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I Scraped My Knuckle
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A Folk/Blues artist from the US Pacific Northwest A Songwriter, Singer, Storyteller, Slide Guitarist & Sawplayer Earthy vocals, resophonic guitar bottleneckin’ and the rhythmic moans of harmonica combine while foot stompin’ pounds out a beat.
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Folk/Blues songwriter/singer/storyteller/fingerpicker/bottleneck slider/harmonica huffer/sawplayer/washboard scrubber/Gadget maker
Reggie Miles... Songwriter, Singer, Storyteller, Slide Guitarist and Sawplayer Turns trash into musical treasure, his own homemade Nobro resophonic guitars, constructed from repurposed junk culled from garage sales, swap meets, thrift stores... Earthy vocals, Delta style bottleneck slidin' and the rhythmic moans of harmonica combine, while foot stompin' abounds, to create an Acoustic Roots Blues sound as authentic as you'll hear north of the Mason Dixon Line. An aficionado of storytelling, tall tales are intricately woven effortlessly into the fabric of music and songs A Folk/Blues fingerpicker of whimsical found and self-penned songs A virtuoso in the musical folk art of bowed hand saw melodies. An award winning songwriter, recording and performance artist who has gained multinational media attention via recent compositions like, "Wall Street Bailout Blues". Featured in a half dozen documentary film and video projects, on the recordings of more than a dozen Northwest artists, in addition to 21 self produced recordings since 1995. What others are saying about Reggie Miles... "Channeled Bukka White, Furry Lewis, Robert Johnson, Ken Kesey, and Salvadore Dali." (Brian G) "Traditional bluesie - brilliant... A mixture of Bluesey, jazzy, juggy, eclectic stuff... Solid" (Rick Fielding) "Shel Silverstein meets Leonard Cohen" (Anon) "Country blues with a novelty twist....a down home gravely voice and a driving slide guitar." (Chris Lunn, Victory Music Review) "I've been to LA. I've been to New York. I've been to San Francisco, Chicago, Memphis, Kansas City and New Orleans and I have never heard anybody like you!" (Anon) "Tom Waits meets Screamin' Jay Hawkins. Great music!" (Chris) "Reggie Miles in my humble opinion is great! It just does not get any better than this. What a talent! Oh, and by the way, I love the sound of that 'resonator guitar' he uses!" (Ron Ryan, Ghost writer for The Dave Clark Five) "One part Sonny Terry, one part Tiny Tim, three parts Mister T" (Amos Jessup) "Extremely entertaining and downright fun! Wonderfully wacky... Reggie Miles has succeeded in capturing the vaudevillian essence of depression era blues. Amazingly eerie, bizarre, interpretations featuring Reggie playing a saw." (Diane Wells)
Song Info
Genre
Blues • Acoustic Blues
Charts
Peak #88
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
Reggie Miles
Rights
2022 Reggie Miles
Uploaded
April 02, 2016
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:35
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Beat
4/4
Vocals
Male
Story behind the song
I was walking across the street and noticed a nickel on the road. As I tried to pry it loose from the tar, I scraped my knuckle. Later that same day, I was saying hello to a friend, at an open mic event. He mentioned that my hand was bleeding and I replied, "I scraped my knuckle, tryin to pry up a nickel, that was stuck in the tar, run over by a car, in the middle of the road." He told me that it sounded like a song. It didn't take long for the rest of the song to follow.
Lyrics
I Scraped My Knuckle 2008 Reggie Miles All rights reserved I scraped my knuckle Tryin to pry up a nickel, That was stuck in the tar, Run over by a car, In the middle of the road. And things dont ever seem to get better. Damn! This is getting old! Now I dont mean to bore ya, With another sad story, Bout a good man who cant get a break. Who thought that sooner or later, His luck would change, for heavens sake. I tried everything I could. It didnt do any good. Nothins turnin out like it should. And I dont know how much more of this This poor man can take. It aint my choosin Seems I only win at losin Its enough to drive a sober man to drink. Hey, beer tender! Keep it full. While I sit here and think. All these dead end jobs They leave me feelin kind of robbed Nothin to show for the time that Ive spent I dont even have enough left over To pay the landlords rent You call this a livin? All I do is all the givin And I dont get a thing in return Except another sad song About a good man getting burned I know it sounds funny But I aint got no money And these blues theyre a wearin me down Thats why Im scratchin like a hen for a worm In this asphalt ground Thats how I scraped my knuckle Tryin to pry up a nickel, That was stuck in the tar, Run over by a car, In the middle of the road. Thats how I scraped my knuckle Tryin to pry up a nickel, That was stuck in the tar, Run over by a car, In the middle of the road. I scraped my knuckle Tryin to pry up a nickel, That was stuck in the tar, Run over by a car, In the middle of the road.
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