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Hamell’s Ramble
Everybody wants to talk to me they want to give me
good advice designed to set me free. In one ear and out the
other I would never say the things you do my brother. Insults all
dressed up as aide, who the hell was asking you anyway? Don’t
condescend and don’t talk down, who elected you the mayor of
opinion town? I gotta figure, not great direction, you stuffed the
ballot box at that there election you rigged the vote, that’s all
she wrote, the next day in the Times I read your quote, “I’m
gonna tell everyone what to do, hello Mr. Hamell , we will start
with you, how much money you got, you can’t have a lot, your
clothes, your car, your hair, your gear is shot.”
Gotta lotta things hanging round my head, feel a whole lot better
when it gets said, gimme just three minutes to unload, if i don’t
let it out then I might explode.
That ain’t the stuff that cuts to the quick, you keep on talking
thinking I’m thick, this one or that one, how good they’re doing,
all the deals they got brewing, you act like I’m ruined. NO!...sour
grapes rap, so called success nothing but crap, feels bad tied
with a bow and they got to make the money cause that’s all they
know, but the quality’s like a plane on the dive people call ‘em
artists, nothing but jive. People wonder why I lock the door and
then put the Stooges on turn the volume up to ten. I got a gnawing
sensation, history won’t be kind to my generation, if it gets any
worse it occurs to me no president without plastic surgery.
(Repeat Chorus)
I listen to your talkshow on the TV and the radio, the audience
is cool they let their conscience rule but the front of your shirt is
bathed with drool. You’re chasing that celebrity, you got your
camera on the trailer, you won’t let it be, affairs with the sister,
affairs with the mom, first time live when you drop the bomb.
Watch that 15 minutes of fame become a life of shame. Who am
I to say, what do I know? I’m stuck to that show Cops like it’s
made of velcro, and that Bounty Hunter show suckes me,
ain’t gonna lie could be me and my friends chased by acid wash and
Bad hair, Oak Ridge Boys with a badge, my worst nightmare
(Repeat Chorus)
credits
from Choochtown (20th Anniversary Edition),
released July 19, 2019
Hamell’s Ramble
Hamell, guitars and vox. Recorded in Nicgorski’s basement. Produced by William J Nicgorski.
