Keith Alan Mitchell

Songwriter, singer, guitarist – Acoustic Rock, Indie Folk, Alt Country

Been Buried

Posted on May 13, 2014

It’s been buried down to five-foot-eleven. One hundred to one inch odds it’s been given. It’s like fool’s gold, except the fool’s lost his shine. It’s a time capsule left with no sign. And how will you find it. Dig down deep and excavate. It might still survive if it don’t suffocate. It’s a coffin with the water table for a lid. It seemed so secure...

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Diamond Blues

Posted on May 13, 2014

Yeah it feels good sitting quietly with her here And I need a home ’cause it’s that time of year When us boys of summer must be men after the Fall. I want to hear all her theories of romance, But with nowhere to go, we’ve got more than a chance. Right now don’t want to face the future or think at all. Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. Sometimes you don’t...

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What it Means to Soar

Posted on May 13, 2014

It’s too late – we’ve fallen under a spell. It’s a constant force like gravity. Desire makes us lighter than air. If no one approves, well we’ll just fly away. So hold on with no anchor, with no ground. No one can say we’re falling, no, If we never touch the ground. We’ll break free from this clumsy world, And show them what love can do. And what it means to...

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The Low Way

Posted on May 13, 2014

Now if you want to go where the people are real – Look you in the eye and they say what they feel, Take the low way. That’s where you should be. There’s no one percent with power over the rest. We’ll get where we’re going if we give it our best Out on the low way ain’t no ride for free. So keep your highway. It’s the low way where I want to be. If you’re...

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Tavern Angeline

Posted on May 13, 2014

You just need a comfortable place where you can stop and think. You just need a comfortable person to serve your drink. It’s the door under the worn out sign. The place the neighbors go to unwind. Oh, the Tavern Angeline. The Angeline. The Angeline. People say what they mean at the Tavern Angeline. Mr. Johnson sits right by the door and tells the same three jokes. They passed the law a few...

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Swaying

Posted on May 13, 2014

Let’s just be barflies, yeah we’ll shut ourselves in. We’ll carve our names in the tables while the world outside spins. We stare at the jukebox like our own private lightshow, and it’s all we need. See we’ve got sin and release, excuses and peace, And nothing to hold but a glass. And still we keep on swaying Out of time with the world. Yeah we keep on swaying Just...

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