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Street Prophet / Running For My Life

by Skunkmello

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Street Prophet 04:32
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Ain’t got no home but I don’t care I just found some underwear To earn a dime I’ll do a dance To save some time I’ll piss my pants Look at you, you think your smart Well you ain’t got no shopping cart Sure you got your stuff ok But I can up and roll away Cus I’m a stone cold, street rhymer Good old, ol' timer Prophet of the fallen man Look me up and here I'm Out doors, bench sleeper Up yours, night creeper Pariah of society Hear my raw philosophy Getting’ high, feelin’ alright Lettin’ loose, you know I might When I see that cop come round I roll the other side of town Talk to God, don’t ya know Calls me brother Eskimo Listen up here when I say Wouldn’t have it any other way Out my mouth the words do flow From where they come God only knows The only way to shut me up To put some change into my cup Got some rags and paper sheets Got some bags tied round my feets My clothes I gotta re-arrange Before them goddamned seasons change
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Running For My Life 04:58
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Well I was sitting up at Coolhand Luke’s Minding my own gaze When up strolled Warren Beatty And Miss Faye Dunaway He calls out to the barkeep A margarita for the dame And pours himself a glass of salt And he offers me the same The barkeep yelled well Hollywood hell You ain’t no Bonnie and Clyde And they went reaching for their two by fours I went running for my life Well I was feeling kinda hungry When the authors called the cops They were looking everywhere for Baudelaire I was looking for a pizza shop The heat stormed in and stole my slice Convinced it was for the cause The black and blues convinced me too Though I ain’t sure of what it was Well it’s hard to tell how mozzarell Could ever cause such strife Till I was on the streets without my eats And running for my life Well I sat down to a deck of cards And decided to play a game It was me and Charlie Sheen and Mary Magdalene And a dealer named John Wayne The play was fast, the drink was hard The talk was rather loud They began to scream and cause a scene They began to draw a crowd Well she shot first and the crowd dispersed The Duke went for his knife I said to them, well shit you win And went running for my life Well I got in a tempest With that bar-room gin-soaked queen She wasn’t quite form Memphis But she was certainly of the sceneAnd visions of Johanna Just ain’t my cup of Joe No, I prefer cabanas And them roadhouse bungalows But she said to me all sensibly Boy, you could use a wife And I said to her I wasn’t sure And went running for my life So now I’m on the doorstep Of some downtown urban shrine There used to be a future here But now there’s only time I don’t remember how or when I happened to this place But now it seems so hard to breath I need some outer space So remember me to all the rest And don’t forget to write Make the address to heading west And running for my life

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released April 20, 2019

Skunkmello is:
Matt Bartlett – Lead Vox, Guitar, Slide
Ed Cuervo – Bass, Vox
Jono Ori – Drums, Vox

Produced by: Ed Cuervo
Recorded at Big Blue Studios
Mixing and Engineering: Ed Cuervo
Mastering: Paul Gold, Salt Mastering
Artwork: James Everhart

All Songs © 2019 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2019 Skunkmello LLC

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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.

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