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Aluminum Oasis
04:36
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"Aluminum Oasis" by Michael McNevin
I got a dogpatch of sand, and a place for my rig
Got a 30 foot trailer, and a porcelain head
I got a Joshua Tree and a 10x12 shed
You take the queen, and I'll take the sofa-bed
Come visit some time, come visit some time
Aluminum oasis, if you don't mind the drive
I got cold beer & cribbage, AC & propane
Come visit sometime, and I'll do the same
You can fry an egg on 15, it's a money mirage
To the motels and tow trucks, and a Barstow garage
Too hot for a hammock, I'd rather get outa dodge
You need a shade tree mechanic? you got room in your yard?
Come visit some time, come visit some time,
I'll tune up your Chrysler, won't cost you a dime,
If it rains cats and dogs, honey, I won't complain,
Come visit sometime, and I'll do the same
Do your big avocado trees, grow low hangin' fruit?
Do they shade the hot side of the house, lucky you,
Could an old Spartan trailer sit under 'em too?
Would it bother the neighbors, are there jobs I could do?
Does your faucet pour water from the Hetch Hetchy Dam?
Could the grass there be greener, picture this if you can,
With your rose colored glasses, oh dear Pollyanne
Could ya see yourself loving Yosemite Sam?
Now the buzzards in Barstow circle high every day
This ain't no birdbath, it's a game of decay
A 120 degrees in the shade
Nobody would miss me if I headed your way
Or come visit sometime, come visit some time
J. Paul Getty built beauties and this one's all mine
I got cold beer & cribbage, AC & propane,
Come visit some time, and I'll do the same
Words and Music by Michael McNevin
© 2016 Michael McNevin All Rights Reserved
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Cradle To Grave
04:40
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"Cradle To Grave" (by Michael McNevin)
What'll it be for ya, Jameson's, Bushmills, or gin?
It’s good to sit down at your table again
These dog days ain't over, man it’s hotter than sin
We're thicker than water, but our blood's running thin
ReFrain:
It's a long way to wander from cradle to grave
All the years in between to raise hell or behave
All the years in-between to raise hell or behave
I don't know ya well, but I don't hate ya none
Ain't it funny how things come around when we're done
If there's a score to be settled, it ain't at a bar
The friends that I have are too few and too far ... (ReFrain)
Sometimes I'm lost, sometimes I'm last
Sometimes I drive just to burn up the gas
Dallas to Waco to Kerrville and back
And if I could make Ireland I'd surely do that ... (ReFrain)
As God is my witness, I ain't the worst
Counting my blessings, kissing the dirt
What'll it be for ya, Jameson's, Bushmills, or gin?
It’s good to sit down at your table again
It’s good to sit down at your table again
Words and Music by Michael McNevin.
© 2016 Michael McNevin. All Rights Reserved.
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Circus Bear
04:30
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“Circus Bear” by Michael McNevin
They call me Grusha, I was a Russian circus bear.
I'm on my way back to Siberia, yes I am, I'm gonna pedal there.
They taught me how to dance and ride, three shows every night.
They turned their backs and off I rode, on my trusty circus bike.
I sat up straight, went round and round, traded treats for their commands.
Held on tight to the handlebars, used my feet like they were hands.
I raced the pigs and the chimpanzees, but I know I'm not a man.
And now for 30 miles I've pedaled straight, and they don't know where I am.
Refrain:
They call me Grusha, I was a Russian circus bear.
I'm on my way back to Siberia,
Yes I am, I'm gonna pedal there.
Is it wrong to run away? is this how a bear behaves?
Ride through lanes of quiet neighborhoods, in a silly gown and a silly hood.
They make the clothes, and dress me up, I can't help how I look.
Now if they don't recognize me, good, I'm gonna pedal right into the woods.
(Refrain)
(Bridge)
Life beneath the big top canvas, is all I've ever known.
Trailers, cages, town to town, sometimes we passed my forest home.
And I'm not sure what I'll do now, it's a game of hide and seek.
Maybe they'll just quit and go home too, and I'll spend the winter off my feet.
Now I'm on a country path, full of apple trees & farms.
Two horses see me, kick their heels. How I could use a barn.
But I can't stop to rest or drink, I gotta pedal till I'm gone.
I do not know how close I am, but I smell the trees, it won't be long.
(Refrain)
The sky up here is so much bluer, than I remember as a cub.
I sit down by a berry bush, not a hint of circus grub.
Forest air runs through my fur like grass, my brown face against the sun.
No finish line, just the forest pines, the only bicycle race I ever won.
Words and Music by Michael McNevin.
Guitar & Vocal by Michael McNevin.
© 2017 Michael McNevin. All Rights Reserved.
Mudpuddle Music (ASCAP).
P.O. Box 2235 Fremont CA 94536
www.michaelmcnevin.com
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Get Me Outa Here
04:04
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5. |
Buck 39
03:22
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Still Red
04:05
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Crack In The Cliff
04:51
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Crack In The Cliff
(at Pomponio State Beach, California, south of Half Moon Bay, 1976)
There's a cliff on the ocean, and there's a crack in the cliff
Don't know how we knew about it, one day we just did
Three kids in a pontiac, on a mission to get
to the cliff on the ocean, to the crack in the cliff
• We got to the sand with the sun goin down
We hiked up a trail, we didn't look down
It was steep and it ended at a hole in the ground
Crack in the cliff, sun goin down
• Now the hole in the ground was narrow and deep
Canary goes first, my head then my feet
It was dark it was dirty, it was a helluva squeeze
into the crack in the cliff, narrow and deep
(Refrain)
It's only a hole, we come all this way
We can't quit now, are we chicken or brave
Keep on going I say, keep on going I say
• Flat on our bellies, barely a crawl
An inch at time, like 3 snakes in a hole
No echoes or light, no end to it all
To the crack in the cliff, barely a crawl
• We could feel ourselves breathin the dust in the air
The sand from the ceiling rubbin off in our hair
But we all had the feeling we were getting somewhere
Through the crack in the cliff, dust in the air
• Now the ceiling got higher, by the smallest degrees
50 feet later, we could crawl on our knees
'Til the hole was a cave, and we were running full speed
Through the crack in the cliff, smallest degrees
(Refrain)
It's only a hole, we come all this way
Can't quit now, are we chicken or brave
Keep on going I say, keep on going I say
• Would there ever be light at the end of the tunnel
The air got cold, we heard a distant rumble
It took a hard right, and there we were humbled
By the crack in the cliff, at the end of the tunnel
• It was a big open hole, not a one of us talked
Crept to the edge, a sheer 100 foot drop
A birds eye view of the sea and the salt
From the crack in the cliff, not a one of us talked
• We could hardly believe, we'd be sleepin up here
We rolled out our bags, our bread and our beer
We had a midnight picnic and we toasted our fears
From the crack in the cliff, crack in the cliff, crack in the cliff
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Strasburg CO, pop 1000
04:57
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Cowboy Yoga
04:30
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10. |
You Look Familiar
04:14
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11. |
Young Santos
04:47
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Michael McNevin San Francisco, California
Michael McNevin's songs read like short stories, a keen eye for detail for the characters and places in his travels. Shared stages with Johnny Cash & The Carter Family, Donovan, Shawn Colvin, Christine Lavin, Richie Havens. Main-stages at Strawberry, High Sierra, Kerrville, Philly Folk Fest. Kerrville New-Folk winner, “DYI Artist Of The Year” for Performing Songwriter, “Song Of The Year” for WCS. ... more
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