Queens~
Where is the funk? Tokyo!
Where is the funk? Nashville.
Where is the funk? Straight out of Compton
Where is the funk? Bass bass bass...
Where is the funk? Pyongyang!
Where is the funk? Detroit
Where is the funk? AAAHHHHHHH!

And then you recognize blue skies and synthesize your fractured ties but stale goodbyes may compromise so realize you ain't so wise!
Track Name: Happy Birthday, Surfer Paul
Ooooh.
Happy birthday, Surfer Paul. I know you well, you will go far.
You read Godot I know it's true. You've held your breath until your blue.
I wrote this song not just for you but for your kids to listen too.
You'll see them drink inside a bar. So go to the waves inside your car.

Surfer Paul you will always live. I've known that since I looked inside your crib.
And when you go their Surfer Paul I know you'll grow up very tall. I hope you will return to me after, of course, I set you free.
The chorus drifts onto the shore so lazily and lazily.

You'll ride a wave made from this chord until you wipe out on your board.
The currents will fade to flame when with your candles you wish the same.
Your anger was derived from pain so send it back to whence it came.
And when you pray to Surfer Lord to the waves you will go towards.

Drift upon this rift, consider it a gift.

Surfer Paul you will always live. I've known that since I looked inside your crib.
And when you go their Surfer Paul I know you'll grow up very tall. I hope you will return to me after, of course, I set you free.
The chorus drifts onto the shore so lazily and nasally inside your public memory.

Your beard is long now, turning gray to simulate a driftwood bay.
Say "Love your kids" that is the truth! In sacrifice for nimble youth.
And maybe whales do know it all but to understand just accept the Sandman.