with his bass and effect board and started improvising. The mood, as we sat amid the post-earthquake mess
was somber- or should I say solemn.
Anyway, we came up with a song (we have already recorded it in studio) for which I have written these lyrics.
No Place to Call Home
By HaseG and Avi Landau
I heard it comin`
first as a hummin`
Then like bass-strings strummin`
and now I dont have a place to call home
After that rumblin`
things started tumblin`
Now Im sittin` mumblin`
cause I dont have a place to call home
But no- you wont hear me cryin`
you wont find me poundin` on the floor
Guess I`ll pack up my ol` suitcase
and put my nameplate up on some new door
That night was freezin`
dust had us wheezin`
Those stars weren`t even pleasin`
now that I dont have a place to call home
No time for weepin`
with all that needed sweepin`
So few thinks left worth keepin`
and I dont have a place to call home
But no- you wont hear me gripin`
you wont hear me poundin` on the floor
Guess I think of myself lucky
compared to those who live nearby the shore
It all happened in a blinkin`
and it got me to start thinkin`
but I still aint got no inklin`
and I dont have a place to call home
Want our children growin`
dont want `em glowin`
Guess we should be goin`
and we dont have a place to call home
But its not easy leavin`
with all the memories and all I know
but those things will live inside me
and I`ll take them with me everywhere I go
(c) 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment