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The Flood EP

by Michael Scott Bates

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1.
The Flood 03:12
Well you see my lady, she ain't no little girl. I've got her seas in my Dexters, and all she do is sterling whirl. Through this ocean's floor, She'll be breaking down your door. Family stays in a way we'll be dusting our brooms, Why love the air you breath, it's almost up two Jacksons. When the flood comes in, it's talking razors with a gun in it's grin. It's bending metal only with its' spin. When we ask Mama why? She spits out a pin. Oh she looks back at him and spits our her dirty little sin. The florist and the repo, catch a cold through a dirty tube, Oh we need more lube, plus some blood and La etude. Oh mothers little baby ain't such an animal.
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Audible 03:33
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'll tell ya somethings. 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 It's true. Hey you, can you hear me, now can you hear me, yoo hoo, am I audible to you. can you hear me now can can you hear me now. Yoo hoo, 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, I see you. Hey you, can you hear me, now can you hear me, yoo hoo, am I audible to you. can you hear me now can can you hear me now. Yoo hoo, am I audible to you. Hey you, can you hear me now can can you hear me now. Yoo hoo, Am I audible!
3.
Norwegian knot tied in my throat, another love away at sea. It's not me but it is my task, and I can't help but cry every time I ask. Why the flutter? I can only mutter, your words cut like butter, In a clicks time you were all mine, with every tick a moment slips, I can still feel you on my lips. On my lips. It's been gone for far too long, even if we're wrong, it will make us strong. She said near every end, there's words I hear, Like let it go and it will reappear. Still why the flutter? I can only mutter, your words cut like butter, In a clicks time you were all mine, with every tick a moment slips, I can still feel you, on my lips. why the flutter? I can only mutter, your words cut like butter, In a clicks time you were all mine, with every tick a moment slips, I can still feel you, on my lips. Norwegian knot, Norwegian knot, Norwegian knot, Yeah! Norwegian knot.
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Dirty 03:45
Well I’m Dirty in the eyes of a holy priest, He say don’t you tempt that beast. For it will turn you sin. Towards the innocence son, you must walk out and not in. I say you didn’t raise me priest! You are but a child, not even a man! your face is green and your mind may be black, But listen here my brother you better watch yo back! Come on, Build your tower over me, and 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! Ooh, with all your righteous vision, you still gave her to the glare. Now that 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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The Flood is a completely self-recorded and self-produced four song collection that encompasses the roots of delta-swamp blues and southern rock with a bit of pop undertones within the work of Michael Scott Bates. A beginning to a new era of music production for this one man band and a start to a full and complete album titled, "Evolution." Coming next Fall, 2018!

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released December 8, 2017

A hug and special thank you to guest artists on this album who include:
Suzie Chrysler, Taylor McDowell, Jazmine Bates and Josh Hodges (co-producer).

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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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