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I Pushed Send
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My newest original is an homage to email-based ideological pissing matches and other modes of web-warriorship. All tracks are me except an acoustic noodler, mondo electric lead, and harp by Robert Darlington.
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Hank49 - Original words and music in a variety of styles including Americana, Country, Folk, Blues, Indie, and Rock. Facebook mirror: http://www.faceboo
I am a musician and songwriter (primarily guitar and mandolin, but with amateur forays into banjo, fiddle, concertina, percussion and keyboard), jammer and jam host, recording engineer, producer, studio mole and occasional performer. When I perform solo, I'm hank49. When friends accompany me, we're hank49 and Loose Canon. Loose Canon is an ever shifting assembly of fellow musicians including Tom Edwards, Mitch Prevatte, Brian Chaney, Kevin Chaney, Lena and Jason Redding, Bronson Shanahan, Robert Darlington, Dave Eske, Johnny Decker, John O'hara, John Seay and more.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #187
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Michael J. Redding (aka hank49)
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Michael J. Redding (aka hank49)
Uploaded
May 28, 2010
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MP3 19.8 MB • 320 kbps • 8:38
Story behind the song
Experienced, written, recorded, amended, recorded again and produced at Witcraft Manor. This mix is among several from May, 2010. All tracks are me except an acoustic noodler, b!eiching electric lead and harp by Robert Darlington.
Lyrics
VERSE 1: Well, I got up the other day and And then my laptop beeped Seems that someone had something to say When I was fast asleep So I checked out my outlook that day And it kinda hurt my head There was a missive from a mister on the listserv, And this is what it said Hey, that Haiti, donaa‚¬a„¢t waste your bread He said invest in the best, not these walking dead VERSE 2: I thought, aa‚¬Å“Iaa‚¬a„¢m not aa‚¬Å“investingaa‚¬i³Œ; Iaa‚¬a„¢m just trying to help.aa‚¬i³Œ Somebody other than my own damn self I mean I know this guy and I know heaa‚¬a„¢s cool but I am reminded of that Golden Rule I tucked it discretely underneath my belt And I let it go by without a single yelp Just another marker on the road to hell Another brother pissing in the well, so I didnaa‚¬a„¢t hate him, or waste my time Trying to debate him, with that kind of mind VERSE 3: And then a few Winter days ensued And it snowed about four feet I couldnaa‚¬a„¢t get out and run my miles Which tends to dissipate my heat The mood was blue and the shoes were glued When I shoveled out my walk So I thought Iaa‚¬a„¢d give a whirl to the online world For a spot of good old talk So I took out my inbox, and tell me what did I see? aa‚¬Å“I feel so sorry for those poor guys at AIG.aa‚¬i³Œ VERSE 4: What a bummer aa‚¬a€œ I just shook my head And felt a wave of premature regret aa‚¬ËœCause Iaa‚¬a„¢ll miss these people whom I thought I knew But we ainaa‚¬a„¢t gonna goaa‚¬a„¢ fishing like we said weaa‚¬a„¢d do. So, I opened up a window just to clear the air If you catch my drift, I had a draft to prepare On the decline and fall of some good old friends In my rear view mirror going aa‚¬Ëœround the bend I hate to write it but it seems like a trend And they ainaa‚¬a„¢t gonna like it if I push send VERSE 5: So I carefully constructed a detailed essay That explicitly outlined in a rational way Why only an asshole would have those things to say And how tragic it was to see them this way A free expression of my disgust At such an ethical wanderlust It went on and on for a page or two I read it over, what should I do? Well, for the moment I let it go by I kept it handy, though, but I did not reply VERSE 6: That seemed to work another day or two Until another message came and made me blue aa‚¬Å“You canaa‚¬a„¢t blame a good businessman For moving all the jobs out of his own land.aa‚¬i³Œ Though the very people that he left in debt Were the only ones who made the wealth HE kept I felt the straw on my camelaa‚¬a„¢s back So I got my slingshot and I pulled it back It was automatic, and that was the end I let aa‚¬Ëœem have it, and I pushed send VERSE 7: My momma said aa‚¬Å“Your mouthaa‚¬a„¢ll hang you yet, sonaa‚¬i³Œ And that was back before the internets, hon Well, some people say Iaa‚¬a„¢ve got a poison pen And now and then I donaa‚¬a„¢t know when to say aa‚¬Å“whenaa‚¬i³Œ But poppin' on here and keep talking that trash Sooner or later, man, the die is cast It ainaa‚¬a„¢t pretty, and itaa‚¬a„¢s partisan, but The truth is followed by the consequence So fare thee well, until we meet again Goodbye my friends, I pushed aa‚¬Å“sendaa‚¬i³Œ //Repeat aa‚¬a€œ fade out with random commentary: aa‚¬Å“Yeah, I pushed sendaa‚¬i³Œ aa‚¬Å“Again and againaa‚¬i³Œ "I think I even replied to allaa‚¬i³Œ, "I might have flagged it as high importance".....etc\\
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