Iron Bird excerpt

And the lawmen, they frown upon

the hungry they look down upon

making deals to legislate

lobby in back rooms

bound by blood this yoke we wear

the debt of war forced to bear

labor sets the blood a boil

with cowed indifference we must toil

The salesmen now are governors

point fingers at young mothers

tear babies from their arms

slowly raise the blade

wash their hands of any harm

TMB 2013

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First they came

First they came for Muslims and I did not speak out because I was not a Muslim. Then they came for the undocumented immigrants and I did not speak out because I was not an undocumented immigrant. Then they came for the LGBTQ community and I did not speak out because I wasn’t part of it. Then they came for the climate scientists and I did not speak out because I was not a climate scientist. Then they came for the press and media and I did not speak out because I was not part of the press or media. Then they came for the government employees and I did not speak out because I was not a government employee. Then they came for women’s rights and I did not speak out because I was not a woman. Then they came for me and there was no one left to stand up for me.

Paraphrased from Martin Niemöller’s poem. 

NPR Tiny Desk Concert Contest Entry – T. Mitchell Bell – Simple

This song Simple was inspired by a bumper sticker I saw while sitting in Northern Virginia Fairfax County traffic one day. I wrote it years ago but it seems even more relevant now with all the electronic devices that we are plugged into.

I worked in the high tech industry until 2008 when I unplugged and was laid off during the recession. So I went to Nashville to make my debut recording and haven’t looked back. This song was recorded at my actual desk built into the wall in our den. Thanks to NPR for playing the best music. Where would radio be today without you?

Peace,
Mitch