Another bummercore song for your enjoyment.

I'm Sorry For Me

Drawing Blanks is my summer song I suppose. I recommend you enjoy with a friend and a full glass of water. 

Drawing Blanks

Cookie Cutter Words. I want to put this on my next record after work shopping it for a while. Another tale of self serving bad attitude that seldom works out.

Cookie Cutter Words WIP

I wrote another song about self destructive tendencies. Go figure.

I'm In Trouble

I'm bad at girls so I wrote a song about it.

Alright, You Win WIPs

Romance, Bb

I went for more of a soul meets folk sorta thing... Not sure if it worked.

Use Me, Please

Exposed like a live wire
Sang out from a child's choir
Doused like a wildfire
Our situations dire

The chemistry and history
Sure as shit, leading me
To one conclusion I will be

Crazy, I’m fuckin’ crazy
So fuckin’ crazy, I am

Left on a broken wing
Forget what the future brings
In another winter fling
Cold cut the strings

I’m not free from mystery
Sure as shit, I need to flee
All in all I finally see

I hate me, I fuckin’ hate me
I really hate me, I do

Lost on a toss of dice
Doubled down, thinkin’ twice
Won myself a brand new vice
The odds cost the price

Rearrange my mind again
I’ll hate you now, I’ll love you then
Close the door I left open

I’m guilty, I’m fuckin’ guilty
So fucking’ guilty, I am

Hate You Now, Love You Then

Relationships are hard. They often end when we don't want them to. And closure never seems to help. We just pretend everything is alright. So here's my song, "Tonight". 

Verse 1
Swear I don't care, but I still give you songs
You'll never dare to sing along
You'll misconstrue what I call art
What can I do? We're better apart
Chorus
We'll just avoid each other, pretend that everything's alright. 
That it never meant a thing, no never meant a thing tonight
Never meant a thing, no never meant a thing tonight
Verse 2
Guess I'll never know how you feel 
I'm losing touch of what is real 
I fall so hard I start to bruise
Was it too much? We're we meant to lose?
Chorus
We'll just avoid each other, pretend that everything's alright. 
That it never meant a thing, no never meant a thing tonight
Never meant a thing, no never meant a thing tonight
Verse3
What do your friends say? What do they think of me now?
Why must I pay? When, where, and how?
What had me scared? What kept me away?
I lost it all in one bad day
Chorus
We'll just avoid each other, pretend that everything's alright. 
That it never meant a thing, no never meant a thing tonight
Never meant a thing, no never meant a thing tonight

Tonight

I wrote this song back in LA. That polarizing city shaped who I am. Most of my tunes are about relationships and struggles with mental illness. This one is no exception. Laura Barcoe added her beautiful voice to this recording and I couldn't be happier with her performance. Please enjoy, "Baby, I'm Just Not Good Enough"

Baby, I'm Just Not Good Enough

I've finally got all of my new recording gear in order. I spent the last two nights working on songs. Here is a new tune that IS NOT about me for once. I haven't posted anything in a while so I hope you enjoy it!

Sad To Be Happy

I don't enjoy bios. Writing a bio, about my self, has always seemed as an impersonal task that leaves me with a bad taste. Writing a bio is the art of writing about one's self while intentionally attempting to sound not like one's self. This is social media. And social media's intent, I think, is to connect with damn near anyone personally by some sort of non-personal digital medium. So I'm writing through me, from me and, in that, about me. I certainly hope so anyway.

It's a late night in LA and I'm stone cold sober. I have been for a month. I do not recommend sobriety. Everything becomes too clear. This is a habit I'm hoping to break very soon. I've been losing sleep to sobriety as I've had no whiskey to quiet the workings of my overactive noggin. I often wonder about could have been's, will be's, and what not's whilst I chase sleep. Sometimes I write a song I hate. And I lose sleep over it. Sometimes read a book. I find it's good practice to keep literature, pens and paper near the bed, or in my case, on the bed. You see, I live in a non-profit music venue here in La La Land. My room is very small and only accommodates a small amount of furniture. One side of my bed is my bedside table.

I do enjoy paper. Especially that of an old book. The smell, the smell the smell. Reading drives me to write. Novels and songs are very different animals. I'd rather raise a song than breed a novel any day of the week. Most of my songs, if not all, come from real moments in my life. Most of them self serving or self deprecating. I like to think that the two go hand in hand. I'm not sure if they're any good. I'm not sure if this attempt to replace the bio is any good. I can't say I know about things being good anyhow.

The truth is I don't write and create music because I think I'm any good. I just do it. And I think I'll continue to do it. I can't say I like it. If I didn't like it I probably wouldn't write it. There's a reason out there why I write and sing and play. I'm sure it's a wallop of a reason. Being a singer/songwriter means you're selfish. It, like all arts, is a selfish practice. I'm coming to terms with that.

Long story long, you can call me Frankie. I play guitar and sing about the things I do that I may or may not like.


Frank Reinke

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