i walked with wind whistling down the line
all of their money used to be mine
since i haven't got a thing
blues 'round this land gonna sing
i walked in the doors of the liquor store
i saw my clothes reflected in the glass and the floor
i asked myself do i need me another
another drink, another job, another chance to get more
held out for hope, held my hand out for bread
i wanted dollars, i got dimes instead
asking myself to do it different,
'til then the blues are whistling, my friend
i didn't need nothing, I don't need a thing
i wanted new shoes not no diamond ring
theres a man in the city with a name and address
and he's sitting pretty on half my paychecks
we walked together in those midnight hours
all of that money used to be ours
since we haven't got a thing,
the blues round the world gonna sing
Composer and multi-instrumentalist Robert Stillman takes a magnifying glass to American self-image on his latest avant-garde work. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2022
Recordings from the last 13 years of Buffalo, NY's avant-garde collective Cages, ranging from surreally beautiful to deeply unsettling. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019