Front Porch Against the Fear Machine
folk, Raw porch-punk folk-country, warm male vocals over strummed acoustic, snappy handclaps, woody upright bass, sawin’ fiddle and wheezy harmonica. Mid-tempo two-step groove; verses tight and talky, leaning into sarcasm and side-eye. Chorus opens up into rowdy group singalong with call-and-response, stomps and shouty harmonies. Small-room reverb on vocal, harmonica answers key punchlines, band feels loose, human, and a little unhinged by the last pass., country, raw, vocal, warm, acoustic
Front Porch Against the Fear Machine
folk, Raw porch-punk folk-country, warm male vocals over strummed acoustic, snappy handclaps, woody upright bass, sawin’ fiddle and wheezy harmonica. Mid-tempo two-step groove; verses tight and talky, leaning into sarcasm and side-eye. Chorus opens up into rowdy group singalong with call-and-response, stomps and shouty harmonies. Small-room reverb on vocal, harmonica answers key punchlines, band feels loose, human, and a little unhinged by the last pass., country, raw, vocal, warm, acoustic
Lyrics
Stacked real high by the checkout racks
“Blame that stranger you never met”
While they steal your house and call it debt
Flag on the truck
Bible on the dash
Mouth full of love
Other hand on the cash
They say “We’re the good guys
Trust us
Dear”
Funny how the good guys run on fear
So clap back
Clap back
Front porch choir
We don’t bow down to a busted liar
If your love draws borders
It ain’t love here
We pass the bread
Not the blame or the beer
Hands up
Hands up
We’re all in this
Your neighbor’s pain is the thing you missed
We choose each other over hate this year
(hey!) front porch against the fear machine
My dear
They point down low
They punch up poor
“Somebody’s coming for your back porch door”
But it ain’t the migrant
It’s the millionaire
With a tax-cut chainsaw and a folding chair
They shout “law and order” through a crooked mic
Lock up the weak for the boss’s strike
Preach small government till it’s time to pry
Into your bedroom
Your book shelf
Your mind
So clap back
Clap back
Front porch choir
We don’t bow down to a busted liar
If your love draws borders
It ain’t love here
We pass the bread
Not the blame or the beer
Hands up
Hands up
We’re all in this
Your neighbor’s pain is the thing you missed
We choose each other over hate this year
(woo!) front porch against the fear machine
My dear
They say “It’s just jokes
Can’t you take a joke?”
While they choke the hope from regular folk
I’ll laugh along
But the laugh’s on them
‘Cause we outnumber every one of their friends
Grandma
The drag queen
The kid who’s scared
The farmer
The nurse
Everybody who cares
We’re the big tent circus they can’t outlaw
Love’s our only weapon
And it breaks their jaw (oh yeah)
So clap back
Clap back
Front porch choir
We don’t bow down to a busted liar
If your love draws borders
It ain’t love here
We pass the bread
Not the blame or the beer
Hands up
Hands up
We’re all in this
Your neighbor’s pain is the thing you missed
We choose each other over hate this year
(hey!) front porch against the fear machine
My dear
(yeah) front porch against the fear machine
My dear