Music

I make sound, record it, and put it here for your consumption.

Wires of Webster (Mitchell) (4:00min)

When you sang about
Webster’s Last Stand
I thought you were
talking about the language

I thought you would let me in
I was right
I was right

The wiring was wrapped in cloth
It seemed unsafe
But what did I know

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb!

Fruit’s books
Your amps
Frankie’s hotplate
And Vibrochamps
A window fell out
On the sidewalk today
The hole’s filled with a mattress
And no one got hurt

One door, one shelf
Room on the floor for the old elevator shaft
One place in this town
Where we all
Can leave our crap
And play our songs…

Booking & Press: jmitchell@lonesomegallery.com

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