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

Well that was ridiculously phenomenal. If you were there, I want your life.

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.

My favourite song of his and what a special performance.

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.

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

Man i fcking miss this shit :/ It's gonna be a big one next time we meet.

Jesus..does it get any better than this?

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.

Always appear to get dust in my eyes when I listen to this song . Long live FT 🥰

Dear Frank Turner, this is MY FAVORITE SONG TOO! What lyrics and passion, what a sTORY!!!! Thank you!

I remember seeing this in warrington, this was the third time I cried at that concert. Happy tears. Beautiful song.

God Damn!! This song actually gives me the chills....

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!!!!!

This is his best song!!!!

Muuuuhhh heart.....muhhh soul

2020 needs this

Thank you!

Wow what a beautiful song

Great version!! Of a great song 👍👍👍

Love you, Frank! Thank you for this song. God bless.

Perfection!

What an amazing song and performance 🔥

Best lyric ever !!!

Lovely recording, Frank's such a passionate performer

Great

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

This is my favourite song too.

Amazing.. Come to Brazil Frank!

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.

So glad my favourite song of his is mine also :D

❤

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

Wow

How funny frank, I Am Disappeared is also my favorite song that you have written

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

I Returned. "daN"

Alguien que la tenga subtitulada en castellano???

Always annoying when the crowd cannot manage to clap the correct tempo.

Don't clap.... at shows.... don't do it

john k sampson guitar pattern

It's mine also. But I have to ask the question why is it not on songbook

InDeedD

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.

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