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This is a great capturing of the 101 Runners LIVE mahem at the 2008 Jazzfest. It was pouring rain during our set, but we had a hundred or so diehard fans knee-deep in mud, and we really let it fly. Check out 101 at www.neworleansfunk101.com.
Looking back I must admit, Upon reflection I submit That I have always been my main concern Thinking Only of myself And answering to no one else I give myself my way at every turn Life as I am accustomed to living Has come to a screeching halt She says she is disgusted from giving And in no uncertain terms it is my fault It is my fault I’m sure that I can toe the line Some day I might find the time Right now there’s a hundred things to do I ain’t got time to tie my shoes Between the business and the blues My agent’s calling me can I call you It never had occurred to me That what I want ain’t meant to be I said I’d change to keep the peace Remembering a two year lease But if you go can I keep the LCD?
Homespun humor hides the silver spoon
He’ll spend a million dollars so you think that he’s
Just like me and you
Tell us a lie we’ll go along
Everything’s fine (if you) just don’t think beyond
For and against right or wrong
Black and white all the grays are gone
Chorus:
Hey mister spin us the plan
Dumb it down for the common man
Just use a metaphor
Help us understand
Just tell them that you’re on their side
Specially if you’re straight Christian wealthy and white
What you gonna tell them when they
Look you in the eye
Man of the people
Compassion is his middle name
He takes home seven figures but he can’t afford to
Pay a living wage
Raking it in throw it around
But you hide that stuff when the tax man comes around
Line ‘em up mow em down
Send the kids from the poor side of town
Hey mister spin us the plan
Dumb it down for the common man
Just use a metaphor
So we can understand
You keep saying God is on your side
Then who’s looking out for all those innocent lives
What you gonna tell Him when He
Looks you in the eye
Chorus
Quiet little town in which I live
Asked more from me than I could give
Everything used to go so nice
Now we’re all wrapped up in sin and vice
And though I should have seen it happen
It did not concern me
And now the noose is tightened
Had to eventually
Chorus:
I’m on the Skids, I’m on the Skids
I lost my will to live
Thank God I don’t have kids
I just want to call it quits
Shut my lids, and say goodbye
First you left me all alone
Then the whole damn town called in my loans
Closed in slowly, I can’t breathe
And I got no tricks left up my sleeve
And though I should have seen it happen
It did not concern me
And now the noose is tightened
Had to eventually
Chorus
My youth is gone, it left with you
My self-respect and my TV too
Watching pages turn too fast
More black squares on a checkered past
And though I should have seen it happen
It did not concern me
And now the noose is tightened
Had to eventually
Chorus
This is a great capturing of the 101 Runners LIVE mahem at the 2008 Jazzfest. It was pouring rain during our set, but we had a hundred or so diehard fans knee-deep in mud, and we really let it fly. Check out 101 at www.neworleansfunk101.com.
This song is from Walter Wolfman Washington's CD Doin' the Funky Thing, on Zoho Music. I wrote all the horn arrangements for this CD, some super funky stuff from an icon of New Orleans music. www.walterwolfmanwashington.com or http://www.zohomusic.com/cds_detail.php?cds_id=68
From Walter's CD "Doin' The Funky Thing" Zoho Music