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Song Poem SHT (EP)

by SHT Musik

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1.
Nancy Hanks 02:18
If Nancy Hanks came back as a ghost Seeking news of what she loved most She´d ask first where is my son What´s happened to Abe? What´s he done? Poor little Abe left all alone Except for Tom who´s a rolling stone He was only nine the year I died I remember still how hard he cried. Scrapin´ along in a little shack With hardly a shirt to cover his back And prairie winds to blow him down Or pinchin´times if he went to town Four score and seven years ago Our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, Conceived in liberty, And dedicated to the proposition That all men are created equal. (and women) You wouldn´t know about my son Did he grow tall? Did he have fun? Did he learn to read? Did he get to town? Do you know his name? Did he get on? Mommy dearest come to me Mommy dearest hear my plea Mommy dearest where are you? Mommy dearest I love you
2.
Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They grew a little wild. How do you know your Bog is dood My darling little child? We know because we wish it so That is enough, they cried, And straight within each infant eye Stood up the flame of pride, And if you do not think it so You shall be crucified. Then tell me, darling little ones, What's dood, suppose Bog is? Just what we think, the answer came, Just what we think it is. They bowed their heads. Our Bog is ours And we are wholly his. But when they raised them up again They had forgotten me Each one upon each other glared In pride and misery For what was dood, and what their Bog They never could agree. Oh sweet it was to leave them then, And sweeter not to see, And sweetest of all to walk alone Beside the encroaching sea, The sea that soon should drown them all, That never yet drowned me.
3.
I´m Nobody 03:44
I´m nobody Who are you? I´m nobody Are you nobody too? A pair of us Don´t you dare tell They´d banish us Straight to hell Don´t you know I´m nobody Who are you? (who are you?) I´m nobody Are you nobody too? (are you nobody too?) Being somebody A man among mice (a man among mice) Being somebody You sacrifice (you sacrifice) Living your life Under scrutiny (under scrutiny) No warm blankets Of privacy You can have my fifteen minutes of fame I don´t want it, don´t wanna be a household name Don´t get me wrong, the fortune would be nice But in the end I´ve seen the piper pay the price The piper always pays the price I´m nobody Who are you (who are you?) I´m nobody Are you nobody too (are you nobody too?) I´m nobody Who are you?
4.
Nobody heard him, the dead man, Still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought (X 3) And not waving... but drowning. Poor guy always loved playin´ Now he’s dead Must have been too cold his heart gave way, ( X 3) They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life (X 3) And not waving... but drowning. But drowning...
5.
The Station 04:52
Deep down in our minds eye We think we´re on a trip. The train is speeding down the tracks. The landscape flies by quick. Children wave at crossings. Cows graze on a hill. Smoke pours out of the power plants, Rows and rows of fields. Flatlands change to valleys, Hills to mountains tall. City skyline in the distance, Busy shopping malls. First thing on all our minds, Where we will end up. Crowds will cheer when we arrive, We´ll win the golden cup. Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for, It blows for you. We´re speeding towards the station, Our final rendezvous. Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for, It blows for you my friend. We´re speeding towards the station The station´s a dead end. We´re speeding towards the station The station´s a dead end. Oh what fun we dream about, As we pace the aisles. Anticipation´s killing us, Just one more blessed mile. Someday I will get that girl, I will own that car, The kids will all finish school Then I can retire. So much easier said than done But we must realize, Our beloved station Will never materialize The station´s always just ahead, Just around the bend. The station is a dream that lives Only in our heads. It´s all in our heads oh.... It´s not the stuff of here and now that Drives us all to drink. It´s painful times of yesterday, Frettin´ what tomorrow brings. Try to cry a little less, Laugh a little more. Dance and play all that you can. What you waitin´ for? Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for, It blows for you. We´re speeding towards the station, Our final rendezvous. Don´t ask me who the whistle blows for, It blows for you my friend. We´re speeding towards the station The station´s a dead end. I know it´s easier said than done but Try and comprehend, The station´s a dead end. It´s just around the bend. The station´s a dead end.
6.
Citizen Rage 04:59
I witness history The working man, that´s me. I feed and clothe the world. I find a pretty girl. Storms pass through my world. Someday I dream I´ll... Rage against the machine Rage against the politics so obscene. Rage not just look away. Rage at the system´s decay. War is waging still. Forget and pay the bills. Growl as my blood spills. Forget and take a pill. Some day I won´t forget Who robbed me as I slept, And promises not kept. Someday I´ll rise and... Rage against the machine Rage against the politics so obscene. Rage not just look away. Rage at the system´s decay. I am the people. I am the mob. I do my best. I do my job. Talk about the weather. My joy and pain I sing. Why do I even bother? Doesn´t change a thing. Someday I won´t forget Who robbed me as I slept And promises not kept Stare at the TV set Me and my three sons How the West was won Pa would grab his gun Blast out his... Rage against the machine Rage against the politics so obscene. Rage not just look away. Rage against the system, make way. Rage against the system Rage against the system Rage against the system, make way.
7.
If Nancy Hanks came back as a ghost Seeking news of what she loved most She´d ask first where is my son What´s happened to Abe? What´s he done? Poor little Abe left all alone Except for Tom who´s a rolling stone He was only nine the year I died I remember still how hard he cried. Scrapin´ along in a little shack With hardly a shirt to cover his back And prairie winds to blow him down Or pinchin´times if he went to town Four score and seven years ago Our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, Conceived in liberty, And dedicated to the proposition That all men are created equal. (and women) You wouldn´t know about my son Did he grow tall? Did he have fun? Did he learn to read? Did he get to town? Do you know his name? Did he get on? Mommy dearest come to me Mommy dearest hear my plea Mommy dearest where are you? Mommy dearest I love you

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released February 3, 2016

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SHT Musik Valencia, Spain

Like the Lettermen segment from whence comes the name of this project, these are my stupid human tricks. They are simple home recordings done almost always as a one-man band.
Mostly the songs are about the human condition, my personal trials and tribulations with inner demons and addictions, and anything else that I find interesting or amusing.
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