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Working
Working
Working
Working
Working class musician

Working class musician
Working class musician
Working class musician
Working class musician
Working class musician
Working class

Working class
Working class

Working class

Though it be a labor of love

A labor it is


Working the night shift
Mills of music venues, clubs and bars
Farmers of feelings
Trumpet trigger fingers
Grappling brass valves
Prodding, pressing
Deafened by the rattling roar in a head

Toiled by a tired heart

Resting between the swinging rounds of rhythms

Bless the drummer′s hands
Trolley a kit on the subway in the snow

The keys player's fingers homesick for cityscapes
Maraca wrists
Clap stack
Duct taped instruments
The message as the medium
Everything is practice for stopping bullets

Blossoming heartbeats
Freedom music
While the republicoons and the democrazies
Argue the complexion of money
We float between classes and corners
From caviar to canned beans

E minor is a relative of G major


They family
In soundcheck we split the difference
Just a tad of reverb
EQ the wedge
Living upright in the basement
A backwards world
Music that wrinkles time
Reporting live from the poet′s eye

Hand me down sounds
Found by an ear to the underground
Shedding off the cuff poems on napkins
Using hotel pens
A language in my mouth

Juggling rotten wisdom teeth
Fluorescent folks singing the scab of running scales
A sore throat at the merch table

Selling seashells that carry the sound
Of slave ships docked by the seashore

When your address is your suitcase
The only religion is the show must go on

I want my bread and my roses too

Working class musician
Working class musician
Working class musician
Working class musician

The rent's too damn high
The rent's too damn high
The rent′s too damn high
The rent′s too damn high
The food's too damn high
The gas too damn high
The school′s too damn high
The clothes too damn high
The phone bill's too damn high
The lights too damn high

Living from gig to gig
From gig to gig
From gig to gig

Playing to live
Living from gig to gig
From gig to gig
From gig to gig
Playing to live
Living from gig to gig
From gig to gig

From gig to gig
Playing to live
Living from gig to gig
From gig to gig
From gig to gig

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