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Myth Stories EP

by Michael Scott Bates

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Audible 03:22
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A breath of fresh air, no I just want to lay in your hair. No my creativity helps me see what seems to be standing right in front of me. I see you. Ooh I tell you some things, whether the majority is first hand. No this negativity is lighting me on fire. Well I fear and I hear its all from desire. Oh its true. Hey you, can you hear me? can you hear me? You, am I audible to you? Can you hear me now can can you hear me now? You, Am I audible? A breath of fresh air, no I just want to lay in your hair. Oh my creativity helps me see what seems to be standing right in front of me. Hey you, Can you hear? can you hear me? Hey You, Am I audible to you? can you hear me now can can you hear me now? Am I audible to you? Can you hear me now can can you hear me now? Am I audible?
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Oh Yes My Love 03:01
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Oh my friend it happened again, I bet on black and almost fainted despite of it Some chained down, only I've just changed, the blinding years ahead will surely do the same. No its a wordless world, please help me out, I’d say lets run but heard no one goes with out. Oh yes my love, Oh yes my love, Oh yes my love, My little dove. Theres a parade out there of elephants and a bear, and a sign of a packed thats true. Oh they're true and so are you, I’m your honey bear, Honey bear, Honey bear. Oh yes my love, Oh yes my love Oh yes my love my little dove. Oh yes my love Oh yes my love Oh yes my love my little dove.
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Dirty 03:10
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Well I’m Dirty in the eyes of a holy priest, He say don’t you tempt that beast. Or it will turn you sin. Towards the innocence son, you must walk out and not in. Chorus: I say you didn’t raise me priest! You ain’t nothin but a child, not even a man! your face is green and your mind is black, Brotha watch yo back! Go ahead, Build your tower over me, I’ll be cutting it down, you see? I’ll turn my hand to the baron before I listen to you Aaron! Na na na na na How bout that Rita, she was your care! With all your righteous vision, you gave her to the glare. Now theres a life at hand, Worship the game and not the band! No I won’t tell you, how to be so don’t be preaching on down at me. No I shan't say it instigator, you make your move and I’ll make mine later!! Na, na, na, na na
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Norway's Unfortunate Son 04:28
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Poor wealth given to Norway's unfortunate son, oh his dreams had not yet filled and his nautical love died along with the will. Oh the lands miss their son, tis he who decided our fate. Through his branded rope mark will forever stained. Father is in tango times, the birds breath out off the willows snout and it seems, oh it seems its in the air. Father is in tango times, the birds breath out off the willows snout and it seems, oh it seems its in the air. Weary is a virus that spreads to the seam off the ladies blouse that shouts at the beam. While the man, while the man still standing alone.
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Take Me Down 03:43
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No, stop what you're doing, You only pulling down hard and let some loose like ooze down a wicked card go ahead and play it and wipe it off. Please Take me down to the river no don’t let me keep on living dive right in and don’t stay down cause its the ice cold river that makes you question your soul. 
Dammit cease, cease, cease how you're thinking and try to think for yourself and nobody else and there you’ll find your broken shells Take me down to the river, no don’t let me keep on living dive right in and don’t stay down, cause its the ice cold river that makes you question your soul. Tears inside a rain drop from a tinsel man and until I find my castle they’ll be no more rain Take me down to the river no don’t let me keep on living dive right in and don’t stay down cause its the ice cold river that makes you question your soul. My one true hope, is to leave it spinning please come home and lay with me. Oh i’m fine alone but I’m better with you I’m better with you. By my side, please come home, Please come home, come home! Please come home.

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Myth Stories, meant to be a play on words, is a comical yet inspirational metaphor for what is to come. Michael Scott Bates is simply a freight train of songwriting and soul and this EP finally showcases that. This is the beginning of a beautiful and productive era for Michael Scott Bates. Now, completely self sufficient, Michael is using his skills as a multi-instrumentalist to write, record and produce all of his own songs as well as performing practically all of the instruments on these tracks.

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released June 24, 2016

Composer/ Arranger - Michael Scott Bates
Publisher - Michael Scott Bates
Slide guitar, harmonica, piano, guitar, bass, and lead and backing vocals - - Michael Scott Bates
Percussion - Christopher Ghazel
Backing Vocals - Suzie Chrysler
Cello - Sean Ford
Mix and Mastered - Christopher Ghazel

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Michael Scott Bates Snohomish, Washington

Michael Scott Bates is a multi-instrumentalist and songwriter from central Oregon. A true old soul, song-writing activist and simply, a freight train of southern rock and blues. There is truly no limit this man won't go to guarantee recording and producing the upmost quality of his music. He is the epitome of a music lover. ... more

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