working class musicians (Explicit) - Aja Monet
Lyrics by：aja monet
Composed by：Justin Brown/aja monet
Produced by：Meshell Ndegeocello/aja monet/Justin Brown
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 trolleying a kit
On the subway in the snow
The keys players fingers
Homesick for cityscapes
Maraca-wrists clap stack
Duct taped instruments
The message as the medium
Everything is practice for stopping bullets
Blossoming heart beats 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 a reverb eq the wedge
Living upright in the bass meant
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 folk 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 musicians
Working class musicians
Working class musicians
Working class musicians
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 bills 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
