Up-tempo, lick-based pop/rock song.
I play all instruments and sing (weakly!)
Just me right now, recently started recording.
Story behind the song
Stuck in NYC traffic while the "cool white breeze" began to blow in 1982, which inspired this song.
Lyrics
Sitting all day in my padded cell, waiting on the five clock bell.
Cut my nose and twist a bone, and dream of wheels on the open road.
Elevator much too slow as the cool white breeze begins to blow.
The punch of horns on the avenue, foretells the blacktop stew.
Cause it's bumper to bumper, red lights a-glow, telling me what I already know.
Grid lock each way, rush hour blues every day.
Zero to 60 in 6.5 really lets you know you're alive!
But 60 to zero is more the pace of every road in and outta this place.
Light turns green at the starting line...leave your neighbor far behind!
Red lights germinate grid lock seeds, each block an eternity
Where it's fender to fender, no where to go, loud Zep on the radio
Stalled car, right lane, rush hour blues can drive me insane.
Break:
Air getting thick with auto fumes, motorcycle weaves on through
Traffic cops control the flow, but there's just no place to go!
And from the rat maze underground eminates a deafening sound
If that noise doesn't make you ill, the filth probably will
Chorus:
Where it's nose to nose, will to will, all for just a dollar bill!
Burned out, re-lay, rush hour blues in rapid decay.
We do it for money, we do it for kicks. We do it to meet the chicks!
And when we're in over our head, toll free SOS...Club Med
But it's nose to tail, wing to wing, fly away to hear the birds sing
Air-line...de-lays...rush hour blues in every way!
Rush hour blues every day.. Rush hour blues in constant decay. Rush hour blues in every way!
