Story Behind The Song

This song is a protest I wrote to express my abhorrence of the usury and ugliness associated with the drug trade; like many of us I know a few characters on both sides of the trade - dealer/addict

Song Description

The rhythm section is driving and relentless through the song and adds weight as it builds The intro is a brief weighty guitar, a lyrically dense direct address to a pusher ... his narrative covers the first two verses then the chorus challenges him with a spacey and philosophical lyric The mid 8 is an angry analysis of his chosen path in life and is followed by a grungy slide solo; the outro feels spacey and sad

Lyrics

YOU CANT FLY

You can't fly
You cant fly

Started in your youth
No money no job frustration
Sellin' tabs in subways
A kinda' misspent recreation
Even your Mama gave up on you
'no resolvin' your determination
....
To leave town - a dream in your pocket
No directions - no map
Found your way for a little while
Some hustles on the right side of the tracks
You really could'a been somebody
Cos you started out pretty smart
Now you workin' the pavement corners
Dealin' crystal meth and smack
Let me elucidate
God don't negotiate

You cant fly
Said you cant fly
Only angels get that high
You cant fly
Said you cant fly
I know you got some people high
But you cant fly

You hollow like a burned-out spoon
Shoulders turned against the wind
Cold cold corruption
Poison blood getting' in
Missed out on your daddy's love
So you wanna be the resurrection
Get a man in a den with a needle
He dead already - still walkin'

Down you slipped through the bottle-neck
Kinda lost your grip Oh! what the heck
The baton passed from bad dope to dirty crack
But it put the shirt on your back


You keep on doin' the devil's work
Like you're incorruptible - divinity in the dirt
Think you swingin' on paradise gate
Let me remind you ...
The hinges won't take your weight
Won't take your weight
Won't take your weight

© Bennett