"Bring My Family Back" as written by and Max/armstrong Fraser....
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time
Is it because of me or my younger sister,
Even Dad was weeping when he kissed her.
Face all puffy like a blister,
Crying like he missed her.
Since we moved away from the house,
Where we used to play.
They say I'll understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
And I can't escape the feeling,
Maybe I'm to blame.
So I strain to listen,
Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
This feels like extradition or exile,
Mama finds it hard to smile
So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style.
She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack.
But she know I want my Dad I want my family back.

I'm on Lonely Street, age forty three.
Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me.
Took offense, took the kids,
I wish that was the end.
But before she took her leave
She took care of my best friend.
Working all the hours.
God send was not the tactic
You see, because after ten years I'm
? Wanted to make the cash
Quick so I had to work real late.
Bad sex, my woman's vex, even if I stay awake.
And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office.
I was eating. We'd do our cheating over coffees,
Making tea for the bosses.
Making free with me,
And I agree I got sleazy too easily.
But I'm forty three,
This doesn't usually happen to me.
Now I'm lonely,
I wonder what my son's doing today.
Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen
On my computer display.
And I'm drinking.
Concerned about what's down the track
If I don't get my family back.

I want my family back

I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty three.
Boarded up property,
I'll probably get pulled down.
Litter all around inside there's
No sound and no light.
But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping.
Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking.
On the way my timbers creaking,
Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose,
Knee high in refuse.
But even though I'm a slum,
I'm still of some use.
There was a time when my walls where decorated.
And under my roof children where educated.
But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed,
A crash in the economy robbed me of my family.
And no strategy, combats negative equity,
So that's it. Like violence it's drastic.
I'm freaking, and seeking to be
More than just a house for crack.
Somebody bring my family back, reverence

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"Bring My Family Back" as written by Rollo Armstrong Maxwell Fraser

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    General CommentHe's looking back on his life and wondering where it went wrong.
    rich20bon February 15, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis song is particularly poignant to me as someone who grew up with a struggling single mum after a messy divorce. It says a lot to me about family life, particularly references to children not fully understanding the conflicts of their parents lives, yet feeling the burden of them. The interesting thing is the metaphors used which leaves the song open to interpretation. Also, is the person speaking in the second verse the same person as in the first verse? If so it seems a reference to the fact people with harder upbringings struggle with relationships as adults. What is the significance of the perspective becoming a house? The song is about pain in relationships and family life. Maybe the house is a metaphor for the emptiness when a family collapses, sleaze or poverty would explain the drugs reference. Could the line "I'll probably get pulled down..." be perceived as a reference to the fragility of relationships?
    CEREALon February 17, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis song describes the break up of a family from three different perspectives. Firstly, from the point of view of a child whose father has left home: ''And I can't escape the feelin', maybe I'm to blame". Then from the point of view of the absent father: "Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today " and finally, and in my opinion, brilliantly, from the point of view of the house -here we must assume that the family have had to move out: "There was a time when my walls were decorated. And under my roof children were educated ....I'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack, somebody bring my family back".
    When I first heard this song I was stunned by that last verse.
    tropical21on June 29, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI agree with tropical21: the 3 verses do offer 3 different perspectives: the sun (I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three), the father (I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three) and the house (I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three).

    I think it's an amazing representation of a family falling apart. The perspective of the helps is such a nice touch!
    phlojoon May 14, 2008   Link

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