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A Little Bird Told Me

from The Home Straight by Max Bandicoot

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A little bird told me that in the end everything’s gonna be OK.
But I didn’t believe a single tweet coming out of his beak.
Cause it feels like my voice shuts down every time I dare to sing.
Like speakers stuck on mute, like you strangled by the tie of your suit.
I hate it when I write cheques my vocal chords can’t cash.
I hate it when I sing so bad my treasure is another man’s trash.
When my voice sounds like my fingernails are scratching on the blackboard.
When the bass drops on my favorite song and I can’t get this Bad Boy done.
When your throat is dry and your forehead is wet.
When the pressure’s so high your guts have left.
When the struggle is real and the smile is fake.
Covered in sweat, craving for help.
Frozen but your hands have melt,
Shaking like it’s Harlem shake.
Your heart beats like it’s Dubstep.
No escape. No escape.

Do you ever feel like you’re not in the game?
Do you ever sing like puberty strikes again?
Do you ever wish the stage had a fire escape?

A little bird told me that in the end it’s all the same.
No loser as long as you play on different games.
Cause I can’t compare to those who stare at me
Like “Who’s that dude? Is that an enemy?”.
They starve for one more Grammy, I crave for some sympathy.
They were born with a microphone, I was raised to keep quiet.
I’ve been working my fingers to the bone to get half the skills they already had.
I do not only sing off key, I lost the bunch of keys.
But them they’re so good even when they fart they stay in tune.
And I ain’t no rapper, I ain’t no singer.
I’m just some dude slapping on a small guitar,
Striking my piano with only my middle finger
As hard as I’m dumb and God knows I’m not clever.
I was looking for a needle in a haystack
But all this time it was stuck in my windpipe.
I look for a sign, I can’t ignore the fact
That I’m not gonna find it in the bottom of my bottle of Jack.
It don’t matter if it don’t sound great.
I’m gonna sing my heart out I’m gonna need a graft.
It does not matter how long it takes
Until I get a handshake with some Barack.
I’m gonna sing so loud they gonna hear me out
Form here to Spain, from outer space.
No escape. No escape. But I don’t want to run away.

Do you ever feel like you’re not in the game?
Do you ever sing like puberty strikes again?
Do you ever wish the stage had a fire escape?

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from The Home Straight, released April 23, 2016

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Max Bandicoot London, UK

An original acoustic style somewhere between Folk & Rap. Songwriting deeply influenced by artists such as Mumford and Sons, Ed Sheeran, and French rappers like MC Solaar or Nekfeu.
His live performance consists of Max, a loop pedal and enough energy to make a lighthouse glow. His unique use of loops fill the room with beautiful harmonies while affectionately slapping Martine (his tiny guitar).
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