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Gunman
04:55
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“Gunman”
Written by Molly Hanmer and Claudia Miles © 2015
Gunman's on the run
he's got a plan,
he's having fun,
he's coming for you
Gunman's on the run
There is no saving grace
What is mercy?
Even kids aren't safe
There is no saving grace
And it's one, two, three,
twelve for you and one for me
He's just like you and me
a broken home,
bad T.V.,
a restless cog
He's just like you and me
No pistol by his side
it's automatic,
the thirst for suicide
No pistol by his side
And it's one, two, three,
twelve for you and one for me
Shots ring and now he's dead
his legacy an ode to our madness
Shots ring and now he's dead
The battle's just begun
the blaming game,
the shooter won,
there's no progress
The battle's just begun
And it's one, two, three,
twelve for you and one for me
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2. |
Born on the Bayou
04:43
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3. |
I Just Wanna Love You
03:21
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“Bet You Think You’re Cool”
Written by Molly Hanmer & Claudia Miles ©2020
I bet you think you’re hip like that
I bet you still worship Kerouac
And just like him,
I tend to think you’re overrated
I’m sure you write a great folk song
I bet you love a-runnin’ on and on
Like you’re some
kind of Van Zandt Second Coming
I bet you think you’re cool x4
I bet you think you run this town
Love that all your lackeys hang around
The King of Clubs,
Always holding back your aces
I bet you like to walk real tall
Wearing your plaid and overalls
When in fact,
You’ve never seen a horse or stable
I bet you think you’re cool x4
But I can see right through
Every pick and strum you play
And all of your self-doubt
Bleeds right through the words you say
I bet you think you’re some outlaw
Donning a ten gallon faux pas
How unique,
You even ride a motorcycle
I bet you like to act real shy
Leaving your women high and dry
Skipping town,
Without a sound in the night
I bet you think you’re cool x4
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“Bet You Think You’re Cool”
Written by Molly Hanmer & Claudia Miles ©2020
I bet you think you’re hip like that
I bet you still worship Kerouac
And just like him,
I tend to think you’re overrated
I’m sure you write a great folk song
I bet you love a-runnin’ on and on
Like you’re some
kind of Van Zandt Second Coming
I bet you think you’re cool x4
I bet you think you run this town
Love that all your lackeys hang around
The King of Clubs,
Always holding back your aces
I bet you like to walk real tall
Wearing your plaid and overalls
When in fact,
You’ve never seen a horse or stable
I bet you think you’re cool x4
But I can see right through
Every pick and strum you play
And all of your self-doubt
Bleeds right through the words you say
I bet you think you’re some outlaw
Donning a ten gallon faux pas
How unique,
You even ride a motorcycle
I bet you like to act real shy
Leaving your women high and dry
Skipping town,
Without a sound in the night
I bet you think you’re cool x4
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5. |
Sick of Me
02:22
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“Sick of Me” ©2020
Written by Molly Hanmer & Claudia Miles
Walking past the mirror
When I catch my own reflection
I swear it’s laughing,
and mocking my every imperfection
And I can’t stand the sound
of no one else around
‘Cause I’m so sick of me, myself, and I
Evermore distracted
yeah my mind is all over the place
I stubbed my toe on the same old filth
I have the last three days
Someone let me out
Before I scream and shout
‘Cause I’m so sick of me
I’m so sick of me, myself, and I
Well I haven’t much money
And I sure could use someone else
I tried to call some guy
but I ended up loving myself
Give me something new
Give me some of you
‘Cause I’m so sick of me
I’m so sick of me
I’m so sick of me, myself, and I
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6. |
Get Loose
04:08
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“Get Loose”
Written by Molly Hanmer and Claudia Miles © 2020
Always so straight
Always so right
Take a deep breath
And let me open up your mind
Come lose your way
In a wood with no name
Over the hearth
and over the flame
Baby, get loose
Let down your hair
Come on and get loose
Make a racket if you dare
I wanna self destruct
I wanna lose control
I want to let you down
And waste my time in rabbit holes
Come lose your way
In a wood with no name
Over the hearth
and over the flame
Baby, get loose
Let down your hair
Come on and get loose
Start a riot if you dare
Take it real slow
‘Cause we’re gonna get high
Quiet the din
And take illusion for a ride
Come lose your way
In a wood with no name
Over the hearth
and over the flame
Baby, get loose
Let down your hair
Come on and get loose
Make a racket if you dare
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7. |
Hard Day's Work
03:08
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“Hard Day’s Work”
Written by Molly Hanmer and Claudia Miles © 2020
Well I clock in come the morning
Just to go to work at night
I see my kids 6 hours a week
But it keeps them fed alright
No I ain’t ever known nothing
No I ain’t ever known nothing
No I ain’t ever known nothing
but a hard day’s work
I do it for my mother
2000 miles away
I ain’t seen her face in 20 years
But at least we’re getting paid
No I ain’t ever known nothing
No I ain’t ever known nothing
No I ain’t ever known nothing
but a hard day’s work
I cook and clean your dishes
I reap your fertile fields
I break my back and skin my knees
And take my honest yield
I live within the shadow
Of the white man’s dollar bill
I do the jobs they’ll never want
But always claim I steal
No I ain’t ever known nothing
No I ain’t ever known nothing
No I ain’t ever known nothing
but a hard day’s work
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8. |
Blah Blah Blah
02:45
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“Blah Blah Blah” Lyrics
Written by Molly Hanmer and Claudia Miles © 2020
Have you heard the latest,
the disaster of the week
A steady drip of heroin
administered on screen
Have you seen the latest trend,
tweeted out your own op-ed yet?
Everybody’s talking when
they’ve got nothing to say
Blah blah, all of the time
I can’t get no relief
because I’m always online
and I can feel myself sink
beneath what everyone thinks
Blah blah blah
Offer yourself freely
and they’ll get you what you need
A dopamine injection
for a little history
Heya kid, take this gun
Take these scissors
run, kid run yeah
Everybody’s talking when
they’ve got nothing to say
Blah blah, all of the time
I can’t get no relief
because I’m always online
and I can feel myself sink
beneath what everyone thinks
Blah blah blah
A million faceless voices screaming
pounding on my brain
If I don’t get a shred of silence
I just might go insane
Blah blah, all of the time
I can’t get no relief
because I’m always online
and I can feel myself sink
beneath what everyone thinks
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
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9. |
Rise
03:53
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“Rise”
Written by Molly Hanmer and Claudia Miles © 2019
Did you wake up today
to another barrage
of news made to ruin your day?
Did you roll on your side,
pull the quilt over your eyes
because it’s just too much to take?
Well I’m with you brother,
some days it’s hard to rise
in these darkest of times
Well tell me truly, dad,
has it ever been this bad,
have you ever seen trouble run this deep?
When the children I might bear
never get a chance that’s fair
on a planet that we couldn’t keep
I’m with you daughter,
some days it’s hard to rise
in these darkest of times
So get up sleepy head
there’s no solace in your bed,
there’s still time and the day is new
Where there’s love there is light
and your willingness to fight,
and it’s the only thing you can do
I’m with you sister,
today we’re gonna rise in
these darkest of times
I’m with you brother,
today we’re gonna rise in
these darkest of times
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10. |
Boil it Down
01:55
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Boil it Down
Written by Molly Hanmer ©2020
Boil it down down down,
we’ll make a roux
Boil it down down down,
we’ll make a roux
Cream the mashed potatoes, lord
Cream the mashed potatoes
Then boil it down, down, down,
we’ll make a roux
Better mind that fire now
Child, mind that fire
So we can boil it down, down, down,
and make a roux
Baby mind that bird
Baby mind them thighs
we're gonna boil 'em down, down, down,
and make a roux
Don’t you stir too slowly
Don’t you stir too slow
we’re gonna boil it down, down, down,
and make a roux
Gimme good, good gravy, lord
Gimme good, good gravy, lord
Gimme good, good gravy, lord
Gimme good, good gravy, lord
We’ll boil it down, down, down
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Molly Hanmer & The Midnight Tokers Los Angeles, California
Molly Hanmer & the Midnight Tokers are an LA-based modern Americana band, infused with psychedelic folk, rock & blues led by singer-songwriter Molly Hanmer. Their sophomore album, Get Loose, will be released September 28, 2021
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