1) is the probably the biggest member in Michigan's indie movement. Originally from Ypsilanti, Fred bases most of his music from the nearby city of Ann Arbor. He is the founder/leading member of Saturday Looks Good to Me, and is well known for his previous membership in pop-punk band Lovesick, and the "broken folk" group Flashpapr.
Fred has written songs to be produced under a solo title, as well. His songs are not only inspirational, but his melody and guitar lines are soothing, sweet, and noteworthy of superb composition.
Fred Thomas, the most amazingly kind person, who has been in many influential Michigan bands, re-located to Portland, Oregon to work on his experimental project "Boundless/Countless."
In the summer of 2007 he moved to New York City.
He has moved back and forth between New York and Michigan a few times since then and currently resides in Michigan.
2) Fred Thomas (ARAM) studied at the Royal Academy of Music and is one of London’s most sought after multi-instrumentalists and composer/arranger/producers. A member of the FIRE Collective, he is known for his breadth of musical styles as well as for specializing in creative re-interpretations of J.S. Bach, with albums on Odradek, The Silent Howl and in 2019 on ECM.
In 2018 Thomas worked with Brian Eno on the latter’s forthcoming album. He has also appeared or collaborated with Pierre-Laurent Aimard, Jordi Savall, Jarvis Cocker, Ethan Iverson, Benoît Delbecq, Elina Duni, Tamara Stefanovich, Leo Abrahams and Olivia Chaney, as well as record labels Harmonica Mundi and Realworld.
He works regularly with the National Theatre and Shakespeare’s Globe. He teaches at Trinity Laban, is published by Spartan Press and Edition Wilhelm Hansen, and has produced albums for many artists internationally. His most recent compositions were performed internationally and at the Royal Opera House.
www.fred-thomas.co.uk
Turbulence
Fred Thomas Lyrics
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And I held my breath and waited
For the world to turn inside me
But you fucked me up somethin' serious
And left a mess for whoever next would come along and find me
Lane, Lane,
Hiding in the corners of your heart
Lane, Lane,
Sleeping beneath you on your floor
Sleeping on your back porch
Even the birds would sing of the sweltering
Summer of unprecedented nervous sleep and nightmares
There was something else I had to sing myself
A song of love was coming up but never really gets there
Loneliest art of loneliness
Was always lost on you
The intricate emptiness
One plus two?
Now all the scientists and mathematicians
Are sorting through your garbage
To try to find evidence about you
But soon enough they too will be left
Because live or die you realize
The world still turns without you
Lane, Lane,
Hiding in the corners of your heart
Sleeping in the backseat of your car
Lane, Lane,
Sleeping beneath you on the floor
Sleeping on your back porch
In "Turbulence", Fred Thomas seems to be reminiscing over a past relationship with a journalist named Lane. The singer appears to still hold onto a lot of pent up emotions towards Lane, who apparently "fucked [him] up somethin' serious". However, despite the pain caused by the relationship, the singer also mentions certain spaces he associated with Lane, such as "the backseat of [her] car" and "the corners of [her] heart". He lingers over these memories even though they're filled with regret, which leads him to muse over what seems like unrequited love.
The chorus of the song repeats "Lane, Lane", and specifically highlights the places where the singer used to be with Lane: the backseat of a car, the floor, and even the back porch. He seems to be stuck in this emotional place where he can't fully let go of Lane, despite everything that happened between them.
Overall, "Turbulence" touches on the residue of a failed relationship and the inability to completely shake off the memories and feelings associated with it. The singer seems to be at a crossroads, caught between wanting to forget Lane and the pain she caused him, but also clinging to the memories of her and the times they shared regardless of the past hurt.
Line by Line Meaning
You were a journalist when we first kissed
When we first kissed, you were working as a journalist
And I held my breath and waited
I waited with bated breath
For the world to turn inside me
For my world to change completely
But you fucked me up somethin' serious
You messed me up really badly
And left a mess for whoever next would come along and find me
You left me in a mess for the next person to find me
Lane, Lane,
Addressing a person named Lane
Hiding in the corners of your heart
You're hiding something in your heart
Sleeping in the backseat of your car
Sleeping in the back of your car
Sleeping beneath you on your floor
Sleeping under you on your floor
Sleeping on your back porch
Sleeping on your back porch
Even the birds would sing of the sweltering
It was so hot that even the birds sing about it
Summer of unprecedented nervous sleep and nightmares
It was a summer when I had a lot of restless nights and bad dreams
There was something else I had to sing myself
I had something else to say
A song of love was coming up but never really gets there
I started to sing a love song but never finished it
Loneliest art of loneliness
The loneliest part of being alone
Was always lost on you
You never understood how it felt to be so alone
The intricate emptiness
The complex feeling of being empty
One plus two?
Asking a question with no clear answer
Now all the scientists and mathematicians
Even scientists and mathematicians
Are sorting through your garbage
Are trying to find information about you
To try to find evidence about you
To try and piece together who you are
But soon enough they too will be left
Eventually they will also give up
Because live or die you realize
Regardless of what happens in life or death
The world still turns without you
The world continues even if you're not there
Contributed by Annabelle V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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