High & Mighty

by Angie Atkinson

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released November 10, 2015

Music and lyrics by Angie Atkinson*
*Friday Skin - music and lyrics by Angie Atkinson and Ryan Murvin
*Just By Being You - music and lyrics by Angie Atkinson and Whitney Tacker
Arrangements by Angie Atkinson, Coyote Anderson, Dan Crowley, Casey Heuler, Max Maples and Ryan Murvin

Produced and engineered by Dan Crowley
The Motel Room Studios, Long Island City, NY
Mastered by Scott WIlson
ScratchStudio, Westchester, NY

©Angie Atkinson 2014 (ASCAP)
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Angie Atkinson New York, New York

Angie grew up in the small town of Starkville, Mississippi. She was always a city girl at heart, but she brought that country-fried realness with her to NYC when she moved there in 2009.

Combining metropolitan sophistication and grassroots grit, Angie created her own unique urban cowgirl sound.

Her powerhouse vocals & pull-no-punches lyrics cut straight to the heart.

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Track Name: Jezebel
Bloodlettin, wet and sticky summertime
I'm sweatin' all over your sheets
You better come and get 'er, ooh baby I'm
Takin' off so honey gimme that heat

Oooo you know it feels so good
Kiss me, rock my body, hold me tender like a lover should
Oooo you know it feels so nice
Giving you my sugar while I'm breathin' in your Old Spice

Hey there cowboy, I'm not lookin' for the sunset
I'm a Jezebel, painted lady, famous, and I got a lot to do
Sadder and wiser but my eyes ain't lost that shine yet
I'm still Jezebel, baby, but I'm givin' what I got to you

Cool mornin', wakin' up and makin' sweet
Love to you 'fore I hit the road
I'm torn and worn down and you're the best
Rest stop, on top, watchin' you explode

Oooo you know we burn so bright
Lick my wounded body, tell me everything is alright
Oooo you're so damn big and strong
Well, disaster never lasts so baby give it to me all night long

(repeat chorus)

The last time I let someone claim me
He tried to tame me, blame me, had the
Audacity to cast at me the first of many stones
This ain't my first time at the rodeo
So rip my dungarees off a little faster but keep them
feelings slow 'Cause you know I know I'll be walkin' home alone

(repeat chorus)

-ama 7/2013
Track Name: Friday Skin
Friday, skin and breath and laughing
Dancing like we were insane, don't
Feel the world around us, we are
Stars and we are shooting into

Saturday, a warm a soothing
Sigh, a blanket wrapped until the
Fear creeps in and chokes me, holds the
Pillow to my face

All week long I'm thinking of you
Forcing me to be enough for
Myself and not want you, to fill
Up the empty spaces left by

Shit that went down way before you
Stumbled tripped into my line of
Vision, don't forget yourself girl
This is not a race

Ooo ooo oh oh, ooo ooo oh oh
Leave well enough alone
Ooo ooo oh oh, ooo ooo oh oh
Turn off your fucking phone

And throw that Molatov into the
Haunted house inside me, watch it
Burn down; from the ashes, I am
Rising up to meet this life and

Meeting you halfway across a
Lifetime of decisions, and not
Always searching your blue eyes for
Signs that you might leave

So kiss my now before I start to
Doubt, start disbelieving I'm re-
Ceiving the right message, not just
Static, interference and my

Pressing need to trust again to
Violently leap into that vol-
Cano, let me smolder; baby
Needs this fire to breathe.

Ooo ooo oh oh, ooo ooo oh oh
Blood and sinew and bone
Ooo ooo oh oh, ooo ooo I'm not
Made of fucking stone

This is a hell of my own creation
This is divine fornication
This is a sticky situation
This is a hell of my own creation

(solo)

This is a hell of my own creation
This is divine fornication
She be a sticky situation
This is a hell of my own creation

Friday, skin and breath and laughing
Dancing like we were insane
Don't feel the world around us; we are
Stars and we are shooting into
Track Name: Misspent Youth
Let's talk about your misspent youth that you say you never had
But maybe baby being a good boy man ain’t so bad
What exactly did you feel that your life was missing
That you thought kissing the prettiest girl in the room was a gonna, gonna help you find?

You laugh about your misspent youth, your west side summer nights
But aren’t cha such a big grown boy man now, takin’ me in the glow of your root beer lights
What exactly did you think would happen when you tapped my keg of secrets
Did you think you could drink me down and then spit me out and then leave it all behind?

That echo that you’re hearing in that hollow place inside you
Is the stomping of my worn bootheels
You lost me, you paid the cost for being afraid
You said you didn't need the needin but you'll never know how good it feels
'Cause darlin’ I’m the best mistake that you never made

Whatcha know about a misspent youth, 'cause honey you can't tell the truth from the lies
And I wish that I could wash the sight of my nekkid body right off of your eyes
I'm revoking your permission, tearing up your membership card

'Cause honey you ain't nothin but a chicken shit, coward of Queens County,
yella-bellied, lily-livered, never even knew for a second
how to hold a real woman, and I'd slap ya cross the face
just one more time if I didn't know you like it that hard.

Ow!

You got yer plain Jane, White House, bed & breakfast, and your paycheck bigger than mine
Well at least I know who the hell I am and I'll take that over money anytime
Don't matter that you're six foot two when it comes down to it honey that don't make you grown
And I might be lonely right now but darlin you're the one who's gonna be alone

That echo that you’re hearing in that hollow place inside you
Is the stomping of my worn bootheels
You lost me, you paid the cost for being afraid
You said you didn't need the needin but you'll never know how good it feels
'Cause darlin’ I’m the best mistake that you never made


Whatcha know about a misspent youth

Ah-whatcha know about a misspent youth, awww yeah!
Track Name: Red Bandana
Well it turns out it wasn't a gunshot, just a splinter
A tiny little scratch but it's hurtin' all the same
And my guns are still blazing but they're only .22s
Battered and bruised with only myself to blame

I walked right into a trap of my own making
And I burned all the bridges that I crossed along the way
I laid down my hand but you didn't understand and now it's me who's all confused
And I'm comin' up losing no matter how I play

Ok so
I'm giving up, I'm leaving this town
On the first wagon train that I can flag down
Pack my red bandana with all my hopes and dreams
I'm walkin' away, and I'm letting go
Of all the sweet and tender feelings that I'll never know
'Cause my red bandana is burstin' at the seams