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Lonely Boy

by Frederick Julius

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thevioletglasses This album is like a combination of what sounds to me like The Beach Boys' Pet Sounds, mixed with some They Might Be Giants influences, and some very original underscoring and band work. This album just really is the best kind of indie pop, the kind that stays with you a long while after your first listen. I even heard the track Straight Talk in my dream, playing on the radio, sounding even better than it could sound in real life. Favorite track: Straight Talk.
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1.
Lonely Boy 03:02
You're a lonely boy. I was one, too. Tryin' to get somebody to love me by showin' 'em all of the things I could do. Turns out it's not that simple. Turns out it's not true for lonely boys like me and you. You're a perfect kid. So was I. Tryin' to get my daddy to want me and crushed by the weight of the old college try. Turns out it's not that simple. Turns out it's a lie for lonely boys like you and I. Come back, come back and see what you're missing. Just look what you're missing. Come back and see. You yell "Come back!" but nobody listens. Nobody listens to you or to me. You're a lonely boy. I was one, too. Tryin' to get somebody to love me and learning' there's only so much you can do. Turns out it's not that simple. Turns out a bit cruel for lonely boys like me and you.
2.
Eagle Girls 04:37
I hadn't thought of it 'til I saw them walking' down the hall - Lisa, Christy, Angie, and JoNeil. Was kinda out of it; shy flower hangin' on the wall watching' Lisa, Christy, Angie, and JoNeil. What do they do to me? Are they for real? They're gettin' through to me somehow ... I got caught up a bit makin' secret plans in Jaycee Park with Lisa, Christy, Angie, and JoNeil. Kinda grew up a bit hangin' around until after dark with Lisa, Christy, Angie, and JoNeil. What's a broken curfew to me? They made me feel everything's new to me somehow ... Eagle Girls will put your lights out. A day in their world will knock you right out. Eagle Girls will keep you comin' around. And Jill asked me "Do your parents fight like mine do? Are they always two steps behind you? Don't it make you wanna close the door?" I've thought a lot of it in the twenty years that I've been gone away from Lisa, Christy, Angie, and JoNeil. Older, but I'll admit thinkin' about 'em can switch me on. Just Lisa, Christy, Angie, and JoNeil. They're always in the rear view to me and still so real - their mystery chooses me even now ... Eagle Girls will put your lights out. A day in their world will knock you right out. Eagle Girls will keep you coming' around.
3.
Let's run away and leave this town. We could split tonight and I'd be down. But no one will notice. No one will care. Everybody's down at the pool now. We could make our escape. Dead end streets got nothing to offer and nobody's talking to us. I know you want a postcard and I want a room with a view, so let's spill secrets and disappear. Let's run away and leave this town. We could split tonight and I'd be down. But no one will notice. No one will care. All these bodies out in the graveyard wearing night like a cape and these streets got us shut like a coffin and nobody's crying for us. I know your dad is a lost cause and your mama's collecting her tears, so let's kill secrets and disappear. Let's run away and leave this town. We could split tonight and I'd be down. But no one will notice. No one will care. We're running away as fast as we can. If you take the wheel I'll pretend I'm a man. Maybe no one will notice. Maybe no one will care. Let's run away and leave this town. We could split tonight and I'd be down. But no one will notice. No one will care.
4.
Kind Susan 04:49
Susan is sweet, Susan is kind. Susan is always on my mind. Susan is sad because she's so far from home now. Susan is sweet, Susan is kind. Susan is always on my mind. Susan is sad because she's walking alone now. She writes for the campus paper, articles on the front page. She says she's in love with the smell of the ink. But some guy's got her captured in a cage. With all those words, I wonder what she thinks. Susan is sweet, Susan is kind. Susan is always on my mind. Susan is sad because she's so far from home now. Susan is sweet, Susan is kind. Susan is always on my mind. Susan is sad because she's walking alone now. I wish I could chase him away. Don't you want me chase him away? I wish I could chase him away so you could get back to the story of you. Another semester's over, they haven't solved the case. She could cover the city any day. But some guy's got her thinkin' 'bout a ring. With all those words I wonder what she'll say. Susan is sweet, Susan is kind. Susan is always on my mind. Susan is sad because she's so far from home now. Susan is sweet, Susan is kind. Susan is always on my mind. Susan is sad because she's walking alone now.
5.
I wore flannel shirts for my father. Thought they'd make me be like him. Even though I didn't want to he could always draw me in. Who is the architect? Who is to say? Regardless of the fashion you're a mannequin either way. I did funny voices for my father and always tried to make him laugh. A funny face, and he'd laugh harder while I'd cut myself in half. Who is the architect? Who is to say? Regardless of the jokes the routine don't go away. I cannot help but cry for my father for he was once a child. Even though he didn't bother and was always running wild. Who is the architect? Who is to say? Regardless of the boy the man gets built anyway.
6.
I know we're broken and it's over. It's been so hard lately to say it when both of us are scared. And she's still smiling like there's nothing wrong. Always playing, singing - lighter than the secrets in the air. Couldn't we just laugh and lie? Tell her anything to keep her from watching us die? Do we have to tell Victoria? It would break her heart into pieces. Do we have to tell Victoria? It would tear her apart. And I'll never do that to her. Our failure would rip right though her. And I'll never hurt Victoria. I know it's pointless to pretend now and our sadness lately is a sickness that hangs around the halls. Is she starting to wonder if there's something wrong? Is her gentle heartbeat troubled or does she notice it at all? It's getting harder to laugh and lie, but I'll stomach anything to keep from watching her cry. Do we have to tell Victoria? It would break her heart into pieces. Do we have to tell Victoria? It would tear her apart. And I'll never do that to her. Our failure would rip right though her. And I'll never hurt Victoria. Quiet footsteps in dark watches of the night - are you coming to tell me you're thinking it over? But then she touches my hand and whispers "Is everything alright?" and I know I can't tell her. Do we have to tell Victoria? It would break her heart into pieces. Do we have to tell Victoria? It would tear her apart. And I'll never do that to her. Our failure would rip right though her. And I'll never hurt Victoria.
7.
Shelly sits inside a Sunday morning. She can't predict the day. All she knows is that it's very cold and it will not go away. So she sits in silence thinking sadly of all the love she's lost. And though the feeling hurts her very badly she cannot count the cost. She cries "Ahhh!" It's so deep inside her. "Ahhh!" Her coffee's cold. She's growing older. "Ahhh!" She does it again 'cause the pain never ends. Shelly runs away from Sunday morning. She can't get past the gate. All she knows is that it's gaining quick and her brokenness won't wait. So she slides down in the garden puddles and drinks the fog in deep. And though the feeling makes her memory muddled she cannot start to weep. She sighs "Ahhh!" It's so deep inside her. "Ahhh!" Her skin is gray. He's gone away forever. "Ahhh!" She does it again 'cause the pain never ends.
8.
Straight talk for minute. I think I might be losing my mind. I've been trying to win it but lately I just keep on crying. I guess I'm really just a fragile affair. Straight talk - when I'm in it I get the feeling that nobody's there. Straight talk - I bear and grin it while inside everything's turning to stone. Even daylight's got a limit. These days I do my dreaming alone. Guess I'm too battered and bruised to share. Straight talk - how do you live it when it's obvious that nobody cares? Straight talk - I can't spin it. Being a nobody's bringing me down. But ask me, and I'll pin it on the fact that I don't want anybody around. Guess I'm just a sucker for solitaire. Straight talk - now I did it. I'm hearing voices everywhere. It's alright. It's okay. Jesus told me so. Straight talk - do you get it? There ain't no make up for all that I lack. Last drink then I'll hit it - a lonely road. No one comes back. Guess I'm a whisper lost in time. Straight talk for a minute. I think I might be losing my mind.
9.
Sophocles 02:32
I'd like to speak frankly, straightforward, and cold. I haven't the patience to wait 'til we're old. While the blood still runs thick through our veins, I'd like to lay close and take leave of our shame. Someone once told me that Sophocles would fight against the love of a young man who kept him up late at night. If the wisest of men to live lacked the drive what makes you think we can keep our love alive? All is lost. Things fall apart. No matter how hard we try. All is lost. You can't hit restart. But I still wonder why all is lost. The books will all tell you that Alexander was Great. Got a big empty empire but the crown came too late. If the king of the world felt deluded and fake what makes you think we can elude a heartbreak? I don't want to sing 'til I'm ancient and blue and find while I'm dying that I've slipped out of tune. While our blood still runs loyal and true I'd like to lay close. All is lost.
10.
Sailing 04:04
Can I ride this out again? Can I continue to pretend that I am not my only friend? There's something missing in the end. I suppose there's not another way. Somebody told me I'd never stay. I'm sailing away. When the night ends another day I'm sailing away. Can you promise I'll be alright? Can you help me find a light that won't burn out if it gets too bright? Or is it hopeless here tonight? I suppose there's not another way. Somebody told me I'd never stay. I'm sailing away. When the night ends another day I'm sailing away.

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This soulful and harmony-saturated song cycle from Frederick Julius covers the vast terrain between hope and despair in ten vulnerable, often confessional tunes - each one a blend of dark and bright.

Lonely Boy was recorded and produced in Los Angeles by Mike Post at Moosecat Recording Co. and represents the second full-band effort from Frederick Julius.

Featuring the signature intricate vocal harmonies and lyrics of Matt Geiler, the multi-instrumental wizardry of Mike Post, and the return of the legendary Butch Norton on drums and percussion, Lonely Boy also incorporates the phenomenal sounds of:

Jason Goldstein - Piano, Keyboards, Melotron
Freddy Hernandez - Upright Bass
Andrew Gleason - Electric Guitar
Raymond Richards - Pedal Steel


Produced and mixed by Mike Post, Lonely Boy was mastered by Will Borza (Deftones, Andrew W.K.) at Borza Mastering in Los Osos, CA.

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released September 15, 2023

Performed by Frederick Julius
Words and music on all songs by Matt Geiler
Produced by Mike Post


Recorded and mixed at Moosecat Recording in Los Angeles, CA
All songs ©2023 Sick Picnic Music (BMI)
BroCo Records/Sick Picnic Media, LLC

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Frederick Julius Omaha, Nebraska

Frederick Julius is underground, lo-fi pop music that conjures the vital sound of early Beach Boys records with lyrics that are visual experiments in the surreal. Each title in the ever-growing Frederick Julius catalogue is written and recorded by Matt Geiler in his sleepy bedroom studio, dubbed The Wonder Room, in Los Angeles, CA. ... more

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