1. |
Intro
00:30
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2. |
Airstream
03:26
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Airstream
Written by: Scott Mickelson
I bought a 30 foot Airstream
with silver and blue streaks
bordered by two fences
It's got a customized kitchen
and plenty of room out back.
If I had a dog it would run for miles
I built a satellite dish
behind the front gate
I get all 60 stations now
They keep me company
when I come home too tired
from guarding supermarket
parking lots
You could say it's all that I want
all that need
living in the Airstream
My whole word is right at
my fingertips
all within reach and it's
aerodynamic
'Cause I ain't doing god's work
So I go out dancing
to country and western
you don't need a partner
And I'm a first name basis
some call him god or Jesus
I call him Hank
I've been thinkin' about moving
to Alaska
I hear that its cleaner
I've seen lots of pictures.
I'll just take this home off the blocks
go where I want all at my leisure
Cause I ain't doing God's work
I'd like to take things simple
Once I woke up hiding in
the bathtub
sleeping in the bathtub
angels in my head.
I knew then I was too complicated
and this when I said
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3. |
Cowboy Tune
03:53
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Cowboy Tune
Written by: Scott Mickelson
Time to put away the toys
don't you want to play with
the big boys
Got whiff of what's on your mind
got a good whiff of what's on
your mind.
Well I ain't too well mannered
but I wield a mighty hammer.
I mean that in the best of ways
I'm always trying to keep it
in the lane
I know I'm simple it runs in
the family
So don't ask why I ain't burning up the sky
with my natural ability.
Your so sharp tongued as cold
as a gun
but you're young and lovely
I hope you'll find I'm more refined
That the cowboys around me
Down at the meat packing factory
we talk a lot about you
We wonder if you're able
It takes a lot to bring that burger
to the table
So join us for a drink
enough to thin the blood
I swear you'll never find me
on the wrong end of a barstool
I'll stay wide eyed
So don't ask why I ain't burning
up the sky
with my natural ability
I ain't blind I know I'm simple
it runs in the family
You're so sharp tongued as
cold as a gun
but you're young and lovely
I hope you'll find I'm more refined
Than the cowboys around me
I grew up with your dad
we both played on the same teams
That was thirty years ago
He's no longer around anyhow
He was friend of mine
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4. |
Mouth Like A Trucker
04:34
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5. |
Bullets In My Briefcase
03:48
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Bullets In My Briefcase
Written by: Scott Mickelson
As blue as acetylene
as pink as Jane Mansfield's house
I'm still breathing it in while you're
letting it out
I won't call you and it hurts like hell
I won't follow you and it hurts
like hell
I won't take the time to look you up
and it hurts like hell
You are a sense of great wonder
and I am evil and untrue
Besieged by armies I was fingered for murder
and it's all because of you
But I won't wake you and it hurts like hell
I won't shake you and it hurts
like hell
I won't take the time to take
you there
and it hurts like hell
I watch lie in wait
I'm on the prowl
Does it make me insane
that I want to be near you
I'm just trying to rid my brain
I better settle down
There's bullets in my briefcase
my hand is on the handle
I'm shaking in my shoes
And if you turn your pretty little back to me
There's no telling what I might do
But I wouldn't harm you and it
hurts like hell
I won't alarm you and it hurts
like hell
I might take the time to negotiate
and it hurts like hell
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6. |
Piñata
05:22
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Piñata
Written by: Scott Mickelson
I owe my life to medical miracles
I was born handmade and sloppy
A smile like a mouthful of
coffee grinds
So I rode the little bus to school
It was the sad truth on those
dying afternoons
I slapped myself to keep awake
Sometimes when I speak
I mumble
It's alright I'm like a house that's haunted
I'm getting blessed all the time
Got arrested for stealing cigarettes
I don't know why I don't even smoke
Things sure came to screaming halt
There were bloodhounds in
the woods
helicopters overhead
I looked up and then somebody said
"boy, it's people like you who muck up the water"
Sometimes when I speak
I mumble
It's alright I'm like a house
that's haunted
I'm getting blessed all the time
Sometimes when I speak I mumble
It's alright I'm like a human piñata
Just hit me and see what comes out
I was only trying to stir the stew
is there nothing I can do to
get to you
Life ain't no research outing
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7. |
Trash Like You
05:11
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Trash Like You
Written by: Scott Mickelson
Yes I'm calling you from jail
Mom, she thinks I'm in Mexico
Sorry I had to call collect
Yours was the only number I know
I talk like you
I trust like you
I trash like you
It was five days or five bills
Then I'm off to New Orleans
It's all part of my big plans
I might head North before
I head East
I drive like you
I dive like you
I drown like you
I'm damaged like you
I got a job working offshore
So you won't see me
much anymore
This landlubber shit
just gets me busted
I'll prove to you
that I can be trusted
I work like you
I want like you
I wear like you
I've been waiting like you
And I'm counting on my fingers
All your best wishes
To carry me through
Thanks for the words of inspiration
It's not like the roof is caving in
My sister's worried I'll
wind up dead
Please tell her it's not nearly
so grim
I live like you
I lose like you
I'm lost like you
I can love like you
And I'm counting on my fingers
All your best wishes
To carry me through
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8. |
Pocket Knife
01:23
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9. |
Strange Disease
04:04
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10. |
Carmelita
03:52
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11. |
Porcelain
03:55
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12. |
Mumbleepeg
04:04
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FAT OPIE San Francisco, California
Lead by singer Scott Mickelson, FAT OPIE continues to paint both musical and lyrical portraits of contemporary life as an
American. Their critically acclaimed new CD “Victoryville” is their best work yet.
“It's American folk-Rock with a post punk edge, rustic but scarred.”- Alternative Press Magazine
“Thom Yorke and Jeff Tweedy had a baby and named it Mumford.”- New Times (San Luis Obispo)
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