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The Third and Final Funeral of Margaret Ann Miller
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Good ol' overdriven rock-n-roll song about murder.
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Semi-literate, godless rock and roll, tender ballads, and a song about a chicken.
Spike and Mallets is the ongoing project of singer/songwriter Jeff Keeran. For several years now Tony Keats has been playing guitar and Kyle Walsh has been pounding the drums. They are identical twins, born to separate mothers on different days. Brent Rawlings has been spotted playing bass in the band and engineering what might just turn out to be their next record. Keeran has been performing and writing since the late 80's, embracing the angry pop of Costello, Dylan, and Lennon. He's still angry today,...he just has to keep his voice down or he'll wake the baby. In the early nineties Keeran was the front man of Celebrity Toast and Jam, a Nashville rock band that caught a good deal of attention from fans and from "the industry". With a major record deal pending, youthful impatience and timeless arrogance caused them to record and release an excellent indepent recording (Large/surefire records) and move to the Bay Area. Youthful impatience then caused them to break up and go their seperate ways. Keeran stayed in California for several years before finally moving back to Tennessee. Enter Spike and Mallets...
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Genre
Rock Rock n Roll
Charts
#34,558 today Peak #152
#3,227 in subgenre Peak #11
Author
Jeffrey Keeran
Rights
2002
Uploaded
February 20, 2003
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MP3 1.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
A noise came from the coffin it was a tiny muffled sound the preacher tried to wrap it up so we stick her in the ground but he wasn't fast enough I'm sure you would understand if you or anyone you knew had ever met ol' Margaret Ann She was ninety-nine and going strong ya know she touched alot of lives she liked to touch a man with a frying pan but for the ladies she liked a knife The very first funeral we were nervous as hell we thought she might be dead alright but it was just so hard to tell of course we took back all the flowers and almost every word we'd said when we were under the impression that Miss Magaret Ann was dead The second time around everything went wrong so we pooled all our money and we told Jack to run along good ol' Jack he came back with a bottle of the finest local wine tastes like they squeezed that stuff from a toilet brush but Jack was sure feeling fine The third time will be charming just like planting seeds but won't nothin' grow in that lonely spot only a sign that reads: HERE LIES THE BODY OF MARGARET ANN MILLER WE ALWAYS TRIED TO BURY HER WE FINALLY HAD TO KILL HER
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