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Bottles Break
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Urban ballad
blues rock cherri violato
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A unique mix of barroom bluesrock and soft American rock.
The cultural soil that made the blues great has all been plowed down to sterile ground and eroded away down the long Mississippi. So the challenge for a band like Cherri and the Violators is to reinvent the blues and bring something fresh to the table. Happily, even triumphantly, the band has done just that on an album that manages to be both experimental in its reach while saying something new. The Benzie/Manistee County-based band labels their music "contemporary blues," and you have to hand it to them: they have succeeded in slapping the paddles on the old zombie blues and reviving it as their own personal creation with songwriting that is exceptionally strong.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Indie Pop
Charts
Peak #132
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
John Gorka
Rights
1991
Uploaded
May 29, 2007
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MP3 4.4 MB 128 kbps 4:52
Story behind the song
It's tough to be poor in the city.
Lyrics
I walk where the bottles break And the blacktop still comes back for more I walk where the bottles break And the blacktop still comes back I live where the neighbors yell And their music comes up through the floor I live where the neighbors yell And their music wakes me up Life beyond the playground fence Is serious as basketball Life beyond the playground fence Is serious Four blocks from the steel mill blasts I paint my claim up on the wall Four blocks from the steel mill blasts I paint my claim From my end of the southside drag It's a common thought to call the cops Further west it's been gentrified They turned biker bars into flower shops I kind of miss those Harley guys Who rarely did a body harm They mostly liked to drink and shout And flash the pictures on their arms It happens when the money come The wild and poor get pushed aside It happens when the money come The poor get pushed The buyers come from somewhere else And raise the rent so you can't hide The buyers come from out of state And they raise the rent Buy low sell high You get rich and you still die Money talks and people jump Ask how high low-life Donald what's-his-name And who cares I don't wanna know what his girlfriend doesn't wear It's a shame that the people at work Wanna hear about this kind of jerk These people aren't saints No people just are They wanna feel like they count They wanna ride in their own car People aren't saints No people just are They wanna feel like they count They wanna ride in their own car I just wanna make enough To buy this town and keep it rough I just wanna make enough To buy this town
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