Smitty WestSandman
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I have a pretty good dose of Middle Eastern blood in me, since both of my maternal grandparents were Lebanese. I have visited Lebanon several times and have never received more hospitality anywhere else in the world than there.

I firmly believe that people are the same everywhere. I also believe that people are different everywhere. The “Sandman” in my song isn’t any man in particular, rather the name represents tribalism, greed, misogyny, and religious intolerance.


Written and sung by Smitty West
Guitars by Scott Luedke
Drums by Larry Aberman
Backup Vocals by Julija Zonic
Keys and Synth by Smitty West
Produced by Cabin Trax Studios, Thousand Oaks, CA

www.smittywest.com

I have a pretty good dose of Middle Eastern blood in me, since both of my maternal grandparents were Lebanese. I have visited Lebanon several times and have never received more hospitality anywhere else in the world than there.

I firmly believe that people are the same everywhere. I also believe that people are different everywhere. The “Sandman” in my song isn’t any man in particular, rather the name represents tribalism, greed, misogyny, and religious intolerance.
Sandman!
Screaming in your wasteland.
Praying to an oil can.
You’re working such a bad plan.
With a sad hand.
In a dead land.
Why can’t you try and understand?
Sandman!

Screaming out loud, but the world don’t hear ya.
The only one that gives a damn is al jazeerah.
You dug yourself a hole, you bow and cower.
Your hiding days were over when you flew into the tower.

Sittin’ down with OPEC, it’s a price alert
‘cause your suckin’ black gold from the burnin’ dirt.
I don’t think it’s what the prophet had in mind:
Bowing every day to the Exxon sign.

Open your eyes. Take off that sheet
You ain’t going nowhere treating women like meat.
Spend a million dollars on a western blond.
I hate to be the one to tell you, “you got it wrong!”

You look just like his brother, you play the old game.
Didn’t know to hate him till you heard his name.
Nothin’ for the fellow but the sole of your shoe. And now..
…you gotta get in line to take a slap at a Jew.

Sandman!
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