A little foray into swing this weekend [ooh, err]. No, not that kind of swing, jazz swing, niiice. I built this song up from a couple of drum loops and some saxy horns [shh, no missus], organ parts [what did I just say?] and then played a bassline, did a little guitar solo and ad libbed a vocal melody to make it into a song, if you could call it that. Anyway, it’s about a guy lamenting the fact that not only do they have no food on the table and the roof’s leaking, but he cannot take his gal for a drive in his limo either…sad.
No free ride (The low down on the sky highs)
You might think that you’ve got a free ride,
That your words really can turn the tide
But there’s one thing way beyond doubt
There ain’t no limo waiting outside
No food on the table, a roof that’s unstable,
and there ain’t no car on the drive
I once thought that we had a good chance,
Of making moves that would just let us dance
But one thing is way beyond me
This ain’t no big moneyed fine romance
If you think there’s a free lunch,
girl I’ve got a real hunch, you ain’t given up on chance
We once gave it up as our lot,
We avoid the haves and haves not
But you know, it’s way beyond doubt
We tried to give our true best shot
Cos things are getting tight,
I don’t sleep too good at night, we don’t have an awful lot
Nowhere to drive and nothing to drive in
No free ride and nothing to drive
The cash it’s not piling, the bills still sky-highing.
It really just ain’t happenin’
There’s no food on the table, the roof it’s unstable,
but it still ain’t happenin’, no ma’am
If you think there’s a free lunch,
girl I’ve got a real hunch, it just ain’t happenin’
I always thought that we’d make it some time, knead the dough for the bills we would find
But, there’s one thing I just have to say
There’s still no limo waiting outside
If you think there’s a free lunch,
girl I’ve got a real hunch, you’ll hate being cut down to size
You might think you got a free ride,
that your words really could turn the tide
But, there’s one thing that’s way beyond doubt
There really ain’t no limo outside
We’ve got no food on the table and a roof that’s unstable
And, there ain’t no car on the drive, no
There’ ain’t no car on the drive, no, no, no
There’ ain’t no car on the drive, ain’t no car on the drive