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The Stalker

by Benjamin Lee Farley

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    Benjamin Lee Farley has been writing and recording music
    for around 20 years and he swears that he's finally gotten
    good at it - though we know he always has been. Diagnosed
    bipolar and schizophrenic and recently medicated, he is
    finally willing to use his mental illness to his advantage if it
    gets people to perk up their ears. In other words, he hears
    things and sometimes it translates to music and lyrics. After
    more than a decade of performing with different acts and
    under various aliases in the Boston area, he has relocated to
    the hills of North Carolina and become a hermit. Self taught
    and frighteningly prolific, he has recorded and released over
    50 albums in the past 5 years alone, in styles ranging from
    singer-songwriter-folky-americana to grimy electronics to dub
    to thrash metal to straight up rock n fuckin' roll. With yelling.
    His latest album The Stalker is in many ways a synthesis of
    the different musical strains he has explored over his long
    career, a frenetic burst of energy showcasing his raw talent
    and well-honed DIY production instincts. His music has been
    compared to a wide breadth of legendary musicians, but is
    really its own unique monster. Highfives and backpats all
    around. - Sad Milk Collective
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1.
Real Life 03:20
You never hear a single word I say So put your goddamn phone away I pray Real life How could you ever say a thing you mean When everything you think comes off that screen My babe Real life real life real life real life And if I can't think up a chorus hey I'll just write the most cliché Thing I can think of And if that shit turns out ok I'm gonna play it all damn day Til you get sick of Til you get sick of you get sick of my shit Real life How could you ever say a thing you mean When everything you think comes from a meme My babe Real life You never hear a single word I say So put your goddamn phone away I pray Real life real life real life real life And if you can't think how to conversate Go trite and go cliché Just send a pic of And if they need more information, babe Don't trust your own damn brain I'm fuckin sick of Hey I got sick of I got sick of your shit Real life Ooh i got sick of I got sick of your shit
2.
Rings A Bell 04:18
I don't know what love means But I know the sound It rings a bell, it makes a scene I go underground All my friends make enemies with my enemies and friends But but but I can't stand the work it means Trying to find out where the circle ends Have one last laugh and run free I don't know what love means But I know the smell Such a waste the work it needs Not to stink like hell All my friends fall on their knees, trying to make amends But but but I can't stand the work it means Trying to find out where the circle ends Have one last laugh and run free I don't know what love means But I know the taste Poison sugar, sour sweet Nothing left to chase All my friends write elegies when I ain't even dead But but but I can't stand the work it needs Trying to find out where the circle ends Have one last laugh and run Have one last laugh and run free
3.
Your Hounds 03:35
4.
All this pressure brings a weight We'd give anything for rain Slow day, very dead, lay low Go pray for every head a halo Halo You're a little bit smitten, admit it's true I hope, I hope, I hope that you don't Cause god dammit I'm a little bit smitten too But I don't, but i don't, but I don't wanna know It's hard not to see every little thing you do I know, I know, I know where you go Hey wait a minute who's been stalking who? Better go, better go, better go it alone All this pressure brings a weight Someone let us in, hey wait No way the fire spreads or the flames grow Go pray for every head a halo
5.
Out for blood To be boiled Or a witch To burn At the stake By mistake Little late Never learn Be advised, don't buy my bag of bones Out for blood Tonight Open wide Get right Wooden stakes Hearts to break I'm good Thirst slaked Be advised, don't buy my bag of bones Ain't I just the worst? It's the best Oh it's a curse To be so blessed I don't need a soul I guess God damn it's a curse To be so blessed I guess I'm too Too wicked to rest
6.
I just want a piece of your time But you're never alone And neither am I just want a piece of your mind But you're never home home home home Let me live in your house I just wanna smoke on your dime But you're already stoned The look in your eye is all I need to get mine Hey I'm almost home home home home Let me live in your house
7.
8.
Your daddy's got money to burn And you do too So pass a little along And I'll write your daddy a song And one for you And two for me And one for you Two for me One for me None for you Well there's always more money to earn But ooh ooh ooh It's forty hours too much When you could pony up a little touch And your means aren't hard to discern From true true true So pass a little along And I'll write your mother a song And one for you And two for me And one for you Two for me One for me None for you Every pocket's got a hole So let me hold a hand below And catch a little money honey Before it blows away Well your family's got riches to burn And you do too So pass a little along And I'll write your whole family a song And one for you And two for me And one for you Two for me One for me None for you
9.
Whole wide world Gone to hell I found you All is well Whole wide world Gone to piss I found you Don't need this Whole wide world Lost its shit I found you Who needs it Whole wide world Lost its mind I found you I found mine Whole wide world Gone to hell I lost you Oh well

about

Benjamin Lee Farley has been writing and recording music
for around 20 years and he swears that he's finally gotten
good at it - though we know he always has been. Diagnosed
bipolar and schizophrenic and recently medicated, he is
finally willing to use his mental illness to his advantage if it
gets people to perk up their ears. In other words, he hears
things and sometimes it translates to music and lyrics. After
more than a decade of performing with different acts and
under various aliases in the Boston area, he has relocated to
the hills of North Carolina and become a hermit. Self taught
and frighteningly prolific, he has recorded and released over
50 albums in the past 5 years alone, in styles ranging from
singer-songwriter-folky-americana to grimy electronics to dub
to thrash metal to straight up rock n fuckin' roll. With yelling.
His latest album The Stalker is in many ways a synthesis of
the different musical strains he has explored over his long
career, a frenetic burst of energy showcasing his raw talent
and well-honed DIY production instincts. His music has been
compared to a wide breadth of legendary musicians, but is
really its own unique monster. Highfives and backpats all
around. - Sad Milk Collective

credits

released November 11, 2023

Written between 2013 and 2018 in MA and NC

Recorded 2019-2023 at Castle Bathrobe, Ambalamba Ranch and 111 STudio NC USA

All sounds by Ben except squeaky toys by Spanky

One line in "Your Hounds" written by Eric Faulkner when he misheard my original lyric and it was better his way. YOU figure it out.

Tapes available from me, from sadmilkcollective.bandcamp.com and from
www.forcedexposure.com/Artists/FARLEY.BENJAMIN.LEE.html

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Benjamin Lee Farley Asheville, North Carolina

Never took a lesson in my life. All songs written, played, sung/sang/sing-ed, produced, computerized / all album covers made by Ben unless otherwise noted.
NONE of my sounds are made with Artificial Intelligence, just a few album covers. Is anybody reading this? If so thank you. If not, then I guess I can say whatever I want because you'll never read it. So fuck you I guess? Just kidding madluv.
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