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UNarmed American
03:06
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UNarmed American
I've got an itchy trigger finger but I only
Kill with kindness
I'm the greatest gunslinger because I see
Through the blindness
My hand is on the handle but you've
Got the tighter grip
I'm aiming at a target that we may never hit
I am unarmed American
There's pictures in my wallet
Of the kids I bring to school
I never need to flaunt it or use it like a tool
Teachers should be teaching
Not reaching for a drawer
Or silently screaming when the devil's at the door
Yes I am unarmed American
You and I we share a high capacity
Yours is on your shoulder and mine's a sensibility
You're clutching a ghost in your hand
Invisible and alarming
Can someone help me understand
How this is disarming
Yes I am unarmed American
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2. |
Go To Bed Hungry
04:17
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Go To Bed Hungry
Got a head like granite
I fly into a panic
I can take a punch but not by you
I'm too weak to cover up
It's the same storm but a different boat
Sailing and sinking
Bailing and drinking
We get washed away
In our sea of stew
We can't serve or be served
Without spilling the soup
What was lovely get's ugly
If only we ladled one more scoop
We go to bed hungry
And we wake up hungrier
It's a carousel conversation
I ride the prancer, you ride the sleigh
We are held together by centrifugal force
Spinning faster until I'm thrown from the horse
Now it's tasting like a yellow jacket's
Flown into the food
It's time to eat from a different basket
We go to bed hungry
And we wake up hungrier
I am maintained but only dusted
Self sustained until I'm busted
Even in retreat this hero's got to eat
And when the bedroom get's cold and damp
Better set the bed on fire
It'll light the room just enough to see
We go to bed hungry and we wake up hungrier
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A Murder Of Crows
03:41
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A Murder Of Crows
It's not where you stand
It's where you choose to sit
And under whose command
Will you benefit
It's a blur in the memory
It's hiding in the shadows
Wrap me and comfort me
But don't get too close
Because we're giving up our freedom
For temporary safety
A conspiracy of ravens
A murder of crows
Two is company
Three's a crowd
Four's a riot
But you and me
We came for poetry
Hoping to buy it
It's a blur in the memory
A game of dominos
Toppling down in front of me
Steady as she goes
Because we're giving up our freedom
For temporary safety
A conspiracy of ravens
A murder of crows
Children playing among heroes
Better buckle up
We can frame this any way we want
But that won't make it art
It's a blur in the memory
A punch on the nose
The knockout of the century
Landing on your toes
Because we're giving up our freedom
For temporary safety
A conspiracy of ravens
A parliament of magpies
A tyranny of kingbirds
A murder of crows
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Ithaca
05:08
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Ithaca
My sarcasm did not take
So I waited for the words to come
We were divided in our goals
Hoping for the same outcome
I'm just a handmaid hammer in an old toolbox
Living in a blind bubble
While you're shooting holes in my story
I'm guessing there's no time for rebuttal
We drove into Ithaca
The signs in the East say we're under attack
Way up North in Ithaca
You can't blame a man for fighting back.
It's not the years it's the miles
It's not the weathered roof of your Subaru
It's just everything around here either bites or stings
So I guess I won't mention you know who (trump)
And you don't need to live by the slaughterhouse
To know what's cooking
You don't need to be the first to announce
We're more than a couple of hundred miles from Brooklyn
We drove into Ithaca
Way up where the air is thin
We got in to Ithaca
How can you win when the enemies within
You wear those pants better than me
I'm barely a half mowed lawn
The other half is my ideology
Jumping from the window
And moving on
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Only Ugly When You Cry
03:58
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Only Ugly When You Cry
Time to clear the gutters
Before those sparks start to fly
Grab a hammer and nail the shutters
Before we’re both trapped inside
I’d like to smooth out your rough waters
I’d like to take you past the breakers
But I’m caught in the tide
You’re only ugly when you cry
You’re only ugly when I make you cry
I’d like to kill you with kindness
I’ve got an itch trigger finger
If I could find you in this darkness
I’d be the greatest gunslinger
I’d like to run through your sprinklers
I want to get my two feet wet
And I’ll meet you on the other side
You’re inly ugly when you cry
So kick me under the table
Hang me out to dry
Spin me off your turntable
You’re only ugly when you cry
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Die Trying
04:04
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I remember six inches for Jesus
At the School of the Sacred Heart
We got so close we could taste it
If we got too close they tore us apart
I’ve been dancing that way ever since
What we learn young we hold forever
So when fortune smiles I’ll be miles ways
That grin will see the back of me
Looks like I’m going to die trying any way
Looks like I’m going to die trying any way
Still I’m searching for an upside
Something I can sink my teeth into
Sometimes love is only a point of pride
Sometimes love is what we lose
Looks like I’m going to die trying any way
Looks like I’m going to die trying any way
Looks like I’ll laugh it off, laugh it off One more day
So call me by my family name
Look me up on your cellular phone
I’ve got pictures and words you’ve never heard
I am known to be unknown
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A Blur In The Memory
01:12
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UNarmed American (solo)
I've got an itchy trigger finger but I only
Kill with kindness
I'm the greatest gunslinger because I see
Through the blindness
My hand is on the handle but you've
Got the tighter grip
I'm aiming at a target that we may never hit
I am unarmed American
There's pictures in my wallet
Of the kids I bring to school
I never need to flaunt it or use it like a tool
Teachers should be teaching
Not reaching for a drawer
Or silently screaming when the devil's at the door
Yes I am unarmed American
You and I we share a high capacity
Yours is on your shoulder and mine's a sensibility
You're clutching a ghost in your hand
Invisible and alarming
Can someone help me understand
How this is disarming
Yes I am unarmed American
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Mickelson San Francisco, California
Scott Mickelson is an artist/producer from San Francisco. His debut release FLICKERING was on the Grammy ballot for Best Folk Album and Best Roots Music Performance. His follow up A WONDROUS LIFE received great reviews and led to his first European tour in 2019. Mickelson appears in NPR Radio, Huffington Post, No Depression, Glide Magazine, Paste Magazine, PopMatters, Alternative Press Magazine... ... more
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