say what you MEAN

by Magpie Thief

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released December 10, 2016

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Magpie Thief Greensboro, North Carolina

Emily Stewart and Matty Sheets have been playing together for years, in this project they strip down their songs for a road worthy acoustic duo. Folk music with heart and street smarts.
Photos by Carolyn de Berry

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Track Name: Alabama Loud
You got your pen and your pencil up on your dash,
Double guns I overheard
You said if anybody tries to mess with you, they’ll
Get what they deserve
Now you’re yellin’ ‘bout
Donald Trump,
Impinging on a nerve
The cops are on their way, and lord you
Smell like Steel Reserve

If I go Alabama on your ass it’s going down
If I go Alabama, you don’t wanna be around
When I go Alabama, I go Alabama loud
If I go Alabama on your ass, it’s o-o-n now!

You say my dead cat is only
Destruction of property
My aren’t you well-versed on all
The laws of killing
I’m go’n’ ask you to cut the bullshit now, I can
Feel it in my teeth
I am livid, water’s rising. You should
Probably leave.

If I go Alabama on your ass it’s going down
If I go Alabama, you don’t wanna be around
When I go Alabama, I go Alabama loud
If I go Alabama on your ass, it’s o-o-n now!

When I go Alabama, I go
Alabama slow
You won’t feel it in your body, but you’ll
Feel it in your soul
When I go Alabama, I go
Alabama loud
You may not recognize the words that
Fly out of my mouth

If I go Alabama on your ass it’s going down
If I go Alabama, you don’t wanna be around
When I go Alabama, I go Alabama loud
If I go Alabama on your ass
Lord, it’s gonna be loud
Track Name: Body Woods
We are not machines.
We are not in the depths of hell.
Some of us in houses here,
painting on the walls.
Some of us drive bottle caps,
instead of big blue cars.
Maybe we're in a tragedy,
sprinkled with some comedy.
Maybe it's a big ordeal,
well, I hope I act the way I feel.
I hope that we don't burn and peel,
let's put out these flames of hate 'cause
they're all jumping off the Golden Gate.
Line up on the bridge
it's such a lovely view.
One by one, nah, baby, let's go two by two.
Let's hold hands.
Let's make do.
I'm not dead yet, and
neither are you.

We are not machines.
We are not in the depths of hell.
Some of us in houses here,
beating on the walls.
Some of us drive bottle caps,
on the way home from the bar.
Every day..
Track Name: Enough is Enough
I'll tell you all my secrets
Cause you're from out of town
I'll be moving along soon too
when I get this web unwound
I been holding this thing together
On sweat and faith alone
There's a caterpillar eating leaves
Off of every seed I've sewn

I'm gonna write myself a letter
And they'll decide who to trust
My big eyes may not seem wise
But they know when enough is enough
And the suffocating silence
Will soon come to an end
Nobody likes a liar with an
Empire to defend

I'll give you all my money
There's a few bucks left
The future all depends
on fancy lawyers playing chess
I been honest kind and faithful
Played fair as best I can
Some folks only ever care
About what feels good to them

I'm gonna write myself a letter
And they'll decide who to trust
My big eyes may not seem wise
But they know when enough is enough
And the suffocating silence
Will soon come to an end
Nobody likes a liar with an
Empire to defend

I'll show you all my weakness
You can probably tell
I cling into hope like a hermit
Crab clings to his shell
I been weathered, bruised and broken
Told what I've seen ain't real
Some folks never want the ugly truth to be revealed

I'm gonna write myself a letter
And they'll decide who to trust
My big eyes may not seem wise
But they know when enough is enough
And the suffocating silence
Will soon come to an end
I'll leave behind a liar with an
Empire to defend
Track Name: Die Off Work
Sitting at home with some old records on.
The time we've had, and the time that's gone.
I get up and jump around to that one song.
Hope I can hang on to this very long.
Am I wrong?
Thinking of Mr. Sipping His Bong.
Bustin' it out more than Chuck Berris hears a gong.

I've been going faster that Captian Kirk.
Sitting at home, I'm off work.
Beer spittin' at home, I'm off work.
Ice tray fillin' at home, I'm off work.

And you know where I'll be,
and you ain't gotta thing to do,
not a thing to do.
And you got your voice,
and you ain't gotta thing to do,
not a thing to do.