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Mi Dim Id I

by MW

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Dako 04:02
Hero Worship 03:47
We all know those old stories about the devil handin' some poor young fellow a fiddle made of precious gems Well there might be some truth to that if you replace the kings with pawns That is, accept this metaphor If you pleasure, Please accept this metaphor A small animal scurries across wooden boards His claws work their ways into the grain A strange old liar echos up from a puddle that listens after the rain A man in boots makes his way towards the guard They both know the dance, so they jig A Jag and a zig and a zag or two later And the man with no friends has one more He follows in footsteps of great ones before him He feels all the pressure the legacy brings He falls to his knees before the great fountain And bellows a victory scream He finds a word in his breast pocket The bridge is his capture, a herald is he Then barreling perilously into the sea Without mercy, without great regret Without hot hatred, no retreat, no surrender No swimming upstream, no begging, no pleading No green bargaining Wither river flows, our hero goes With satin robes and pierced earlobes Yeah, many a Mani believed in these clothes Dressed up with beads and animal bones And white collars and bow ties And great big feathered hats All manner of dress has the past often taken With each iteration the spirit awakens With purpose, with wide eyes A reprise of subliminal size A blast from the past brings the present to end And shortly thereafter, the future A new form of tense begins Not before or after But 'Now' is a temporal rafter He steps out of the stream Turns into steam And ascends into realities seam Now bless your kind ears for listening truly To this tale old as time told once more May you feast yourselves fully on laughter and kindness And forever, keep love on your mantle
Mi Idim Id I 00:58
Rappbthrice 02:02
Track title pronounced "Three times, really? Go buy a dictionary!"
Hey (Hey) 03:55
I'm pretty certain if I answer this call It'll lead to nothing at all She wants something I'm not giving away By the dawn of a dimwit past I see footsteps in the glass There isn't much tread left To keep walking this way I feel like everyone kept on singin' when I was sighin' People laughin' 'n carryin' on when I was dyin' Hey, hey We're not alone I'm way up, I've got a highrise view Holdin' my breath, countin' t' two Now, she shakes strong But I ain't chasin' no tail It's a delicate situation I've built here all along Plastic cups and chicken bones But it's mine And only love can open the doors So, I listened to only one tape over many miles So, I turned the light way down low in my eyes So, I tried and rose above the lines So, it is never not sublime Hey, hey We're not alone There's a message on the phone But I'm better here at home And it's better to get it while you can True, it's Friday night again And the bars fill up with pretty men And women drink for free And smile like something's bland When I work, I work for the dream When I wind down, I take my leave Hey, hey We're not alone


Released on Rappbt Day, 2013. Recorded in my living room in about 12 hours using only my guitar, voice and stock logic virtual instruments. The title is just rearrangements of the word 'MIDI'. Even though, technically I used VSTs.


released June 20, 2013

All songs written by M. Walworth except Hey (Hey) with words by E. Blackman and music by M. Walworth.

Recorded and Produced by M. Walworth




George Burl

George Burl is a songwriter, producer and something akin to a record label. He is not a person. He is a pseudonym. A philosophical experiment conceived in a small cottage in Nebraska, birthed in the Redwood forests of California and distilled in the hills of Tennessee. ... more

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