🎶 Frankly, We Spunk

A genre-bending reggae anthem celebrating the sound and soul of the Frankly Spunk identity.

By Frankly Spunk / May 7, 2025

🌄 Why This Song Exists

This track is the signature flavor of the Frankly Spunk movement—a musical manifesto for rebels, road souls, and genre-benders everywhere.
It was written to:

✅ Declare Frankly Spunk as its own sound—undefinable, yet unforgettable
✅ Celebrate the journey of making music without rules
✅ Remind listeners that style is earned, not assigned

🎙 What Inspired This Song

Born in the belly of the Tabula Rasa RV Tour, Frankly, We Spunk fuses reggae rhythm with elements of folk, funk, country, jazz, and spoken-word sass. It’s part tribute, part confession, and part joyride anthem.
The production blends:

Offbeat reggae skank
Dub echo layers
Banjo licks and bluesy harmonica
A warm bass groove with storytelling vocals

This is what happens when the road writes the setlist.

✍ Lyrics Highlight

“Frankly, we Spunk—no label, no lane,
Just heartbeats and basslines rollin’ through the rain.”
“Genre’s just a jacket—style takes time.”
“We sampled life and remixed the pain,
Turned loss into rhythm, tears into gain.”

🚐 Part of the Bigger Story

Frankly, We Spunk is the heartbeat behind the Frankly Spunk collection and the Tabula Rasa RV Tour. It sets the tone for everything that follows—songs that don’t fit in a box because the journey doesn’t either.
This track is the road anthem for the misfits, the older-than-average dreamers, and the ones still jammin’ against the odds.

🎧 Listen Here

Stream from SoundCloud HERE

LYRICS - Follow Along

[Verse 1]

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.

[Verse 2]

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.

[Chorus]

🎶 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. 🎶

[Verse 3]

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.

[Verse 4]

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.

[Chorus – repeat with call & response flair]

🎶 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. 🎶

[Bridge]

🎶 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. 🎶

[Final Chorus – with full band energy]

🎶 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. 🎶

[Outro – Spoken-word over instrumental fadeout]

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.