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Pandemic Song For Jimmy
02:45
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Sitting at my kitchen table
With coffee and a garlic bagel
Waiting on the task force morning briefing to begin
The voice of god says two-minute warning
I hope they talk about the TP hoarding
And let me know when I can go outside again
Football players are still being signed
By rich white men in thick red ties
Not dying for a chance to help you out
Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall
Tell me how many sick must fall
Before we get our hearts and heads out of the clouds
I’m not patient, but I can wait
To see my friends and family again
Standing at my bedroom window
Switched from coffee to a glass of vino
Listening to the man in charge say everything is fine
Shut up, punk, you’re just making it worse
I love everybody so much it hurts
To stock up shop, go home, and wonder why
The working class, we still gotta eat
Does the Wall matter more than the Main Street
When will we bail out common folks who need it so bad
Oh say can you see how greedy you’ve grown
Our ignorance built disease a home
Here we sit, I feel like I been had
I’m not patient, but I can wait
To see my friends and family again
But not complacent, I won’t wait
To take my share of what I make
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words and music by Brandon Reisdorf & Aaron Kelly
Forty long years we’ve been wandering
Cursed to roam the forest as a penance for a sin
We learned back then to keep ourselves from wondering
If the man above was right to send us in
Walked around the city same as yesterday
‘Cept this time we went six more times around
Never guessed we’d get right in and win so easily
But I’ll be damned, those walls came tumblin’ down
Oh, there’s trouble down in Jericho
Don’t you know that we could use a helping hand
Yeah you can ask, no one seems to answer though
Feelin’ all alone in the broken promised land
We thought nineteen forty three might be the worst of times
Felt just like the wits of the world was at its end
But prejudice passed down like it’s a nursery rhyme
And when it comes around, you’re right back where you been
Oh, there’s trouble down in Jericho
Don’t you know that we could use a helping hand
Yeah you can ask, no one seems to answer though
Feelin’ all alone in the broken promised land
Walked around the city same as yesterday
‘Cept this time it just didn’t feel the same
Everybody’s yellin’ hopin’ something’s gonna give
But the walls keep gettin’ taller every day
Oh, there’s trouble down in Jericho
Don’t you know that we could use a helping hand
Yeah you can ask, no one seems to answer though
Feelin’ all alone in the broken promised land
Lately I’ve had questions about everything
Don’t take it wrong but I just wanna know
If there’s some knowing, loving, God that can do anything
How can he just let us suffer down below
While we’re walkin’ down the walls of Jericho?
Walkin’ down the walls of Jericho
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I Miss Them, Too
04:49
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I wrote all of my best traits down
It took about twenty-five
Seconds and a couple of half-written sentences
About how I’m a pretty good guy
At least I try
At least I try
So I sunk straight into a dismal daze
And tried to parlay it to song
The second verse didn’t match the first verse hurt
The timbre of the bridge was all wrong
It’s no sing a-long
But I sing along
I wrote all of my best friends back
You know I’m bad at keeping in-touch
They all told me “Buddy, we love you like a brother
But we all miss you so dang much”
I miss them, too
I miss them, too
It's just that I cook all of my meat with fat
When I write I like to chew on the grit
I even make some money, so who’s getting hungry
I’m taking what you’ll pay me for it
I’d pay you, too
I’d pay you to
I cut my grass and I pay my tax
I stumble but I walk the line
Its hard to quantify the amount of time
And bread it takes to make words rhyme
I keep on trying
Bless us for trying
I wrote all of my best traits down
It took about a hundred and five
Seconds and a couple of half-written sentences
About how I’m a pretty good guy
At least I try
At least I try
I won't let my baby down
(coda is a response inspired by John Prine's "Storm Windows")
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