HAMELL'S RAMBLE from CHOOCHTOWN by HAMELL ON TRIAL

Everybody wants to talk to me they want to give me good advice designed to set me free, in one ear and out the other I would never say the things you do my brother, insults all dressed up as aid, who the hell was asking you anyway, Don't condescend and don't talk down, who elected you the mayor of opinion town? I gotta figure no great detection, you stuffed the ballot at that election, you rigged the vote and that's all she wrote, the next day in the Times I read your quote, "I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do, Hello Mr. Hamell let's start with you, How much money you got, you can't have a lot, your clothes, your car, your hair, your gear is shot.
Got a lot of things hanging round my head. Feel a whole lot better when it gets said. You gotta give me just three minutes to unload, if I don't let it out I might explode!
That ain't the stuff that cuts to the quick, you keep on talking you think I'm thick, this one or that one how good they're doing, the deals they got brewing you act like I'm ruined but NO! sour grapes rap, so called success nothing but crap, feels good tied with a bow and they got to make the money 'cause that's all they know but the quality's like a plane on the dive, people call 'em artists but it's nothing but jive, people wonder why I lock the door and put The Stooges on, turn the volume up to ten. I got a gnawing sensation, history won't be kind to my generation, gets any worse it occurs to me no president without plastic surgery.

I listen to your talk show on the TV and the radio, audience is cool let their conscience rule but the front of your shirt is bathed with drool because you're chasing that celebrity you got your camera on the trailer you won't let it be, affairs with the sister, affairs with the mom, first time live when you drop the bomb, now watch that fifteen minutes of fame, become a life of shame, who am I to say, what do I know, I'm stuck to that show Cops like it's made of velcro, and the Bounty Hunter show sucks me in, ain't gonna lie could be me and my friends, chased by acid wash and bad hair Oak Ridge Boys with a badge my worst nightmare.

• Rock
• anti-folk
• indie folk
• indie rock
• spoken word
• Austin