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I wrote the majority of my songs about real people and events in my life, but this one is fiction ala the Twilight Zone. Written in the first person point of view, the young man in the song is sick of telling his buddies he doesn’t have a girlfriend…so he makes one up and he tells his friends her name is Maxine…she has black hair, green eyes, and is 17 (it should be noted that I was 19 or 20 when I wrote this song lest anyone think I wrote it last week or even at the age of 40…which was the age I was in this video). Anyway, our character kind of kind of goes off the mental deep end at the end and I always assumed as his friends begin to doubt him that Maxine becomes real in his mind and he really begins to believe she exists…though lyrically it doesn’t specifically support this I suppose.

And if you allowed to admit that you like one of the lines of your own songs, if for no other reason that is much different than all of the other lines of all your other songs, than I have to admit that I always liked the line “Her black high heels are clacking on the hard wooden floor”…this is mysteriousness from a youthful point of view…my youthful point of view…

I always thought the most interesting thing about the punk/new wave movement as that the songwriters had kind of beginning, youthful period, like The Beatles, The Who, The Kinks, etc…whereas a lot of corporate rock crap on the radio in the late 70s and early 80s STARTED from a middle period point of view…now I am not saying punk and new wave songs are better than the corporate rock of that time period (ok I am) partly because of this but we (the other members of The Cage and the bands around us) were drawing from this youthful period and writing about girls and strange things and we were fighting the urge to write the grand songs that were supposed to save the world…not that we didn’t try to save to world on occasion as Marty (aka Martin T. Roberts) tried to do in “Nuclear Waste” but we were “on our back porch drinking a beer” in the same song…

I am not sure what my point is, but I think it has something to do with not being able to A) “getting away” with writing a song like this at my age of 48, B) reflecting on the fact that I was aware of even at the time that I had to go with songs like these at this age and not to over think them and C) you could promise me the definitive meaning of life, world peace, and a zillion dollars and I don’t think I would be able to write a song again like this again in the remainder of this earthly life.

After writing this I took a drive to Drug Mart to buy an appliance light bulb for the fridge, the Talking Heads’ “Road To Nowhere” was strangely, almost blaring from the Drug Mart speakers, and here as I tried to match the bulb in my pocket with the corresponding one on the shelf I reflected on the fact that since I have spent most of life hopping from girl to girl and then woman to woman, with very little alone time in between, that this song about the uncomfortableness of being alone from my youth has more to do with me that I ever had time to think about…

THE CAGE is (from left to right):
Martin T. Roberts – bass
Pat Jordan – drums
Rick Barrett – electric guitar and vocals

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Originally posted 2010-08-15 04:58:14. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

For The One by The 29th Chapter (Feat. Sammy G) from the album ‘Underdogz’.

Buy the album here: http://shop.29thchapter.com/store/cds/underdogz-cd.html

Lyrics:
This is for the one, who lies in on a Sunday
Rave so hard miss work on a Monday
For the thug whose living life grungy
Beef on the street but he thinks lifes lovely.
For the chick whose chasing her dreams
Never happy with her face or waist in the jeans
For the ghetto chick blazing the green
For the mothers with kids at the age of eighteen.

Navigator:
Young thug, hold up, Ill address the issue
I aint hear to battle or rattle your cage or dis you
But you know when I grab the mic to spit dude
I WILL spit flames and they may just lick you
I may just hit you right where it hurts
Cos the light exposes a life full of dirt
You might be a flirt and hit with the chicks
But God sees you stare at her butt licking your lips
You need to fix up quickly
So what? Your 306 is nifty
I dont care what braes are shifty
Stop fighting, warfare is sickly
Dont wanna see you spreading your beef
Heart heavy, weighed down like lead in your feet
God loves you man you can head for relief
Or be another bluh bluh bluh, dead in the street.
Chorus
Sammy G:
This is for the yout who knows about lyrics, writes two pages in fifteen minutes/
Bear gimmicks, none of its tight he just mimics/
Other rappers straight down to the image/
Never seen a gun still he says that he buss one/
Diamond encrustin his rhymes when he spits them bars/
Says Ive come from ghetto, life used to be hard/
But there aint nothin ghetto about his mums yard!/
She pays the Bills, his inputs minimal/
You cant have a Bentley without a provisional/
Seriously, why so many toots wanna be criminals?/
Aint nothin pretty bout prison, really!/
Clearly they dont see what keepin it real is/
Pear kids wanna live reckless and fearless/
Hear this, for real its not what lifes like/
Why not represent Christ and live life Christ like?

Chorus
Phonetix
This ones for the rude boys sitting in the back of a Nova
Every 10 minutes and youre getting pulled over
White middle class but you talk like a Rasta
Rolling on hubcaps your mom bought from Asda
Smoke weed and you say youre a dealer
Buy all your stuff from a homeless geezer
Sell a little bit to your friend for a reefer
Saving up your cash for a trip to Ibiza
Youve got a camera phone you like to show
Cant afford a contract though youre on pay as you go
Filmed a beating so you think youre the man
But youre so stupid you happy slapped your own Nan
Please bro I think its time you grew up
Before the crown court labels you another screw up
Bring the best raps your filthy little mind can stew up
(Yeah) I bring the gospel and merk your whole crew up
Chorus

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