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Hammerhands
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They call me old hammer-hands ‘cause their skulls all break, the same.
Call me old hammer-hands ‘cause they can’t pronounce, my name.
They’ll stick a fork in me eventually, but that’s ok,
‘cause then I’ll escape,
go back to the place
that I go when I dream.
Back there where the grass is azure blue
and the skies
are deep dark green,
whoa___ whoa__ oh
They call me old hammer-hands but I only used to sing
’n all the pretty ladies in the court they’d say ‘oh my, he’s just the thing’
Love is never easy when you’re just another
a-another toy for a king
so I had to fling
myself from the scene
Oh you know what I mean,
back there where the skies are azure blue,
and the grass
is deep dark green.
Some people callin me a killer
I’m just a liar and a thief
Handin fates to you, that’s just something that I do, oh for money
Five Days a week
They call me old HammerHands cause their skulls all break, the same.
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E.W. Harris Brooklyn, New York
Born in the Rust Belt and raised in the South, E.W. Harris is what he terms "a dystopian romantic." Known in the Brooklyn folk and electronic scenes for his strong vocals, unconventional songwriting, and infectious laugh, Harris has become a staple in the Big City Folk Collective, and in many venues both at home and abroad. ... more
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