Boomerang
FEiN & Nina Francis: airport delay countdown, week-or-two visits: spun back and forth like a boomerang, kiss feels like home but I wanna stay.
Listen: Bandcamp
Boomerang (with FEiN): February 1, 2016 single by Nina Francis and FEiN (Bandcamp). Written by Nina Francis and FEiN (Luke Francis Walton, Brandon Woodward); arranged, recorded, and produced by FEiN at Tiny Giant Recording; bass Brian Jones; mixed/mastered Frank Rosato. USC orbit collab: San Diego Troubadour (Apr 2016): Francis and FEiN met at USC; local radio 91X and 94.9 spun the single.
Walton co-wrote Boomerang; did not write Between Dreams (2017 production only). The USC connection predates both: Neon Tommy on the April 2014 Thornton Pop Showcase at the Troubadour lists FEiN, Nina Francis, and Nick Belcher on the same senior lineup. Not on Little Homes; a FEiN collab alongside Marry You On the Dance Floor. With Nina Francis.
Long distance as physics. The verses run on departure arithmetic, the parenthetical countdowns (six hours til I see you, then nine once the flight slips) stretching the absence before it even begins. Home gets measured in visit length: this trip will only last a week or two.
The title turns that motion into an identity the narrator can’t shake. Spun back and forth just like a boomerang, the want is plain and repeated (I wanna stay) but overruled by the return arc built into the trip. Opposite of Roadtrip (doesn’t really matter anyway): here the narrator wants the little home to stick. Pairs with Out of My Mind (can’t leave the ex in memory).
Written by Nina Francis and FEiN (Luke Francis Walton, Brandon Michael Woodward). Arranged, recorded, produced by FEiN at Tiny Giant Recording.
Lyrics
I rush, bag in hand, Straight to my gate (Six hours til I see you) Glance up at the screen Flights been delayed (Nine hours til I see you) Back row window seat Start counting sheep But as I'm flying through the air to you I know this trip will only last a week or two There in your arms, then back from where I came Spun back and forth just like a boomerang, I wanna stay, I wanna stay, I wanna stay, But I'm a boomerang Always in motion. Cold wind numbs my face As I sit on my suitcase (ten minutes til I see you) Pull up to the curb Heart starts to race (step in the car to greet you) we kiss, feels like home wherever we are but as I'm lyin in this bed with you I know this trip will only last a week or two Here in your arms I wanna stay