Whiskey & Oatmeal EP

by Skunkmello

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released November 16, 2012

Skunkmello - www.facebook.com/skunkmello

Matt Bartlett - Guitar / Vocals / Harmonica
Ed Cuervo - Bass
Jono Ori - Drums

Collection of live studio tracks recorded @ Serious Business Recording Studios for your listening delight

Engineered by Hansdale Hsu.
Mastered by Ed Cuervo.
Produced by Moped Music

Contact us : skunkmello@gmail.com

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

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Track Name: Whiskey and Oatmeal
Whiskey and Oatmeal

Well I
Ain't got no shoes on my feet
No I don't
Said I
Ain't got no shoes on my feet
No I don't

Well I can't even feel no pain
No I ain't got no no pain to feel
Must be from all the cocaine
And living off whiskey and oatmeal aright

Well I
Ain't got no friends in this place
No I don't
Said I
Ain't got no friends in this place
No I don't

Well I got to get away now, you know it's time
Got to get myself a breather
Go to another place, whoa to find
That I ain't got no friends there neither

Well I
Ain't got no cards in my hand
No I don't
Said I
Ain't got no cards in my hand
No I don't

Well I got all my chips in the fray
No I got nothing no no left to bet
Don't ask me why I throw it all away
I guess I bought a little time to forget

Well I
Know my Jesus coming soon
Yea I know it
Said I
Know my Jesus coming soon
Yea I know it

Yea I know that motherfucker gonna be here soon
He gonna save my soul, yeah I know it
Hope he get here before tomorrow in the afternoon
Before I get another chance to blow it

On whiskey and oatmeal aright
On whiskey and oatmeal aright
On whiskey and oatmeal aright
On whiskey and oatmeal
Track Name: Street Prophet
Street Prophet

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 you're 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 old timer
Prophet of the fallen man
Look me up and here I am
I'm outdoors, bench sleeper
Up yours, night creeper
Pariah of society
Here my raw philosophy

Getting high, feeling alright
Letting loose, you know I might
And when I see that cop come round
I roll the other side of town
Talk to God now don't you know
He calls me brother eskimo
Listen up here when I say
Wouldn't have it any other way

Cus I'm a stone cold street rhymer
Good-old old timer
Prophet of the fallen man
Look me up and here I am
I'm outdoors, bench sleeper
Up yours, night creeper
Pariah of society
Here my raw philosophy

Out my mouth the words do flow
From where they come nobody knows
They 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 gots to rearrange
Before them goddamned seasons change

Cus I'm a stone cold street rhymer
Good-old old timer
Prophet of the fallen man
Look me up and here I am
I'm outdoors, bench sleeper
Up yours, night creeper
Pariah of society
Here my raw philosophy
Track Name: White Van Speaker Scam
White Van Speaker Scam

Who's that rolling up in the pick-up truck
Got something for me
I wanna sell you this super sweat stereo
That I got for free
Say it again say it again fella
I don't know if I understand
He said I'm selling you this stereo cheap
In the store it cost 3 grand

Well I'm just getting gas, I ain't got no cash
Say what you got in your wallet? All I need's a hundred more
I'm just filling my tank, don't wanna hit no bank
Don't worry my good sir, there's an ATM in the store
And so I must concede, I overcome by greed
And blinded by circumstance, I never saw the score

It was a white van speaker scam
Whoa
White van speaker scam
I said now motherfucker and goddamn
Whoa
White van speaker scam

Well what's with the secret operation
Why the great deal on this gear
I'm just a speaker guy
Need some money for some beer
I said I got to know,
yea got to know the facts
He said it was the best there is
A brand called Paramax

Well now I should have known, and when I got it home
That sweet little stereo didn't sound so fucking hot
No it buzzed and screamed; It acted something mean
Didn't take me all that long to figure out that I'd got got
And to avoid this mess, and save yourself the stress
Don't buy no speakers in no Hess parking lot

It was a white van speaker scam
Whoa
White van speaker scam
I said now motherfucker and goddamn
Whoa
White van speaker scam
Track Name: Easy Come, Easy Go
Easy Come, Easy Go

Spanish as the moonlight stains the sea
And the waves they rise and fall so gently
Sitting back sipping on a lonely friend
Trying real hard just to pretend
That she was not the only one for me

Well I held her off as long as I could bear
But her words would twist and tumble through the air
A thirty-eight special and a bag of blow
And they chased me down to Mexico
And now they wanna put me in the chair

Well I'd sell my soul at a modest price
But I won't be no sacrifice
You whispered words but mine were true
And I'm the man who killed a man for you

And it goes whoa whoa whoa
Easy come now easy go
Well he wound up on the wrong side of my gun
And I say hey hey hey
Yea I'm better off this way
Cus I can't get close to no one on the run

Well you know I ain't been much for killing men
But If you asked me I'd shoot him down again
Ain't nobody gonna make a fool outa me
And expect to get off peacefully
The blood is on her hands in the end

Well I'd sell my soul at a modest price
But I won't be no sacrifice
You whispered words but mine were true
And I'm the man who killed a man for you

And it goes whoa whoa whoa
Easy come now easy go
Well he wound up on the wrong side of my gun
And I say hey hey hey
Yea I'm better off this way
Cus I can't get close to no one on the run

Whoa whoa oh black magic love
It was all, all that I could afford
I didn't mean to make nobody dead
Just shoot a motherfucker in the head
His dying was between him and the Lord

Well I'd sell my soul at a modest price
But I won't be no sacrifice
You whispered words but mine were true
And I'm the man who killed a man for you

And it goes whoa whoa whoa
Easy come now easy go
Well he wound up on the wrong side of my gun
And I say hey hey hey
Yea I'm better off this way
Cus I can't get close to no one on the run