Pet Wounds

by Steaming Pile of Mick

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1.
Guardian Angel better follow me As I stumble down this road It's gettin late and there's low visibility It's hard to know which way to go Guardian Angel won't you come And keep an eye on me Show me the way To where I need to be Keep me walkin in the sun Keep the devil on the run Guardian Angel please Keep an eye on me Guardian Angel you know my history Sometimes the stars just don't align I'm thinkin there's a distinct possibility I'll need your VIP pass one more time Guardian Angel won't you come Come along with me Help me to know The things that I can't see Although I'm almost grown I can't make it on my own Guardian Angel please Keep an eye on me Guardian Angel please don't hesitate Please don't dismiss my plea Lately I have come to appreciate You may not be that pleased with me There's times I've acted over-confident Just because I knew you had my back I've been ungrateful… mean…vain and arrogant You can't leave me stranded just for that Guardian Angel won't you come And keep an eye on me Show me the way To where I need to be Keep me walking in the sun Keep the devil on the run Guardian Angel please Keep an eye on me Keep an eye on me Guardian Angel please Help me to know The things that I can't see Although I'm almost grown I can't make it on my own Guardian Angel please Keep an eye on me Guardian Angel…you can't be goin off on your own…you and I gotta stick together…best pal of mine…we make a good team…
2.
You know the best of times If I can choose Were back in the days When Ronnie sang the blues No hurry Listen to that Chevy radio Hank Williams…Frank Sinatra …Elvis…Fats Domino And I do declare It wasn't better anywhere And my heart lives there Back when Ronnie sang the blues We had no fancy phones But we spread the news Today's the day Ronnie sings the blues Easy…easy as a bird upon a breeze Then ringin out Like Glory Hallelujah through the throat of Hercules And I do declare It wasn't better anywhere And my heart lives there Back when Ronnie sang the blues That's right We had no heavy metal chains No iron cross tattoos Back in the day When Ronnie sang the blues No pyro…kaboom No Marshall stacks blockin out the moon No music moguls or Yoko wannabes Slinking round the dressing room And I do declare It wasn't better anywhere And my heart lives there Back when Ronnie sang the blues We spread the news And I can say that I was there Back when Ronnie sang the blues
3.
I followed you down that one track road Forged by loyal soldiers I was told The years I spent just to face the flogger's wall It's a wonder I got back at all Don't come round my hole With your pipe of gold And your song of fantasy I got turned around I can't hear the sound of your sleepy melody He was there to beat his drum for you When you played there was no other tune I saw you make him a brother's pact Knowing it to be a swindler's act Don't come round my hole With your pipe of gold And your song of fantasy I got turned around I can't hear the sound of your sleepy melody We were captive We were mesmerized Abandoned we discovered your disguise We fought the beast that had us terrified Did you even notice we survived? Don't come round my hole With your pipe of gold And your song of fantasy I got turned around I can't hear the sound of your sleepy melody
4.
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Dawn had cracked when I heard hey Mack…she had her headlights pointed my way I thought those aren't real…she said cop a feel…I got a deal for you today Just put on this rabbit suit we'll play easter bunny honey and you can hop all over me I said it's a pity Kitty…but fake tittes don't do a thing for me Kinda liked that rabbit suit though… So I went down to my favorite cafe for a cup of my favorite tea When Joe my favorite server…well he served some advice on me He said now don't press the panic button Pedro…you can make it through this day You gotta relax Max…sit right back and dig how my piano player plays And I said …well alright…it might lift me up…play it like I am Sam I feel better already Freddie Now I hope I wasn't bringing y'all down before Sometimes the blues just come up and grab ya. . . You know there's too much posin in this here land Too much hollow pity…not enough helping hands Too many promises that just aren't real Too much touch…not enough feel Now don't get the wrong idea I know some things just gotta be But hollow pity and fake tittes don't do a thing for me No wood here dear Hey Joe…one more for the road…make that Lipton…and one more for last call Paul. . .
5.
We walked the streets where we were raised Our heads held high with words of praise For trivial deeds and simple songs we'd played We had a laugh and said we got it made…hey We're livin Remember that gal down in New Orleans? She played us both like cheap tambourines We had some words but soon learned our mistake 'Cause there was not a soul could ever break The brother's bond between us And then one lazy late spring day I heard the evening newsman say An evil scheme had taken you away The words cut through me like a blade I got down on my knees and prayed The world was cloaked in darkness and decay T'was you that brought it home to me The music biz with a capital B The elite deceit is hypocrisy What's done to you is done to me So I found another road to choose But when you left, took many years to lose My shame and hatred for the human race And you see it all but from a better place And I'm just livin I watch the evening stars grow dim I feel a certain peace within No longer can I animate the crime You're a part of me and that special place in time We were given So for everyone who came around And helped us up when we were down Walked us through their part of town And led us to their hallowed ground For those of us still homeward bound And those who still can hear that sound We're livin

about

pet wounds

songs of recognition

an eclectic mix of musical styles featuring
the piano of Mickey Lee Soule and the drums of Dave Salce

under the banner Steaming Pile of Mick
they enlisted help from family, friends and musicians to craft this EP

credits

released September 13, 2013

Mickey Lee Soule - vocals, piano, keyboards
Dave Salce - drums
Marc W. Ryan - guitar
Harry Norton - bass guitar, electric upright bass
Michael D. Casale - bass guitar
Dave "Big D" Schneider - slide guitar
Fluffy Saccucci - saxophone
Tina Lama - double bass

mixed by
Mickey Lee & Matt Soule at PeopleMover Sound, L.A.

mastered by
Mark Chalecki at Little Redbook Mastering, L.A.

cover art by
Dave Salce

produced by
Matt Soule

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Mickey Lee Soule

Mickey Lee Soule plays piano and was a founding member of the bands Elf and
Rainbow. He now plays and records in other settings.

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