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Frank's Jukebox

3Indie Rock2026

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Frank's Jukebox was released on September 18, 2026 by Ernest Jenning Record Co. as a part of the album Remain Obscure

AlbumRemain Obscure

September 18, 2026

LabelErnest Jenning Record Co.

LanguageEnglish

BPM125

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

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The party was in the back but you preferred the bar up front

Where the old timers nursed their drinks in a linoleum crimson heaven

And watched your moves across the jukebox

With an approval dug from memories of their own beautiful pasts

Which palpably still last

Seemed they liked your choices too

Though when you put a dollar in that jukebox

It left little room to not know what to do

And we'd return whenever we could since it was

The closest guarantee we had to keeping us good

But that phase came to a halt the day that Curtis died

I pulled the van over and with you at my side I cried and I cried

And instead of lending me an arm you said

"Man there's something really wrong with you!"

And I said "Of course there is!"

As my tears turned to rage I smacked your pager to the ground

You opened up the door

Flipped me the bird, and took off into the night

The first time we rekindled well it must have been a year after that

It lasted just a week before some inarticulatable rule was broken

From there each pause grew longer in between

A chance encounter in a distant town

A weekend at your apartment before a hasty tongue-tied departure

Until well over a decade came to pass

Without even so much as an angry text

Then the news cut across my feed that Bill Withers had passed

I clutched my gut, took a seat, and fixated on that image of you

Glowing in the light of Frank's

Jukebox singing I'm So Tired Of Being Alone

Like a baiting mantis that eats its own

If there was a silver lining to the grief I thought

At least this would end our drought, that you'd reach out

So I walked down to the river where you used to leave me a sign

I refreshed my screen to check the line

Looked up old friends we used to share in common

Expecting you to have left them some sort of note, even if it was mean

Went to the last remaining vestige on the long since gentrified street

Ordered a glass of disgusting wine off a menu out of time

And I waited

Thought about going back to Frank's but of course

It too had been shuttered, felt relieved in a way

Walked up to Chelsea where no one looks at the walls

Afraid you'd mastered that effete art

Of avoiding any conversation with balls

Listened to Sam & Dave on repeat while I cooked a meal alone

One hand on my knife, one hand on my phone

I surrounded myself with people I love

To remind me how difficult you were

While internally anguishing over

Whether I too was better when I was awful

Ruminated on a past flawed theory of mine that used to drive you nuts

In hopes of it tickling your scalp now

But the more I ruminated the more I thought a solid one

Would have never taken us to the places that one did

I started and then I stopped to write

A song you'd have to hear so you'd have no choice but to

Face the fact that we're still here

We're still here

Written by: Brian Maryansky, Chris Leo, Neil O'Brien, Sean Greene

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