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written and recorded by Tom Mitchell. Vocals performed by Tom Mitchell/ Amanda June Bradbury
This song is another I went back in time to write.When duets were king. The lyrics unfold like a movie.Just the way I had planned. Thank you Amanda for singing this with me. It's one of my favorite songs I ever wrote. 

Room 202

A quick diddly banged out after messing around down in toad town

Toad Time

Steppas

(Verse 1)
Andy's got the city knocking at the door,

They just don't like the arts any more.

Down on the Avenue, across from the mall,

Their eyes are blind, to the rhythm of it all.

They're taking down the artists, to silence the beat,

But together we stand against their heat.

Tattoos and music, they don't see it as art.

They bring the blues, we bring our hearts.

(Chorus:1)
Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil
down at the crossroads, So it's told.

(Verse 2)
We're in a city, where the art runs deep.

Tattoos telling stories, with music we're complete.

They just don't get it, they lack the eyes to see,

Life is a canvas, and we are born free.

In every tattoo, there's a story to be told,

 "In memory of Jonny he was lost in the war."

Fighting for the freedom to paint, dance or sing.

Not to be silenced by any God or any King.

(Chorus:2)


(Verse 3)
Injustice they bark, from their ivory tower.

Expect us to fall to our knees and cower.

Every tattoo a message to the masses.

Once we fall there'll nothin left but ashes.

One by one down we'll go

The freedom I lose will also be yours.

Afghanistan, Iraq or Vietnam,

They gave their lives, to free ink art and sound.

(Chorus:3)


(Verse 4)
Don't let them have died in vain.

That would only prove that we're all insane.

Forgetting the past would be a bad maneuver.

The world you destroy, will also be your future.

All across the nation they'll come you'll see

Every tattoo, is a testament to liberty,

Absolute power, corrupts absolutely.

I spoke out and now they'll probably shoot me.

Chorus:4

(Verse 4)
Some are blind, we can't make them see,

Skin are our canvas, music sets you free

From our ink soaked skin to the concert halls,

Without our art, this nation will fall.

Everybody go out and Howl tonight,

Tattoos and music, our natural born rights. 

We can't back down, they'll tear us apart,

In this city, you'll find the truest art.

(Verse 5)
The spirit and freedom in our melodies.

Are words and wisdom and our battle decrees.

From the Star Spangled Banner to the Bill of Rights,

Words are the bombs that our music ignites.

We're howlin' in the city, where the art runs deep,

Tattoos tell stories, to the music's heartbeat.

This is our canvas, and our art-form free.

All across the nation they'll come you'll see'


Ink on skin, where stories intertwine,

Freedom from destruction is the test of time.

Tearing down this freedom that we adore.

This time it's mine, next time it will be yours.

We can't retreat surrender or run.

We stand together, we stand as one.

Strength in numbers is keeping us free.

All across the nation they come you'll see.

Chorus:1
Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil
down at the crossroads, So it's told.
Joe Corbett Copywrite2024

Howl Blues Track 1724

(Verse 1)
Andy's got the city knocking at the door,

They just don't like the arts any more.

Down on the Avenue, across from the mall,

Their eyes are blind, to the rhythm of it all.

They're taking down the artists, to silence the beat,

But together we stand against their heat.

Tattoos and music, they don't see it as art.

They bring the blues, we bring our hearts.

(Chorus:1)
Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil
down at the crossroads, So it's told.

(Verse 2)
We're in a city, where the art runs deep.

Tattoos telling stories, with music we're complete.

They just don't get it, they lack the eyes to see,

Life is a canvas, and we are born free.

In every tattoo, there's a story to be told,

 "In memory of Jonny he was lost in the war."

Fighting for the freedom to paint, dance or sing.

Not to be silenced by any God or any King.

(Chorus:2)

(Verse 3)
Injustice they bark, from their ivory tower.

Expect us to fall to our knees and cower.

Every tattoo a message to the masses.

Once we fall there'll nothin left but ashes.

One by one down we'll go

The freedom I lose will also be yours.

Afghanistan, Iraq or Vietnam,

They gave their lives, to free ink art and sound.

(Chorus:3)

(Verse 4)
Don't let them have died in vain.

That would only prove that we're all insane.

Forgetting the past would be a bad maneuver.

The world you destroy, will also be your future.

All across the nation they'll come you'll see

Every tattoo, is a testament to liberty,

Absolute power, corrupts absolutely.

I spoke out and now they'll probably shoot me.

Chorus:4


(Verse 5)
Some are blind, we can't make them see,

Skin are our canvas, music sets you free

From our ink soaked canvas to the concert halls,

Without our art, this nation will fall.

Everybody go out and Howl tonight,

Tattoos and music, our natural born rights. 

We can't back down, they'll tear us apart,

In this city, you'll find the truest art.

(Verse 6)

Ink on skin, where stories intertwine,

Freedom from destruction is the test of time.

Tearing down this freedom that we adore.

This time it's mine, next time it will be yours.

We can't retreat surrender or run.

We stand together, we stand as one.

Strength in numbers is keeping us free.

All across the nation they come you'll see.

Chorus:5

(Verse 7)
The spirit and freedom in our melodies.

Are words and wisdom and our battle decrees.

From the Star Spangled Banner to the Bill of Rights,

Words are the bombs that our music ignites.

We're howlin' in the city, where the art runs deep,

Tattoos tell stories, to the music's heartbeat.

This is our canvas, and our art-form free.

All across the nation they'll come you'll see'



Chorus:1
Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil
down at the crossroads, So it's told.

Chorus:2
I'm singing the blues.... and the wolves are howlin
howling at the moon... yea.. yea 

Chorus:3
Baby Howl howl howl like the wolves at the moon... yea

Chorus:4
Robert Sold his soul... Sold his soul to the devil
down at the crossroads...the crossroads crossroads crossroads
Joe Corbett © 2024

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