Frank Turner - I Am Disappeared (Show 2000 Documentary Footage)
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- I Am Disappeared (Show 2000 Documentary Footage)
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I've been going through a lot of horrible shit in the past year, and on a whim, a drunken hope, I emailed Frank to tell him how Recovery helped me. How it resonated with me. How every single album before that was a story of my life. Kinda poured my heard out to a bloke who I always thought was a good dude, ever since I met him at a Million Dead gig.
He replied. It's meant so, so much. That's all. Frank, to a lot of people, is really quite a big deal. And to me, one single response has helped me stop taking SSRI's. Ai, I might be struggling with the whole alcohol thing still, but it's a work in progress.
You are a nice person. You deserve to be loved. I want to give you a hug. Be more kind. Love the person that desperately needs it. No one is perfect and everyone should just try stroking more cats. Or dogs. I have 7 cats, so I might be jaded.
I love you all. You are strong.
Jack
x
I hope the 2 people that like this, helps enough.
He is my favourite, while typing this. Havent been brought to tears from a song in years, and photosynthesis gets me every time EVERY time
@@johnnyscifi We're all in this together :)
I once emailed him too...I think I deleted the email from my inbox out of embarrassment, but I just messaged him to tell him how good it was to have sing-a-long modern songs to play at parties and pubs that people can enjoy that don't have to be played by someone called ED. I remember he emailed me back and said: "I was really having a shit day and this email has cheered my right up, thanks for the kind words. FT". I think I made both our days a little happier and why Covid-19 is finally and hopefully cured, I will be back for another 'nambuca' show/ ;)
We love you Jack. Take care of yourself.
This song means a lot to me.
Not only did the girl who introduced it to me disappear over night, I have always had this urge to grab my tent and some clothes and just leave, and never stop moving and never come back.
Got shivers watching this..... Very powerful and please God we can all enjoy another gig soon.
I don't know if it's the quarantine talking but the thought of disappearing is so heavy on my mind right now. I love Frank
The only thing that would have made this song better is being in that crowd while frank belted it out ♥️
A friend introduced me to FT a while ago, took me some time, but now I'm hooked. Long live FT.
My favourite song of his and what a special performance.
until the off-beat clapping, holy FUCK crowd
Man i fcking miss this shit :/
It's gonna be a big one next time we meet.
Years ago, I saw this guy open for Flogging Molly. I remember turning to my friend, and saying "we got to see this guy before he got famous" and holy shit. Thank you, Frank, for putting so much in to your music. Been a long time fan. Love ya.
same, but with Social Distortion - Frank literally sold me my CD at the gig
Same in Atlanta GA February/March of 2008(ish). I cried listening to The Queen Is Dead (slow)and I still do sometimes when I'm deep enough in my cups. Frank's music has been an honor and a blessing!
Jesus..does it get any better than this?
simple answer is no
Always appear to get dust in my eyes when I listen to this song . Long live FT 🥰
Is someone cutting onions around here? LOL
God Damn!! This song actually gives me the chills....
Dear Frank Turner, this is MY FAVORITE SONG TOO! What lyrics and passion, what a sTORY!!!! Thank you!
Seeing Frank Turner with The Interrupters soon in Denver! Can not wait for this show!
The best version I’ve heard of this song!
Amazing live version!!!!!
I remember seeing this in warrington, this was the third time I cried at that concert. Happy tears. Beautiful song.
2020 needs this
This is his best song!!!!
Wow what a beautiful song
Love you, Frank! Thank you for this song. God bless.
I wish I could transport myself and be there for this. Frank didn't play this at the concert I was at but still amazing as always
Muuuuhhh heart.....muhhh soul
Great version!! Of a great song 👍👍👍
This is my favourite song too.
Perfection!
What an amazing song and performance 🔥
Best lyric ever !!!
Lovely recording, Frank's such a passionate performer
So glad my favourite song of his is mine also :D
Great
Thank you!
Amazing.. Come to Brazil Frank!
PLEASE COME TO BRAZIL
I view life as a gift. It's a principal gift for all. I don't escaping. I live every second of my life and I think you should to
I change my mind because I am one. You are another human being just like me I turn into my mum.her way was best for me because she loved me so much
this video is a perfect example of why fans SHOULD NOT START THEIR OWN CLAPPING RYTHEM SECTION! Aside from the premature eclapulation, this is an amazing version. the emotions this song evokes in everyone, frank included, is so evident here.
the one positive thing about people clapping is that they at least don't have their phones in their hands. other than that I agree, ruins the mood and recording :-)
i 100% agree that what you said is dumb.
Hahahahaha... yyyyyyeeaaa
"Premature eclapulation" is a brilliant phrase, I don't care about the actual occurrence because the shows are so emotionally charged and positive but this is a great phrase.
I was so glad they realised their error and stopped.
❤
How funny frank, I Am Disappeared is also my favorite song that you have written
Wow
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I keep having dreams
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
Terrified of her own insides
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst
She keeps having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
So she can always run
She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up and not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says you just can't live this way
And I close my eyes and I never say
I'm still having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door
So I can always run
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone
And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
So I climb in
We don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country
We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
The beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country
Nope nope nope nope...this is EVERYTHING! Yep!! xx❤️
Always annoying when the crowd cannot manage to clap the correct tempo.
I Returned. "daN"
It's mine also. But I have to ask the question why is it not on songbook
it is ;)
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I think this version is meant. :)
Don't clap.... at shows.... don't do it
Alguien que la tenga subtitulada en castellano???
john k sampson guitar pattern
Hello what are you scared of. Then I fear I looked at the problem in the face I am. I one on one with it. I imagine it's just as big as me. Not bigger than me. I say what I say because I accept me first not the problem. Reality that's am I going to do. I realise I can get it wrong. That's where I started from. I find it now good running away you are still going to end up with you.
InDeedD
I Was Disappeared
"daN"
Like Noel Gallagher, a True ..TRUE Wordsmith and warrior Poet
White clapping 👎
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I keep having dreams
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
Terrified of her own insides
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst
She keeps having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
So she can always run
She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up and not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says you just can't live this way
And I close my eyes and I never say
I'm still having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door
So I can always run
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone
And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
So I climb in
We don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country
We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
The beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country