Friday, May 06, 2011

Scarred But Smarter

Milwaukee expatriates, and Kevn Kinney was a schoolmate of one of my best buds, Scary Joe.

But this song, and this album, was done before they left for Georgia, and of course I saw them in a crappy punk club before they left, and they were loud and drunken and we were all young:



But the song tells of being old or young, and disillusioned, and burned; and dammit if he didn't nail that fucker.

clarification for vs:

Well I'm out of work, I'm out of hope
What should be of thee I spoke
Good times for the undeserved
And hard times for the ones who work


Poor man, rich man, blind man, dead man
Hoped for more than they had all planned
Just then they suffered a serious blow
As the real world cuts the line you hold


Nobody said it would be fair
They warned you before you went out there
There's always a chance to get restarted
To a new world, new life, scarred but smarter


Is it right to wish the poor man rich?
Is it right to wish the rich man poor?
I hope all that's well is well ends fair
Wished thy neighbors life to despair


Being so mad that I stop crying
No payoff for all my trying
To do it right, to never fail
Wishing for some fairy tale


Nobody said it would be fair
They warned you before you went out there
There's always a chance to get restarted
To a new world, new life, scarred but smarter


Well the way my life it turns all around
Jobs and things to do that I've found
I think how foolish I must have looked
To think I could be down for good


Nobody said it would be fair
But in the end I think it is.
Karma, justice, whatever you call it.
It's really there just keep looking for it


Nobody said it would be fair
But in the end I think it is.
Karma, justice, whatever you call it.
It's really there just keep looking for it


Nobody said it would be fair
They warned you before you went out there
There's always a chance to get restarted
To a new world, new life, scarred but smarter

12 comments:

  1. I can't understand a word he's singing...but it's not a bad song.

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  2. All wrongs reversed. LOL

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  3. I recall being loud, and drunken, and young in '87...

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  4. Crappy punk club... SUCH THINGS EXIST??!?!?

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  5. BBBB were you in New Haven when Ron's Place was still around?
    ~

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  6. Or even:
    You see, the devil haunts a hungry man,
    If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him.
    I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing.
    Then I stole his song.

    And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen,
    To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear.
    And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about,
    Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

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  7. I don't remember Ron's Place, but I remember The Moon- I saw the band "Onion" play their 10th anniversary show. No, I'd never heard of them...

    I remember seeing Miracle Legion play on the city green. I also built a stage for the Jesus and Mary Chain out of some platforms and 2 x 4's. I tested it by jumping up and down on it, thinking, "I've got to outweigh these weedy guys by fifty pounds."

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  8. left for Georgia

    The Great Reverse Migration, as the blues returns to The South on the back of a rented mule.

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  9. Crappy punk club... SUCH THINGS EXIST??!?!?

    Ummm... I don't know.

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