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The Laundromat Blues © 2005 Words & Music : B.Ferrier
Baz says: If you’ve ever been short of a quid, then you’ve probably had the Laundromat Blues.
I really enjoy trying to write a song ‘within’ a genre and make it sound ‘right’, and somehow grasp hold of that ephemeral sense of ‘the authentic’ and, because of this strange quirk in my personality, I’ve always wanted to write a tex-mex song. I just love that hazy, romantic, spaghetti western sound.
Of course I’ve never been anywhere near Texas or Mexico and I’ve only a very vague idea of what tex-mex music really sounds like, but I wasn’t going to let these mere details get in the way.
So I wrote this one on a theme I know a fair bit about, which is existence as an inner-city, low-life, drop-out muso gun-slinger, hanging out with my mates, chasing chicks and getting by.
Well, tonight’s another night, no use putting up a fight, just go with it
Let it take you where it will, let it shock you, let it thrill
At least you’ll feel it
You got the Laundromat Blues,
you’re sick of reading last years news - it’s a crisis
but the crisis never ends, still you’re trying to make amends
for all your vices
You’d need a truck load of money to change your life
You got no health care plan, no trophy wife
It’s just another Saturday night
Chorus:
We’re cruising in a clapped out car,
I’m a pool hall legend, you’re a rock n roll star
When you lay your latest song on that beat-up Kalamazoo guitar
We’re watching all the honeys on the beat
All the freaks hitting the streets
The moon is shining bright
If we got one rule : there’s nothing wrong with feeling alright
Feeling alright
There’s a party going on and she’s wearing a sarong
And you lean against the sink,
the kitchen’s spinning round, and you’re swept up by the sound
And it’s blissful not to think
There was something in her eyes which took you by surprise
Cause a look can mean so much
And the conversation swings from the stars to deeper things
And somehow fingers touch
And it’s almost like stage-fright,
As you turn out the light
It’s just another Saturday night
Chorus:
We’re cruising in a clapped out car,
I’m a pool hall legend, you’re a rock n roll star
When you lay your latest song on that beat-up Kalamazoo guitar
We’re watching all the honeys on the beat
All the freaks hitting the streets
The moon is shining bright
If we got one rule : there’s nothing wrong with feeling alright
Feeling alright
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