The song "Ghost and Me" was written both by Ryan Koch and Leeane Melendez. Ryan was going through a break-up and wanted to express his grief through a song that he had composed an instrumental for. He wrote the first verse, which caught Leeane's eye, however, she though the song needed more of a cohesive theme. The two did some thinking, and ended up likening their past-relationships to "ghosts," because they always somehow come back to haunt us. This was the first song Ryan and Leeane shared the lyric writing duties for because Leeane had previously written all of the lyrics to Ryan's instrumentals. The outcome of the song changed their songwriting process for the better. The two now collaborate on every aspect of their music by mutually sharing a stake in the creation of lyrics, melody, and instrumentals.
I'll tell you the origins of the song Movement Finds the Man. The original spark came while riding the El train through Chicago. I rode past Harold Washington Library (or college, or both, not sure) and I simply wondered who this man was so I googled him on my phone. I read a bit about him but one quote really moved me and it was Washington speaking about Martin Luther King, Jr. and he said something along the lines of great movements find men (women too) to attach themselves to. Great people do not go out in search of these things. They are simply living their lives and trying to do what they believe and maybe make a difference when these 'movements find the man.'
Fast forward a few years. I was walking to a guitar lesson on the Lower East Side when I came across a chalk drawing of a flower on the sidewalk. I guess I was feeling particularly lucid that afternoon and the line 'flowers in the pavement, everyday is perfect, i guess.' came to my mind. I was particularly excited about this one because the melody was there and it felt like it was gonna come together without much effort, which is a rare treat! As I got into it, it became a song about trying to live my life with a faith that I am exactly where I,m supposed to be. That there is comfort in knowing that the universe functions just as it should and that I play my part perfectly and that if I behave as I ought to and continue to work on myself and be a better man, the movement I seek will somehow find me. Whatever all that means.
One night, many moons ago, I was nursing a heartache with Jack Daniels and a few of my friends. As the evening passed and the Jack and Coke settled in, my friends and I sat in my bedroom while I complained of my broken heart. As I made a few statements and reminisced a few memories, my friend Lisa raised her glass high in the air and shouted, "I'll drink to that!" We all cheered to her toast and I grabbed my guitar.
Within a few moments "Willie" was made. What has now become my most requested tune, and what is now known as a fun, rowdy drinking song spawned from one broken heart, one bottle of Jack, and three friends on my bed crying in our drinks. I'll drink to that!
The song ‘Clarity’ has a special connotation for us. We met while working at an acupuncture clinic in Santa Monica. I, Alicia, was going through a bit of a rough patch. Having studied music almost all my life and having recently graduated from Cal State Northridge with a degree in Vocal Performance, I was feeling lost with how to proceed with a career in music and not at all happy to have to hold down a 9 to 5 job while figuring it out. At one point I even considered that maybe music wasn’t what I was meant to do after all, and I became even more confused. So at work one day, with needles sticking out of various parts of our heads and while drinking the barely tolerable herbal tea given to us by the doctor, I turned to Aura and said exasperatedly, “I just need to find some clarity.” Aura then turns to me, a shocked look on her face, and says, “I just wrote a new song called‘Clarity’!” Not long after, we performed at our first open mic together, performing ‘Clarity’. After that performance we both decided that this was something we wanted to pursue. A year and a half later we came out with our EP, and titled it ‘Clarity’, of course. I guess the moral of the story is that sometimes you get what you ask for : )
"78sixsixsix", the third track from our EP Moxy Kid is a song about breaking out of a small town and the small people in that town. The title of the song comes from the zip code 78666 which is the San Marcos, Texas zip code. Everyone that lived there made jokes of it being an 'evil' because of the '666' zip code.
San Marcos is a college town and the song chronicles my years in college when I felt out of place and strange. I had always felt like I wasn't fulfilling my potential and I used the small town as a metaphor for holding me back from what I really wanted in my life. I liked the idea of an evil town and I drew inspiration from Daniel Johnston's well known celebrated song 'Devil Town.' For me, the song is about trying to break free from old habits and negative people hence the line "won't the world just let me out? Won't the world just melt me down?"
The song "Sober" is about two people being in love, And having this perfect relationship, And then one of them all of a sudden has to move away, But they make a promise to each other that one day they will be together again. In this case the person who is left behind doesn't want to wait sober to hold his/her loved one again. They try to find a way to feel numb from the pain, But in the end of the day the reality is still there.
I wrote "London-town" for a friend I knew back in college. She had studied abroad, and I imagined her in London during a snowy winter and missing her boyfriend back home in the States. Having been in London myself several years ago, I drew from the various places and overall charm of the city I remembered.
After putting "London-town" on the album, I called my friend to let her know I had written the song for her. She called me back not long after to tell me she loved it! Only...she hadn't been in London, she had been in Limerick, Ireland. And she wasn't there in winter; it was in the spring. And...she wasn't dating anyone at that time.
I still wrote this song for you.
Odd Wounds is one of our favorite songs.
David wrote most of it in his head while he was working at a deli, and business was slow. Andrea helped him smooth the ruff edges lyrically while they were walking their dogs. Who plays what is lost to time.
The cool thing about Odd Wounds is its a country song. All band members were born in Kansas, and old school country music is always around making it a tradition to write at least one country song; We accomplished this via Odd Wounds.
The meaning behind the song? Well being a country song its simple lyrics is suppose to help the listener unravel the complexities in their life via introspection BUT it can be used for anything. In my experience Odd Wounds makes for a great dog bowl.
The story of Thieves & Gypsys song “Penny Arcade” is one of those stories that makes me try to understand the wondering spirt and wholeness that is called randomness. I didn’t really think much about what the song was about or what the message was until it was finished. It was a bit of a reverse effect on me opposed to the “standard songwriting method”. At the end and once I had a chance to think about Penny Arcade and look at the words and the music, I was able to understand what I was trying to get through to people.
In the early life of Thieves & Gypsys, every now and then I enjoyed playing on the streets in downtown Santa Fe. After a few showings I grew to enjoy the feeling of getting a chance to show off some songs that I had written and getting gas money. At the time I had been seen a girl for a few weeks. Like all flings it was interesting and had its place. A few weeks later she broke up with me during one of my small busking moments. About ten minutes after the break up, a man with a his six or seven year old daughter stopped to listen. He would ask me, at the end of my song, if I knew how to play any reggae music. I told the man “I only play original music” . His daughter looked at me and asked “What if you wrote a reggae song right now” I laughed and said I’ve never written a song on the spot but I could try. At that moment something just came over me and I put my finger to the strings and the structure for the song came out at that moment. Almost like a free style rapper. Then the opening lines to the song and melody followed:
“Penny Arcade a nickel a game
Can drive you insane, right from the start
Head for the heart right for the heart
tell me what you know”
I repeated that line one more time then created the chorus:
“So how low to your pretty little soul?
Tell me stories about what you don’t know”
Once I finished the chorus I simply ended the song. The little girl smiled and laughed then told me “That was not a reggae song!” I replied “Well I tried for you” her father dropped a couple of ones in my case and off they went to continue with their lives. I stayed there for a few more minutes trying to make sure that the song was burnt into my head. i then rushed to find a pen. I stopped a local cafe and asked a waiter if I could barrow a pen I then wrote down the chords and lyrics that had just been given to me out of randomness.
I would later head home call Aaron Jones to come over check out this song I had written. We sat in my living room for a few minutes talking and learning the song together. After I finished the lyrics of the song in that jam session we took a break to get some food.
Aaron and I ended up cooking and talking about bass players and bass riffs that we both loved. We finished eating and asked Aaron to come back to the living room with me to play the song one more time to lock it into our memory for our next whole band rehearsal. Once we finished it I felt like the song was solid and there was not much else to do but show it to Dave (drummer). But once I put the guitar down Aaron started playing a thumping bass riff that caught my ear. I asked him what that “You just played” he answered casually “A riff I like to warm up with”. With excitement told him we need that riff to finish the song. Aaron modified his little warm up riff to fit the song for the opening and closing bass riffs for the song.
We had a rehearsal sometime later that week with the whole band. Dave started the song with a slight reggae feeling. Aaron asked if he could play a “faster punk dancer version” Dave let the song begin and right after the critique Dave executed the idea and Penny Arcade was born.
After playing the song over and over Dave and Aaron finally asked “What is the song about” I felt like I had a blank look on my face. I really didn’t know what to say. I just told them I did not have the slightest clue. I looked at the lyrics and told them the story. I then realized that the song was about simply about that day and my girlfriend breaking up with me and this little girl calling me out to write a song. Then I looked deeper and realized that the opening verse was me telling myself that sometimes I can lie to myself to believe that there is something less to something or a story then there really is. Like how you are in a penny arcade but its a nickel a game. Out side it says penny arcade on the sign but inside the games cost a nickel. That was the original verse that I wrote on the street and it explained the whole song to me. There is always more to everything on the inside then what you see from the outside. Then the chorus when the line is “how low to your pretty little soul, Tell me Something you don’t know” It feels like you are diving in into that idea much more. Like how far do you need to got to understand something and everything in life.
I truly believe that this song was created out of randomness. I don’t think it would be the true and honest song if it was not for the events that happened to me at the time of writing it. If I had not been dumped that day I would not have had the deep thought of “why” in my head. If the little girl did not ask me to write a song there on the spot I had the opportunity to write a feeling that was still raw that didn’t have the chance to be diluted by whatever conclusion I would have drawn with my wondering train of thought. I own the emotion that of the song to Aaron random riff that just happened to fit the song so perfectly to pull it all together.
From that point Penny Arcade is requested before and during show. We believe Its a song that people turn to because of its honest raw message. I’m happy for this song and the randomness that is the fog around it.
"'I'll Take It All' is one of our favorites, because it captured a moment in our early days as a band. Diego and I were preparing for an open mic one day, when I came up with a rhythm using some unique chord structures I'd recently learned. I just couldn't get this rhythm out of my head, which is always a good sign. Diego started singing along and came up with a pretty good melody -- no solid lyrics, but that didn't matter.
The song was only hours old when we packed up and headed to the Stone Bar in Hollywood. Evan had been out of town that day, so he had no clue about the song. I had just told him about the song's time signature when he got to the bar. We ended up being the last ones to go on that night, which worked out well. Why? Because after we did our two songs I asked if we could play a song that we'd come up with earlier that day. Diego immediately looked at me like I was crazy, since he had no lyrics, but I just smiled and pushed him back onstage.
I launched into the opening riff with Evan figuring it out on the fly. Soon the melody that we had worked on at home was gone, and Diego was flowing in a way I'd never heard before! He began singing about what he was seeing: our friends having a great time, drinking, dancing and showing their support for what we were doing. It quickly became the theme of Diego's lyrics and ultimately the song. When we finished, the reaction from the crowd let us know we had just done something special. Now, if only Diego could remember the lyrics!
Fortunately for us, our good friend Don Tonic was set up to record the performances that night and surprised us with a copy. After listening to it, we realized we wanted to keep about 85% of Diego's spontaneous lyrics and the new melody line. With a little tuning 'I'll Take It All' was officially born. It quickly become a favorite closing song at our shows as it sums up the night of good vibes and great people."
"Gracia," the title track off my newest album, is a song I wrote to pay homage to my hero, Dona Gracia Naci. Dona Gracia was a 15th-century, Harriet-Tubman-like figure of Renaissance Europe. As the Spanish Inquisition was spreading in Spain and Portugal at the end of the 15th-century, Dona Gracia, a widowed single mother, amassed enough wealth to bribe kings (and even popes!) to secure safe passage for hundreds fleeing the Inquisition. She was a rebel, a true maverick of her time. She used her smarts, her femininity and her wealth to do what she thought was right-- all as a single woman in the 1600's!
I learned of Dona Gracia's story as a small girl, as we share a similar background of Spanish Sephardic heritage. I have always admired her spirit and no-nonsense drive to make the world a better place. Unfortunately, very few people have ever heard of this remarkable woman, as she has been all but ignored in history books. I thought it was time to give her her due. As the first verse I wrote says:
You give us grace
You give us life
You give us promise
You give us bravery
You give us strength
You give us defiance
Because of you we have the
Honor, fight, effect;
Because of you we stand with
Power, height, respect
The language I wrote the song in is in Dona Gracia's original language, Ladino (also known as Judeo-Spanish). It was the language that the Sephardic community spoke after their dispersion from Spain. Most people have never heard of this language, but surprisingly it has survived the last 500 years. It is rare for people to write songs in Ladino anymore, and I am proud to stand as one of the few Ladino artists today who does.
The song concludes with an English sound byte of the iconic feminist, Gloria Steinem, from a speech she gave in 1971 to the Women's Political Caucus in Washington, DC. As she says in her words, the debates are not really about money, or sex, or gender. It's about something much bigger. Dona Gracia deserves the fame and accolades today not because she was a woman. It's because she was just an amazing person. Period.
I hope my song "Gracia" helps introduce people to Dona Gracia Naci, as well as to the rich, vibrant culture of Ladino-- as both deserve to be heard.
I woke up with no shirt, a bloody left foot and a hangover the size of the moon. I had no idea who the girl was laying next to me and was clueless as to how I got home. 24 years old, in between jobs and on the run from every major relationship in my life. It'd be great to say that this was a once and awhile occurrence, but at the time Broken Road was written, it had become a daily ritual. The first verse of the song is born.
Confusion: My life had become an over boiling melting pot of reckless self destruction, constant disappointment in myself and a relentless feeling of spineless mediocracy. I had recently committed to the notion that I would pursue the life of a musician. Nobody told me that the early stages would be defined by endless hardship, intense criticism and financial instability.
We were in between recording our EP a month later and I had put the song aside. I was living out of my F250 to save money for the album, and the band was drinking heavily to soften the hard floors which served as beds. Showers were few and far between and health had become a fairy-tale like notion we scoffed at. On a phone call discussing the recordings, a "friend" in the industry assured me that I was on the "road" to success. I had heard it all before and had followed the direction of too many people too many times. Bullshit! I was struggling just to get through the day- how could this be the "road" to success? The rest of the song came into my head as soon as I hung up.
"You want music that people can relate to?" I thought...
Here you go: a brief insight into my massive struggles while trying to make it in music. A sometimes painful, seemingly endless and brutally honest, Broken Road.
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The Story of Comfort Series #2
I don't really know how any of my songs begin—a half remembered phrase plucked from a book, or billboard, or something a friend said. A strange chord strummed in reaction to a creative dead end. I don't remember where this song sprouted. What I do remember is that it grew on the road.
In 2006 I went on tour for a long time. First a full six week U.S. tour alone with electric guitars, big amps, analog synthesizer, and a wide array of effects pedals, and then moving onto a two month long adventure around Europe. Five shows in two months with nothing but an acoustic guitar and an overloaded backpack.
I do remember banging out the intro verse of this song on a glockenspiel next to the campfire while camping in the wilderness of Montana on a night off from tour. I have a muffled tape recording of this somewhere. The next time I can remember really working on it was in Italy. I was playing a show at a venue in Tarcento, Italy—a beautiful small town at the base of the Dolomites that's built along one of the clearest rivers I've ever seen. I got picked up from the desolate train station there by a guy named Alejandro, who helped run the venue. He apologized for being late, explaining that he had had to cover the plants at his family's farm from to protect them from, as he put it, “ice balls falling from sky.”
He immediately took me to a farm where they ran a little restaurant on the property where everything they served was either produced on the farm or traded with neighbors who produced said item. That night I heard about some large waterfalls upriver a bit from where my hotel was. They had trouble explaining how to get there, but I remembered that they said if I followed the river upstream I'd find it.
The next day I used my only pair of shoes to walk in the rocky river the two miles or so upstream to the falls. Quite a site and a quite a day. I made my way back to my hotel after my river trek and worked on this song as well as others. I think I finished another song that I played for the first time that night as part of my performance.
From Tarcento I went to Florence where I had some friends enrolled in an NYU affiliated video production class. I made friends with one of their instructors and ended up staying in Florence for two or three weeks, sharing the flat where she was staying. During the days I would work on music there while she was teaching. From Florence I ended up going to a small series of five towns on the Mediterranean called Cinque Terre. There are hiking trails that run between all of the villages. I couldn't really afford to stay anywhere so I hiked around all day with my big backpack and guitar until I found a little spot up from the trail where I could sleep and wouldn't be seen. Not very legal, but very beautiful. A big bright moon, a warm sea breeze, and I could hear the waves lapping against the rocks below. I slept great.
In the morning I walked into town and got some breakfast and set out to hike to the next carless village. The hike quickly turned into a steep vertical climb, and I celebrated my youth, testing my physical limits with my heavy backpack and guitar through this steep rocky terrain.
Stops in France and Spain concluded the European leg of my trip, and I ended up in Brooklyn, New York for about two weeks. I was playing a few shows and just hanging out.
I was staying with a friend who had a great basement in Brooklyn in the house he shared. While he was at work I'd work on music. I believe I finished this song in that basement. If I didn't completely finish it, I finished it enough to debut it a couple nights later at a show I played.
This nine minute song is both a part of and a partial retelling of a pretty epic journey that solidified the importance of this style of travel to my creative pursuits.
The story behind "Pretty Little Mind"
The Song "Pretty Little Mind" is about all of the things that can happen when you have distance from your loved one. The lyrics begin "There's a strange strange stranger sleeping in my bed//now sleep for me is out of the question".
The journey of the song is from a one night stand to a lonely show ending with a run in with the police, laced with a Chorus of longing and hope.
I wrote this song missing my lover who was abroad for 3 months. In that time there were all of the things that I wasn't proud of, things that felt very insignificant compared to my love and my longing "counting seconds hours minutes days months till you're by my side". We pick and choose the way we appear to others, "Pretty Little Mind" is a reflection on that. It's a song many listeners have latched onto and on the whole a universal concept.
The song Gold Dust came about when I was going through a lot of life transitions. It's about the delicate line of waiting and pressing through for something to become what you want it to be, or realizing that it's not meant to be and that you should let it go. It has a two way meaning for me of a relationship that was crumbling apart, as well as a reality check of my aspirations. The song is about the fragility and beauty of wanting something to work out, but the looming possibility that it won't happen. Thus the chorus lyric "Were we building just to watch it fall?" The last line of the song is "There used to be Gold Dust coming out of your mouth..."
Here we go again, thinking this ride will never end
waiting on forever takes a long time
i would rather say goodbye
Yellow paint is slowly peeling off the walls
soon this old house will crumble and fall
three stories high with nothing to show
all the potential of an ashes glow
When it's all said and done
did we really say anything at all
were we building just to watch it fall?
Left that chair in the corner of my mind
there sits all of my hopes and dreams combined
and I tell them one day soon they can leave
until then the dust keeps gathering
There used to be gold dust coming out of your mouth...
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The song "Best Friends" is the title track off of our debut record, which we released this past August. I personally really like the placement of the song, since it comes right after the song "glow brighter", which in contrast is much more lamenting and dramatic. "Best Friends" started as a joke between myself (Sean), the guitarrist (Mike) and my roomate at the time Aldean. I heard Mike playing the chord progression that would ultimately become the song, and the words just came out of me. Lyrics are certainly the hardest part of the writing process for me, and as a result many of my lyrics do have an abstract, "come up with your own premise" type of aura. However, "Best Friends" is one song that everyone can grab the same meaning out of, and needless to say it has been a real hit on the record as well as on our live gigs.
When Mike and I finally showed the song to Paulie (Keyboards) and Sam (Drums), the song pretty much completed its self in one rehearsal. All of a sudden, we had this jazz-meets-randy newman type of song that we knew had potential to really grab people. I find that the song has a very abrupt, yet relieving impact when we play it live, especially because we often surround it with material that sounds NOTHING like that song. The contrast of our live set really comes full circle when we play it.
When the record "Best Friends" reached its labor stages, it was obvious that the record should be named after this song, particularly because the record literally could not have been done without some of our best friends. We are so thankful to all of the people who made the record possible (our engineer did ALL of the work for free, artwork was done by our close friends, friends always coming in and out of the studio as we pulled all nighters), that we even asked many of our friends to contribute to the shout chorus at the end of the song, so that they could help contribute to the love we felt towards them, and to the friendships that surround us everyday.
The song "Crystal Fire" off of the album "Vaca Money" released on 9/30/11 was written by Adam Brown of Mosey West. The song was written in April 2011. After a rough night at the bars, Adam woke up to the smell of smoke in his home. The smell of fire was actually coming from the Crystal fire, a wildfire in the foothills west of Fort Collins. Adam stared out the window at the smoke as his head pounded from the night before. Snow fell lightly on the ground and Adam picked up his acoustic guitar and wrote the song about his experiences over the past few days.
This song begins in the incomplete philosophy I lived by in my youth. There were two things that made me happy: writing songs and being there for the people whom I cared about. When you are young, your "friends" are decided by proximity and social chemistry. You make a lot of decisions without ever knowing who people are, including yourself.
I found out that someone very close to me, someone I thought I knew best, had attempted suicide. I found myself holding the girl’s family together with every waking second after the unexpected event. I made myself available to the girl at all hours of the night because she did not come out of her shell until then. Someone had to, right? So time ran together for 37 days and 37 nights until I had nothing left. There was no patience in me anymore.
Right when I was sure it could not get any worse, the former boyfriend of the woman I was dating killed himself and blamed it on us in his note. All of the woman’s "friends" turned against her. The woman’s family, not knowing how much it hurt her, cracked jokes about her being "to die for" all the time. Between her friends and her family, I had a lot of fights on my hands. (At the time, I was boxing. It wasn't how I solved everything, but it wasn't a last resort as it should have been). It was lost on me at the time how selfish of a thing suicide is if there are those in life that truly care about a person.
I couldn't figure out how to be the woman’s lover and her friend through this, so we split. I became like a big brother (or a guard dog) to her instead, making myself available to her no matter what. The universe must have let everyone know that I was available to lean on again, because everyone called during the next few days with pleas, cries and yells of, "I need this," "I need that,” and, "I need you." I kept showing up until one day I ended up at my former lover’s house to resolve some issue between the woman and her brother. I walked in, kicked him in the balls, and started wailing on him. I didn't say a word, just let all of it out on him. I was breathing steadily, yet tears were flowing. I continued to rain blows down until he stopped fighting back. Apparently, the offense against her was bad, because she said thank you as I left. (He was in prison the next time I heard anything.)
I left without a word, proud for a moment. Then I realized, as messed up as he was, I didn't even know what he did. What did that say about me? I tried not to let it get to me. The next day I showed up at the gym, but it hurt my hands to wrap them up in tape! So, I skipped boxing and went to school. After school, the baseball team started taking batting practice. I hit one ball and throbbing pain went through my hands as I dropped the bat. So I went home. Then I picked up my guitar to write the pain away as I did when everything was a little bit more than I could handle. . . but my fingers wouldn't move the way they were supposed to.
I had to settle for just lyrics that day because I was being punished by the universe. After 17 years on the planet, I had not yet realized - if you are going to be a good friend, family member, or just there in general, you have to be able to stand on your own two feet first. Until you are, you will not be ready to be there for anyone else.
The music came six years later as I stumbled upon one of my first song books. The "Nightmare" of my youth was simply too important not to finish.
O, Be I Your Bluebird is a love song between two birds. Sadly, the love didn't stand the long distance between Montreal, Canada and NYC, but the feelings are still true today. As an American living in Montreal, Canada in the summer of my 24 years, I met a Métis (half Native American - Cree, half Anglo) guy, and fell for his honest music and dashing looks. His last name was Cardinal, and I, always flighting around from this country to that (US, Canada, France, Germany), found someone whose eyes I wanted to see through. He was a Rocky Mountain countryman, a whistler, writing of tall trees shaking the hands with this God-given sky. Not that either of us were religious. It was an all-encompassing understanding of the divine quality of time and distance.
When we were living and loving long-distance, he wrote a poem for be, talking of staying by. I wrote in turn for him, andThe song starts out talking of whistling trails and round rump tails. Intimate times with each other.
Let the Rain Fall was penned in the backyard of my apartment in the Spanish Harlem section of New York City. One of my best friends was going through a difficult breakup at the time and I wrote the song for her. The verse talks about those final moments of a relationship when you know it’s about to sink but you just can't let go.
While the song began as a "break up song" it quickly turned into a song about letting go and starting fresh. Rain is often associated with sorrow but I find it can be cleansing, beautiful and pure. In the hook "let the rain fall down on me, let the water wash my pain away, goodbye sorrow and hello to a brand new day" that's the idea I was hoping to convey.
Musically the songs structure is fairly simple. The challenge for us was to bring in other elements to give the song a unique sound and feel. The addition of the pizzicato style plucking of the cello strings adds subtle color to the background that for me simulates the falling rain of a passing storm. The Tabla dictates the rhythm at the beginning of the song and represents a beating heart. Towards the end of the song the full drum set kicks in, adds intensity and drives the song from what initially began as folk based, singer songwriter tune into a rock ballad.
The group is comprised of four songwriters with different backgrounds and different ways of telling their stories. Below is the story behind one called, “Odd Jobs”:
Odd Jobs was written during the height of the occupy movement. In Minneapolis people were gathering by the hundreds at the city capital, financial institutions and foreclosed homes in protest of a wide range of issues. Some were camped out in tents in the city to protest. Late in the evening police came with knifes to slash tents, trash bags to throw belongs into and handcuff to arrest people in their sleep. At the core of all the intricate issues and protests is the search for common respect for all people. Odd Jobs is the story about a character is grappling with the costs of living in a society like this. Questioning the costs of protesting, the benefits and looking for some personal truth.
I make a little money on the side/through odd jobs and late nights
works not steady but it pays in cash/if you ain’t making it your spending it so I spend it while it lasts
I'm a sucker trying to make ends meet/struggling to stay on my feet
What is the price of a voice/to scream in the streets
Making the choice to rise from your knees
I heard once and maybe one too many times/that the boys downtown are turning dollars out of lies
So the people flood the streets with their painted sings and protests rhymes then beaten by the police lines
I was looking for a different conversation with significance
down at the city square, thats not public anymore
Just searching for truth leads me that government lies but honey money does too
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