We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $1 USD  or more

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Eco Pack CD packaging from Atomic Disc

    Includes unlimited streaming of The Teenage Years Of The 21st Century via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    Purchasable with gift card

      $7 USD or more 

     

  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 13 Micah Schnabel releases available on Bandcamp and save 15%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Live Mutiny, Dirtbag, Coin$tar, White Roses, Existential Dread Machine, The Teenage Years Of The 21st Century, Emergency Room, New Shoes, and 5 more. , and , .

    Purchasable with gift card

      $47.60 USD or more (15% OFF)

     

lyrics

My uncle, he hates immigrants
He talks about it on the internet
He lives in a town that’s 96 percent white
How do I talk to him?
How do I fight
A white, cis, rural male stereotype
Who’s retreated into anger
And blames his personal failures
On people who happen to have different color skin
The world around him is changing
And instead of evolving he’s raging
What’s the point of engaging if it’s just about him
Throws a grown up sized tantrum
If he’s asked to share
With someone who has less than him
He asks “why should I care”
When did being a decent human being become political
How have we become mean hearted and cynical
Now being pro-library is a divisive stance
They want to privatize reading
Poor people don’t stand a chance
The little boy king sits alone on his throne
Threatening nuclear war
from a free app on his phone
Humility, civility, stability,
You’re killing me
We left those all for dead a long time ago
I’m glad I don’t have children
To try and explain
That being murdered at school
Is just part of the game
stack the desks against the doors
Try and ignore
That you’re surrounded by chaos and pain

So Micah, what’s your point?
Well, before I go
I’ve gotta try and say
something about hope




About not letting anger tear us apart
Not carrying the weight of hate in our hearts
How there can be brilliance in failure
Finding growth in pain
Recognize that all humans are basically the same
We’re all 60 percent water but we hide from the the rain
We remember the faces but forget the names
We’re all wearing different uniforms
but we’re all playing the same game
And if it all falls apart
We only have ourselves to blame
The golden rule is bleeding and covered in blood
And I know in these wounded times
Words are never enough
But these words are all that I have

That and the right
to remain silent
But that feels too close to compliance

I know I have the right to remain silent
I just couldn’t today

credits

from The Teenage Years Of The 21st Century, released December 3, 2019

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Micah Schnabel Columbus, Ohio

Micah Schnabel is a singer/songwriter and author from Columbus, Ohio.

contact / help

Contact Micah Schnabel

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Micah Schnabel, you may also like: