“You Ain’t My Crowd” by Follow Floor Five – A Song Feature

     Of course, Germany is not the original source of Southern Rock. Nor is the country known for its Blues. Still, Follow Floor Five showcased a Bluesy Southern Rock gem with its release of “You Ain’t My Crowd.”  The same disassociation of genre and country of origin applies to Italy. But in marches Follow Floor Five with a song submission accompanied by a German flag of black, red and gold. Investigations found links of the band to Italy or to the United States. The story has more flare if we assume that the U.S. is not a possibility, but that assumption is not tied to anything other than story preferences.
 
     The music of Follow Floor Five identifies Luca Bonsignore as the driving force. He is a composer and producer. Regarding his song:
  “You Ain’t My Crowd” is a bold statement of independence – gritty guitars, raw vocals, and an unapologetic groove. Follow Floor Five channel the spirit of standing alone, turning defiance into anthem energy. Perfect for Alt-Rock and Indie playlists where attitude meets authenticity.
 
     “You Ain’t My Crowd” by Follow Floor Five 

Lyrics of “You Ain’t My Crowd” by Follow Floor Five
Seen y’all dancin’ when the light was high…
Drinkin’ from my flame, singin’ my name.
Feelin’ real close.
 
But when the fire dimmed,
I looked around…
And every goddamn seat was cold.
 
They came runnin’
when the champagne poured,
when the beat dropped
and the roof got tore.
Flashbulb faces,
all teeth and gold,
chantin’ my name
like a lie they sold.
 
Where you at when the lights go black?
You only love me when I don’t crack.
You ain’t my crowd.
Nah…You ain’t my fucking crowd.
 
Got hands on my shoulder
when I’m on the stage,
but none by my side
when I’m locked in rage.
Got likes on my fall,
hearts on my pain,
but no one’s callin’
when I drown in rain.
Don’t pretend like you were there.
When my soul was fucking bare.
Not you.
Sure not you.
Don’t fake that crown.
 
Seen y’all dancin’ when the light was high…
Drinkin’ from my flame, singin’ my name.
Feelin’ real close.
 
But when the fire dimmed,
I looked around…
And every goddamn seat was cold.
 
They came runnin’
when the champagne poured,
when the beat dropped
and the roof got tore.
Flashbulb faces,
all teeth and gold,
chantin’ my name
like a lie they sold.
 
Where you at when the lights go black?
You only love me when I don’t crack.
You ain’t my crowd.
Nah…
You ain’t my fucking crowd.
 
Got hands on my shoulder
when I’m on the stage,
but none by my side
when I’m locked in rage.
Got likes on my fall,
hearts on my pain,
but no one’s callin’
when I drown in rain.
 
Don’t pretend like you were there.
Yeah-yeah
When my soul was fucking bare.
Not you.
Not you.
 
Don’t fake that crown.
I watched the room when I fell down slow.
Silence screamed.
Not a damn soul showed.
Just me.
My breath.
And the echo of cheers
from the night before.
 
Next time I rise,
don’t reach for my flame.
 
This fire ain’t yours.
You ain’t my crowd.
You ain’t my fucking crowd.
 
Instrumental bridge
 
I watched the room when I fell down slow.
Silence screamed.
Not a damn soul showed.
Just me.
My breath.
And the echo of cheers
from the night before.
Next time I rise,
don’t reach for my flame.
This fire ain’t yours.
You ain’t my crowd.
You ain’t my fucking crowd.