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Bob Who and The Little Criminals tracks recorded from 2007 through 2017. In addition to final engineering, mixing and mastering, Bob Who (Robert Ben Mitchell) wrote all these songs, and provided vocals and rhythm guitar on all of the tracks. The Little Criminals, an assortment of musicians for hire, provided all other instrumentation.


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Track Name: Trapped On The Wheel
Trapped on the Wheel
02/15/08 - NMB


I’m up in the day
And I sleep through the night
I eat on the go
And I work through the heights
Of the hours that separate
Night from the day
I’ve never seen noon
Or the games people play
But my boss always knows
If I’m late for the show
If I’m talking to fast
Or I’m working to slow...

Oh there’s never an end
To this cycle I’m in
Cause I’m trapped on the wheel
From beginning to end

And how many times
Have I punched in my card
Or been punched out for taking
Things way way too far
You’d think I’d have learned
From mistakes I have made
But somehow I forget them
The very next day
And my girlfriend will kill me
If I ever stray
But my boyfriend don’t care
Cause he knows that I’m gay....

Oh there’s never an end
To this cycle I’m in
Cause I’m trapped on the wheel
From beginning to end

And my friends warm me
Heroin will kill my brain
Then they tell me oxycontin
Will help keep me sane
But it doesn’t mix well
With the speed or dalmane
That I shoot up and snort
With the crack I obtain
From the people who sell me
Drugs out on the street
Where you’re only as good as
The money you bleed....

Oh there’s never an end
To this cycle I’m in
Cause I’m trapped on the wheel
From beginning to end

And maybe one day
I’ll get hold of my brain
And decide if I want to
Be sane or insane
But until then I will
Continue to complain
About things that I cannot
Control or explain
Cause there’s nothing to lose
If you don’t take a chance
And there’s nothing to gain
If you don’t dance their dance....

Oh there’s never an end
To this cycle I’m in
Cause I’m trapped on the wheel
From beginning to end

Oh there’s never an end
To this cycle I’m in
Cause I’m trapped on the wheel
The wheel
Again


chords:
46.57 - 46.57.67 (2x)
45.54.65 - 45.54 (2x)
46.57 - 46.57.67 (2x)
49.57.68 - 21.32.62
32.44.54 - 47.56.67 (punch 18.28)


end:
37.46.57 (E)


copyright 2008 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Dear Churchill
Dear Churchill (#305)
12/24/12 - FtLd


Staring down the barrel line
I have only just begun
To figure out that
None of this is going any, any

Where will you take me now that
I realize that none of this
Is what I really, really
Really, really, really want to say

Dear Mary have you been
Dear Joseph what’s a sin
And does it really matter
If I live or die

And Dear Churchill history
Is just one more god dam thing
After another and another
And another and one more

Dear Einstein you’re the bomb
You blow away the Dali-Lama
And his karma
Given karma’s gravity

But Dear Churchill history
Is just one more god dam thing
After another and another
And another and one more

Dear Adolf you’re the one
Who said everyone grab a gun
And now we’re still paying
For all of your mistakes

So Dear Churchill history
Is just one more god dam thing
After another and another
And another and one more

Dear Teresa you’re the mom
Everyone’s underneath your arms
And when you fly
You leave us here to carry on

Yet Dear Churchill history
Is just one more god dam thing
After another and another
And another and one more

Dear Obama what’s the harm in
Doing what you want to do
Unscrew all the republic screws
So we can stand and breathe at ease

With Mr Churchill’s history
It’s just one more god dam thing
After another and another
And another and one more

So Staring down the barrel line
I have only just begun
To figure out that
None of this is going anywhere


chords:
52 - 63.52 - 23.42 - 42.53
52 - 63.52 - 23.42 - 13.42.53
16.55.63 - 37.45.57 - 23.42 - 13.42.53
16.55.63 - 37.45.57 - 42.53


copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Hell No Holiday
Hell No Holiday
04/23/12 - FtLd


Send me down a shaft
Put me far away
Put me in the dark
And make me slave away

But I’m not gonna stay there
There’s so much I can take
Working 24-7
Without a goddam break

So watch your baby, watch you back
Watch me escape
I’m getting outta here
On a hell no holiday

I’m swinging through the ballroom
I’m swinging through my brain
I’m swinging through the hallways
Watch me go insane

As I’m swinging in the fire
I’m swinging through the flames
On a hell no, hell no
Hell no holiday

Pull the ripcord
Shoot me into space
Pour out more little pills
I’ll evaporate

But I’m not gonna stay there
My soul’s no mistake
You can wish that I was no where
Til you choke on your own breath

So keep you prays and keep you stash
And I’ll keep on my way
Cause I’m getting outta here
On a hell no holiday

I’m swinging through the ballroom....

Talk to jesus
Hanging on the cross
Talk to buddha
Tell em everything you lost

Then he’ll laugh at you for thinking life
Was more than just a game
Cause no matter how you roll the dice
It all turns out the same

So play your hand and play your cards
As you dance upon that stage
On a hell no, hell no
Hell no holiday

I’m swinging through the ballroom....


intro:
35.46.57 - 37.46.55 (4x)


verse:
35.46.57 - 37.46.55 (2x)
39.48.57 - 38.47.56
35.46.57 - 37.46.55
37.48.59 - 36.47.58 - 37.46.55


chorus:
210.411.59 - 28.49.57 (2x)
312.411.510 - 311.410.59
39.48.57 - 38.47.56


inter:
35.46.57 - 37.46.55 (2x)


copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Track Name: The Ballad Of Little Johnny
The Ballad Of Little Johnny (for Paul Michael Zisholtz)
03/28/14 - FtLd

Little Johnny never
Was much of a man
Seems things he wanted
Never much wanted him
So he ended up on the side
Like so many of his friends

Little Johnny lived
On the corner 4th and main
In a three story walk up
With no running water only rain
That dripped in through the ceiling
Into a pan

And all the little monsters
Run away in the day
Yeah all the little monsters
Run away

Big Fred said Little Johnny
Don’t you ever wanna score
Make something of yourself
Yeah make something more
Than this dead life
That you’re living in

Little Johnny winked
So he and Big Fred
Walked down to banker’s row
Then up old cobbler’s lane
To a door with no handle just a lock
But Big Fred got in

And there was more gold
Silver, jewelry
Than anyone could ever want
Or really ever need
And they were stuffing it in bags
Just stuffing it in

And all the little monsters....

And everything was cool
Yeah everything was right
When suddenly a siren
Pierced through the night
That’s when Big Fred smashed
Little Johnny in the chin

He said someone’s gonna win
And someone’s gonna lose
And someone’s gotta give
And someone’s gotta choose
Then he took the loot
And locked Little Johnny in

And all the little monsters....

But Little Johnny had
A 22 in his coat
And when he finally took it out
He was just about
To shoot a hole in that door
When the police came in the other way

And Little Johnny turned
To face them like a man
But he still had
That 22 in his hand
And that was the last mistake
He ever made

And all the little monsters.... (2x)


verse:
39.49.57 - 49.57.68
47.56.67 - 45.54.65


chorus:
33.42.53 - 32.41.52 - Em - 35.45.53
33.42.53 - 32.41.52 - Em - 28.49.57


end:
49.57.68 - 47.56.67
28.49.57 - 45.54.65
49.57.68 - 47.56.67 - 28.49.57


(rolling pick)


copyright 2014 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Track Name: It's A Fucked Up World Of Recognition
It’s a Fucked-up World of Recognition
1/27/15 - NMB


It’s a fucked-up world of recognition
And no one can tell you for sure
If you look too hard for answers
I’m sure you will find them absurd

And the bus driver tells you go fuck yourself
Cause Clemens Street lies beyond Main
And if you want someone to talk to
There’s no one here but the insane

The people scurry round just like spiders
As the meter maids go out on strike
And the bullets that fly all around you
Are just the sound track to your life

So tell me no lies and I’ll tell you no truths
For reality lies far from here
Just take off your shoes and try to walk home
Or better yet pay the bus fare

And the man behind the counter don’t work there
And your shopping cart won’t turn that way
And if you think everything’s as it should be
Then perhaps the straight people are gay

So when your school has a reunion
Ten years after you ran away
Don’t ask if the sailors come back from the sea
Cause you know they just want to escape

And the poor scare you more than the wealthy
Even though they have nothing to say
For all that separates you from them
Is two pay checks and one or two days

Sunami Sunami just like oragami
Faluja Paluja and more
Don’t expect anything here to make sense
It’s all been here before

So if you are left in confusion
Tom Waits will right you for sure
The hometown was never anyone’s home
You can’t go back where you never were

And it’s a fucked-up world of recognition
It’s a fucked-up world of recognition
It’s a fucked-up world of recognition
God’s creation the human condition
God’s creation the human
God’s creation
God


chords:
52 - Am7
52 - Ef1
52 - Am7
52 - Ef1
E+32 - 53.63


copyright 2015 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Track Name: King Of Hearts
King Of Hearts
08/25/12 - FtLd


Roll down the windows
Get that smoke outta here
Push down the pedal
Push down the fear

Cause it’s not how fast
But how far and near
You go

And the queen of spades is walking
And the king of hearts is dead
I know

Leap from a building
Leap from a bridge
Let go of everything
That’s holding you in

Cause it’s not who you know
But what you did
That shows

And the queen of spades is talking
And the king of heart is dead
I know

Pick up the rhythm
Pick up the beat
Beat up the system
And the system will defeat

Everything you try
Cause nothing is complete
Or so... they say

Cause the queen of spades is laughing
And the king of heart is dead
I know

Think of the living
Living in the time
Time runs so quickly
And the quick are quick to find

That no one has the answers
To what’s burning in your mind
And soul

And the queen of spades is crying
Cause the king of hearts is dead
I know
I know


intro/inter:
36.45.57 - 37.49.510
39.411.512 - 312.411.512
311.49.510 - 39.411.510 (2x)


verse:
311.49.510 - 39.411.510 (2x)
212.314.414 - 212.311.412
311.49.510 - 39.411.510
312.414.515 - 311.412.512
311.49.510 - 39.411.510 (2x)


end:
36.47.57


copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Track Name: J. Wellington Wimpy's Song
J. Wellington Wimpy’s Song
06/10/12 - FtLd


Hey bartender
Pour another round
There’s just so much living
That you can take without
Oh giving up

So just give me some more
Yeah give me something good
Why don’t you give me something
That your mama said you never should
And I’ll gladly pay tomorrow
For what you give me today
So just give me what I want for now
And I’ll be on my way
Hey hey hey

Hey street walker
Show me what you got
Show me everything
From the bottom to the top
Yeah give it up

So just give me some more....

Hey drug dealer
What’s that in your hand
Is it really something magic
Or something that I can’t stand
To give up

So just give me some more....


verse:
15.25.35
24.34.44
35.45.55
32.41.52
Em


chorus:
Am7
C
24.32.44
Em
Am7
24.32.44
33.22.43
32.21.42
Em


copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

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