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"Some of our greatest accomplishments as a nation are the result of immigrants who came here seeking a better life and ultimately helped enrich our society. We wouldn’t have the theory of relativity, Google, Van Halen, iPhones, Bohemian Rhapsody… I could name so much more. I can’t imagine the world we would live in if we shut our doors to the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free."
- Macabre Americana co-founder Laura Dadap

“Oscar is a real person, an American immigrant, I met mere months before the 2016 Presidential election. He was terrified of the outcome. As an immigrant going through a divorce from an American citizen, he was petrified that he was going to be deported to his homeland where he was persecuted for being gay. We cried together, and I assured him everything was going to be okay. I didn’t know what else to say. I went back to my friend’s apartment and felt starved for joy and wrote this song for him. I always imagine that he’ll hear it someday.”
- Macabre Americana co-founder Blake Pfeil

lyrics

Don’t go downstairs yet
You still got time
You still got your invitation
You’re not a crime
You should stop playing hide-and-seek now
Come out come out
You should be sipping tea with someone
Not steeped in doubt

So don’t go down
Slipping thru his fingers
You’ve been thru the ringer Oscar

Come on sit down next to me
Come on, come share my bread
Don’t listen to that little voice behind you
Cause his bark is just his bark
Don’t pay no mind to what he said

No so don’t go down
Slipping thru his fingers
You’ve been thru the ringer
Oscar
And I know you’ve been
Holding every breath still
Thinking that they’re coming for the kill
But come on home

The water’s too damn cold
And you got some hands to hold
So hold on
But your story’s still untold
And you got these hands to hold
So hold on

Don’t go down
Slipping thru his fingers
You’ve been thru the ringer
Oscar
And I know you’ve been
Holding every breath still
Thinking that they’re coming for the kill
Let’s bring it home

credits

released June 27, 2019
Music and Lyrics by Blake Pfeil
Additional lyrics by Lacey Madden

Drums: Willy Coon
Electric Bass: John Gilmartin
Keyboards/Vocals: Blake Pfeil
Backup Vocals: Laura Dadap, Lacey Madden
Tambo: Laura Dadap
Sax: Richie Phillips

Horn arrangement by Richie Phillips
Vocal arrangement by Laura Dadap

Engineer/Mixer: Tom Tierney
Recorded at: Spaceman Studios, Brooklyn, NY
Cover art: Willy Coon

For Immigrant Heritage Month 2019

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Macabre Americana New York, New York

Macabre Americana is a NYC-based folk fusion collective whose music sheds light on the dark side of the American dream, past and present.

Macabre Americana is:

Willy Coon
Laura Dadap
John Gilmartin
Lacey Keane
Blake Pfeil

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