A song about a 20 or 30-something someone who can't fit it. My sister's singing harmony. I'm overdubbing all the instruments, which include a one-of-kind single string bass, silver flute, my own mini-drums and strange keyboard.
I wrote and recorded it: Den Poitras----artist name is Denz.
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they have computers and credit cards
three-stalled garages and landscaped yards
he's still a kid somehow
no job, no pension
no sense of direction
there's nothin' for him in this shoppin' mall
there's nothin' for him in this world at all
men have bellies under business suits
they have wives with grey hair-roots
he's still a kid somehow
no ties, no stress
no lies, no mistress
there's nothin' for him in this shoppin' mall
there's nothin' for him in this world at all
women got babies and lots of worries
day-time TV & chocolate cherries
he's still a kid somehow
no strife, no night-school
no wife, he's no fool
there's nothin' for him in this shoppin' mall
there's nothin' for him in this world at all
down the halls of glass walls, past the shops and the fast food
he falls into a bad mood, then his cell-phone calls......
..."there's nothing for you in this shoppin' mall,
there's nothing for you in this world at all."
They have a morgage and bills to pay
they're workin' harder every day
he's still a kid somehow
no prozak, no banks
no muzak, no thanks
there's nothing for him in this shoppin' mall
there's nothing for him in this world at all
no, no! no, no!
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