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linger, still / single malt

by michael webster

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1.
well, you could put the blame on Virginia Woolf or you could blame Bikini Kill you could put it to the woman vote but all of your prejudices linger, still I were holding my tongue all of each of every day the problem that has no name never seems to go away you could blame it on the suffragettes or you could blame Bratmobile you could quote the Oedepius Complex another weapon on the gender battlefield I were holding my tongue all of each of every day the problem that has no name never seems to go away and as the blame game goes round in a circular direction, I’ve come to think that the answer’s less important than the question well, you could put the blame on Margaret Atwood, Sleater-Kinney or Betty Friedan or you could put it to those mighty Pankhursts Emmaline, Christabel and Sylvia I were clenching my fists all of each of every minute the only reason this problem exists is on the ones who perpetuate it
2.
single malt 04:20
so take my broken soul I took it to the North West coast Southport, Lytham, the lot I give it all I got but what I got is what I give and frankly, that don’t mean shit I ended up in the nearest pub - in a wave of whiskey I ended up drunk as fuck - doesn’t surprise me much so take my bleak future and it can feel like no one in the entire world does care so I took a trip to the shores of the Mersey a place I thought I were always meant to be I skipped a rock; a policeman came up and he said stop I ended up in the nearest pub - in a wave of whiskey I ended up drunk as fuck - doesn’t surprise me much take my broken mind kinda feeling like I’m halfway between being dead or alive truth be told, I were never one to adhere to the status quo and leave us be, I always found beauty in the mystique I ended up in the nearest pub - in a wave of whiskey I ended up drunk as fuck - doesn’t surprise me much I ended up in the nearest pub - in a wave of whiskey I ended up drunk as fuck - doesn’t surprise me much

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The fifth double single from Manchester-based songwriter michael webster.

Released on the 8th of August 2020

Released through Bread Records.

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released August 8, 2020

all compositions and lyrics by michael webster © 2020
recorded by michael webster in manchester, uk ℗ 2020

album art by Wanda Roslyn / instagram: @winterwitch_

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michael webster Manchester, UK

Alternative rock singer-songwriter based in Manchester, England.

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