This song is about cities that don't want me, that don't want you. All proceeds to supporting bail for protestors in 2020. ACAB.
lyrics
On an unassuming day in October, The Little Red House was crushed where it stood
And the apartment complex took over the corner block
Rent starts at $1500 for a one bedroom
Get in line
The new locals are surprised there’s not new art, like there used to be
Lots of young people in the coffee shops, like you & me
After all, look how nice the streets are
And no homeless people anywhere, lucky me
I could bring my kids here
Nice place
Classic city mismanagement
Plus overzealous architects
Old news, the old one’s crumbled
News flash, your city’s next
Kinda wild, you can see festivals getting bigger every year
But there aren’t any new local bands,
Wonder why
It’s almost like the people who want to make a living off of music
Can’t afford to get by
I was on a road trip somewhere new
with my best friend, turned to him and said,
I wanna work part time, minimum wage, by myself, and preferably more than half dead
He looked and told me, this city isn’t for me, and at that point, which one is?
You find one town with out a scene
Or a miracle rising in the west
But call it yours, and once it’s big, you guessed it,
That city’s next
(He improvised verse 3)
credits
released June 5, 2020
Written, recorded, and produced by Jordan Thornquest.