EP ONE
This EP was written for the road, for resilience, and for anyone chasing meaning in the miles ahead.
🎶 Frankly, We Spunk
Truth, Groove, and Nowhere Fast
Lyrics
We got a twang in the morning, soul in the night,
Bit of blues when we’re wrong, funk when we’re right.
Some call it weird, some call it bold—
But we call it truth, and it never gets old.
There’s a whisper of jazz in a banjo groove,
And a preacher’s fire when the words all move.
We ain’t in a box and we don’t do neat—
We’re the backbeat love of a wanderer’s beat.
🎶 Frankly, we Spunk—no label, no lane,
Just heartbeats and basslines rollin’ through the rain.
Folk roots in our rhythm, rebellion in rhyme,
Genre’s just a jacket—style takes time.
Frankly, we Spunk—and the wheels don’t stop,
Droppin’ old-school truth on a new-school drop.
One foot in the groove, one eye on the sky—
Frankly, we Spunk till the day we die.
Got steel strings crying through a reggae haze,
Riding sixteens like backroad praise.
One verse country, next one dub,
All soul-stitched tight in a campfire club.
We sampled life and remixed the pain,
Turned loss into rhythm, tears into gain.
From heartbreak hill to redemption town,
We lay the beat and break it down.
🎶 Frankly, we Spunk—(Tell ’em what it mean!)
No label, no lane, (Just a road-born dream!)
Folk roots in our rhythm, (Truth in the rhyme),
Genre’s just a jacket—(Style takes time!)
Frankly, we Spunk—(Let it roll and rock),
One-shot chorus from a beat-up dock.
If rules make music, then we’re outlaws loud—
Frankly, we Spunk and we sing it proud.
🎶 Frankly Spunk is a flavor, not a frame,
A traveling jukebox with no need for fame.
It’s grit and grace in the same old chord,
It’s a rebel prayer, not a polished award.
Ain’t afraid to cry or to dance off track—
We’re the vinyl crackle on a comeback stack.
🎶 Frankly, we Spunk—no filter, no fluff,
Just toe-tappin’ truths and rhythm rough.
We blend it all and we break what’s stuck,
Frankly, we Spunk—and we don’t give a… truck.
Still spunkin’ free with a roadside choir,
This song’s our home, this beat’s our fire.
So if you hear a groove that don’t fit clean,
With lyrics like scars and a strut in between—
That’s us.
We ain’t chasing charts.
We’re chasing meaning.
Frankly… we Spunk.
A Frankly Spunk Original Collection
🌄 Why This Song Exists
This song is our declaration of independence—from labels, lanes, and music industry boxes. It was written to give voice to every rebel heart still jamming after life’s detours. It’s proof that rhythm doesn’t retire and neither does truth.
🎙 What Inspired This Song
A lifetime of genre-hopping, soul-searching, and road-tripping. Inspired by late-night campfire jams, unexpected comebacks, and the stubborn beauty of staying weird when the world begs for normal. It’s for the ones who still play loud with nothing to prove.
✍ Lyrics Highlight
🎶 “Genre’s just a jacket—style takes time.”
This line says it all: wear your journey like a badge, not a brand.
🚐 Part of the Bigger Story
Frankly, We Spunk is the mission statement of the Tabula Rasa tour. It’s the musical DNA of this Older Than Average adventure—equal parts swagger, soul, and survival. This track kicks off the journey, reminding listeners that reinvention has a beat, and it’s one hell of a groove.
🎶 Still Jammin'
Truth, Groove, and Nowhere Fast
Lyrics
Rolled out slow at the break of day,
Coffee sloshin’, dreams underway.
No rearview worries, no set course,
Just the hum of wheels and a faithful force.
Every mile a melody I can feel,
Every town a record on my wheels.
Truth in the breeze, peace in my soul—
I traded control for rock ’n roll.
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We’re still jammin’ on the blacktop line,
With a beat-up map and borrowed time.
Still jammin’ where the sunsets glow,
No plan, just rhythm—let’s roll!
Yeah, we’re still jammin’, still jammin’,
With every bump we just keep slammin’.
Still jammin’ like the world can wait—
Love on wheels, and that feels great.
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Found a town with a reggae band,
Joined in late with a shaker in hand.
Told my story through a laughing verse,
Sang the blues and broke the curse.
—
I used to measure life in ticking clocks,
Now it’s in firelight and beatbox knocks.
Freedom rides shotgun, joy’s the fuel—
Aging like a rebel, breakin’ every rule.
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We’re still jammin’ on the blacktop line,
With a beat-up map and borrowed time.
Still jammin’ where the sunsets glow,
No plan, just rhythm—let’s roll!
Yeah, we’re still jammin’, still jammin’,
With every bump we just keep slammin’.
Still jammin’ like the world can wait—
Love on wheels, and that feels great.
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Let the rhythm steer when I lose my way,
Let the chorus clear what words can’t say.
No regrets in this rolling song—
The road is short, but the jam is long.
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We’re still jammin’, yeah, every day,
In truck stops, trails, and by the bay.
Still jammin’ in the RV zone—
This wanderin’ heart found its home.
We’re still jammin’, still jammin’—
Hands off the brake, just slammin’.
Frankly Spunk, older than the rest—
But rollin’ free, and feelin’ blessed.
A Frankly Spunk Original Collection
🌄 Why This Song Exists
This song is a groove-drenched refusal to age quietly. It exists to celebrate freedom after 60, joy after detours, and rhythm that doesn’t retire. It’s an anthem for the soulfully unretired — the ones who kept the beat when the world tried to put them on pause.
🎙 What Inspired This Song
Still Jammin’ was sparked by late-night laughter at an RV park, a harmonica echo, and a sudden truth: the music never stops — it just adapts. It’s inspired by friends who found their second wind and the belief that age is a rhythm, not a restriction. This song came to life in the wild permission of rolling forward with nothing left to prove.
✍ Lyrics Highlight
🎶 “Frankly Spunk, older than the rest — but rollin’ free, and feelin’ blessed.”
This line captures the Frankly Spunk soul: unashamed, unboxed, and unbothered. Still jammin’. Still smilin’.
🚐 Part of the Bigger Story
This song plays during the golden-hour moments on the Tabula Rasa tour — windows down, sandals off, and that old familiar smile rising as you pull into a new town with your playlist humming and your past finally in the rearview mirror.
🎶 Blue Water Memory
Truth, Groove, and Nowhere Fast
Lyrics
There’s a hush on the harbor, a sigh in the sky,
As two nations whisper where the freighters glide by.
Steel arms stretch wide—what a lover’s embrace,
Between Sarnia’s grace and Port Huron’s face.
And the gulls fly low like jazz notes on the breeze,
While memories dance in a soft minor key.
Under the Blue Water Bridge, the world slows down,
Springtime in stride with this twin-border town.
She’s dressed in sunshine, trimmed in tulip and lace,
With love in her smile and wind in her face.
Oh, life feels just right—like a hand-tailored song,
When you’re standing where two hearts belong.
Kids chase their kites near the old carousel,
While lovers trade secrets too sweet to tell.
Coffee in hand, I just nod to the flow,
As cargo and stories both drift below.
You don’t need Paris when the light hits just so,
And the water reflects every “yes” you should know.
Frankly, my friend, it’s a view made to steal—
Not just for the postcard, but the way it makes you feel.
So meet me down where the borderlines blur,
Where the past and the present gently confer.
We’ll toast to the bridge, the breeze, and the blue,
To a world that still waltzes when skies are this true.
Yeah, there’s beauty beneath and it’s singing our tune…
In the Frankly Spunk way—smooth, sunny, and croon.
A Frankly Spunk Original Collection
🌄 Why This Song Exists
This song is an ode to sacred places and quiet pauses. It honors the emotional bridges we build between memory and moment, person and place. It exists because sometimes the most profound truths don’t roar — they ripple gently beneath the surface, waiting to be heard by hearts ready to listen.
🎙 What Inspired This Song
Inspired by the stillness beneath the Blue Water Bridge and the jazz-like rhythm of life along the Sarnia–Port Huron shoreline, this song emerged during a sunset drive. It’s about nostalgia without regret — a tribute to water, borders, and the kind of beauty that humbles you without needing to explain itself.
✍ Lyrics Highlight
🎷 “Steel arms stretch wide—what a lover’s embrace, between Sarnia’s grace and Port Huron’s face.”
This line captures the emotional weight of the place. Where geography becomes intimacy. Where countries pause to breathe together.
🚐 Part of the Bigger Story
Blue Water Memory is the soft-spoken heart of EP ONE. It’s the exhale after the anthem, the glass of wine after the road dust settles. On the Tabula Rasa tour, this song marks the first moment where the journey goes inward, not just outward — the realization that even as we move forward, we carry the water within us.
🎶 Rockin' Robin
Truth, Groove, and Nowhere Fast
Lyrics
Woke up with the sun creepin’ through the blinds,
Dust on my boots, got rhythm in my spine.
Home tunes a hummin’, heart’s in gear,
Feathers flyin’ ‘cause the Robin’s here!
She ain’t no songbird sittin’ in a cage,
She’s a backroad queen, flyin’ off the page.
Struts her truth down the powerline,
Sings like the wind through Michigan pines.
Rockin’ Robin, roll that tune,
Shake the dusk off a neon moon.
You got fire in your wings, don’t stop—
Turn the silence into a body pop!
Snappin’ her fingers to a one-lane beat,
Feathers in her hair, wild and sweet.
Every truck stop knows her name,
She plays for the freedom, not the fame.
Scratchy vinyl and a storm in her eyes,
Jukebox soul, no need for disguise.
She ain’t chasing, she’s the sound—
The pulse of a town when the sun goes down.
Can’t clip what was born to fly,
She rides the thunder and paints the sky.
Robin’s anthem, raw and true—
Every note a sky she flew.
Rockin’ Robin, fly on past,
Your song’s too bold to ever be last.
Dust to dusk, from soul to spark—
You lit the sky and left your mark.
A Frankly Spunk Original Collection
🌄 Why This Song Exists
This song exists to put the mic in the hands of every rebel woman who never needed permission to shine. It’s a fierce, feathered middle-finger to confinement — written for those who rewrite the rules, rock their own rhythm, and live out loud. She’s not just singing… she’s soaring.
🎙 What Inspired This Song
Born out of a chance meeting with an experienced co-traveler. Fueled riff and a flash of red feathers on a Michigan morning, this track came alive as a tribute to the wild spirit in all of us — but especially the ones society tried to tame. Inspired by the boldness of backroad queens, it’s a funky hymn to every artist, mama, misfit, or traveler who’s strutted truth down a dirt road with a beat in their boots.
✍ Lyrics Highlight
🎤 “She ain’t no songbird sittin’ in a cage — she’s a backroad queen, flyin’ off the page.”
This line says it all: Don’t wait to be noticed. Just fly.
🚐 Part of the Bigger Story
On the Tabula Rasa tour, Rockin’ Robin lands where the stories get real — barstools and bonfires, tales traded over diner booths and campground jams. She reminds us that the road isn’t always smooth, but it’s always ours to take. With grit, groove, and just enough outlaw soul, she sings for the bold-hearted.
🎶 Script Selling
Truth, Groove, and Nowhere Fast
Lyrics
They say “Join the Guild, play the part, pay your dues,”
Sign the forms in triplicate, wipe off your shoes.
Rub elbows at mixers, learn schmooze from the pros,
Fake laughter, sip warm wine, and strike a good pose.
Each club has a fee, each pitch has a flair,
And your soul’s in the script… but they just want a chair.
Script selling made easy—just auction your soul,
Join the crowd, play the game, and relinquish control.
Wear your passion like perfume, then wash it away,
‘Cause the business of dreaming’s a beast on display.
Still we dance, still we try, though the role takes its toll…
The real trick, my friend—is keeping your soul.
There’s a rule for the logline, a form for the beat,
A note on your structure, a page count to meet.
“Too indie,” they whisper, “too weird,” they say bold,
But “fresh” only works when it’s ten summers old.
You chase trends like pigeons, script truths in disguise,
But the best tales are hiding behind bloodshot eyes.
Join the herd, kiss the ring, clap when you’re told—
But keep one page hidden… the one pure and bold.
Script selling made easy—just auction your soul,
Play the dance, strike a pose, take the Hollywood stroll.
But when the lights fade and the crowd rolls away,
Hold tight to the spark they can’t package or play.
Yeah, the system’s a maze, with a glittering toll—
But the maestro survives… by keeping his soul.
A Frankly Spunk Original Collection
🌄 Why This Song Exists
This song is a satirical torch song for every creative who’s been told to “play the game.” It exists to expose the quiet cost of fitting in, the irony of selling art like insurance, and the wild courage of those who dare to say “no” with a wink. It’s a laugh, a lunge, and a little healing truth.
🎙 What Inspired This Song
Inspired while writing the Who’s the Real Director screenplay, one too many networking events, and a half-finished Hollywood pitch deck, this track was born as a piano bar protest. It came from the part of the soul that rolls its eyes but still shows up. It’s for the storytellers with scraped knees and tired eyes who’ve learned that survival in the industry means knowing when to raise your voice — and when to exit stage left with style.
✍ Lyrics Highlight
🎭 “Wear your passion like perfume, then wash it away.”
A perfect line for anyone who’s had to smile through a script meeting, wondering how much of themselves they’d need to trade.
🚐 Part of the Bigger Story
Script Selling Made Easy is the final curtain on EP ONE — not in defeat, but in defiance. It’s a knowing smirk from the back row of the industry’s glittering hall of mirrors. On the Tabula Rasa tour, this track plays after the stories have been shared, the fire’s burned low, and you’re left with just your voice, your truth, and your rhythm. Unapologetically yours.