Snow Angels

This song is me trying to convey the sad situation in Minneapolis, how it’s meant to divide us along party lines, and how we’re proving once again to be exceptional in Minnesota, a state as purple as Prince and as loony as our rebel bird. We’re not falling for it. This is a reminder that we’re all humans and we’re for all humans. We share the same fears about domination, surveillance, abuse, exclusion and being silenced. We all want life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
So maybe the situation here is not really sad, but hopeful. I choose to think so.

Hoo the Eff will keep making noise.

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Someone ordered up a Shirley temple and started to lear

Said bananas won’t grow with wild rice here

Then a white haired man stepped off the dance floor

Said no one really Waltzes any more

There’s a snow angel crying in the street for awhile

Both the blue hair and the red hat want an Epstein file

Maybe it’s foundation, or beta carotene

maybe it’s Cheetos or Maybeline

It doesn’t really matter, it’s an orange glow

Illumination’s from above but fire’s from below

So they pulled him away from a southern attack

Then asked if you want a small Frey with that

When you’re saying they, how many of them?

I read there’s more than one Elohim

Walk out of schools, filming on phones

Waving their arms and eating snow cones

If there’s a warrant for arrest someone forgot to file it

So they went to Portland and shot down a Pilot

Got mad at snow angels for jumping the fence

Made blocking traffic a capital offense

Someone call a doctor, someone shot a nurse

Bring him to the VA in a hearse

What happens to something Pretti when you attack it

Better ask the lady who’s wearing the pink jacket

If you’re Minnesota nice, remember this

There’s killers cold as ice in Minneapolis

Now the snow angels are starting to seethe

Down the street from where Perry couldn’t breathe

The air bridged harbor that Twin Cities frame

Mothers of Exiles, now say their name

If you think we’re somewhere we’ve never been before

Check out the election map from 1984

We’re not really right, but we’re not really left

We elected the Body from WWF

We’re not really right but we’re not that wrong

But we’re not really left without a protest song

The Boss gets an E for effort to name his Street

His rhymes kinda suck, but the idea’s neat

Maybe if Hoo the Eff can sing

Maybe you’re an angel, so do something

They told you to come and close up behind you

If you don’t shut up they might remind you

It doesn’t matter what you used to believe

Come on over here, it’s time to leave

Now there’s a welcome mat by the exit door

And a melted snow angel in a puddle on the floor

You’re not the same, not like any I know

And outside the door, it’s f-in’ twenty below

I’d tell you a tale, but the truth might be darker

The story’s longer than the mic of Bob Barker

The legends are based on something kind of true

Better give her a Ring if she’s spying on you

Gotta wear a Kevlar vest to the school photo shoot

I finally burned a hole in my old moon boot

All are welcome here so cross the thin blue line

Rocks and cows in the new skyline

They let the elevator take the royalty down

Now fentanyl went to live Uptown

Wrote a note on Signal and said no fear

Diamond hands invested in Palantir

Just when I couldn’t take no more

Phone said congrats on your FICO score

I’ll tell you the truth, I hope it won’t vex ya

I’ll tell you a secret if you don’t tell Alexa

You don’t hate the Jews or the oppressed Iranians

Don’t take the bait about depressed Scandinavians

We’re in this together with confessed Albanians

Obsessed Mauritanians, overdressed Canadians

Are you impressed? We’re all aliens!

Your cousin’s Jordanian, your baker’s Panamanian

Your friend is Romanian, your mom’s Lithuanian

Hear me when I’m sayin it, snow angels are all aliens

Come melt your trauma, mix it around

Bury it deep in the frozen ground

Be Minnesota nice to a Mexican Somali

Have bananas and rice with a Peruvian Bengali

Drink a Summit ale with a Dinkytowner from Mali

If you’re Togolese or Timorese

Or if your uncle Chuck came from Belize

If you’re Congolese or Japanese

Can I ask you please to speak Chinese

Where were you born, that’s all they’re asking

But now it’s ICE who’s double masking

Which pills are blues and which pills are reds

Hey Siri, call and ask the feds

You can Roe in the lake or you can Wade in the lake

10,000 options for baby momma to take

Minneapolis isn’t the capital but

It’s the destination for you know what

Support your people, spare all the humans

Small ones, old ones, even the new ones

Hoo the Eff is a snow angel too

Just like me and just like you

Got caught off guard making bad puns

While there’s a surge in sales of lefthanded guns

Don’t worry dog, you all go to heaven

And they’ll only shoot if you’re 37

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