Shook ©1995
Inspired by growing tension at open mic
Written at my large table at Hardwood
PHOTOGRAPH: Joel Hatcher at The Club DI

I can’t see straight, it burns my eyes 
Turn around you funky blues man 
Play the field It’s ugly, but junky 
Can’t stand another man?
Get a girl  
Control that temper, put it aside before the real deal 
It’s not about that shit, I play guitar  
They control me, they all know me They control me, they all know me  

If I could move an object with my mind... give me time 
Give me time
How can I breathe the air we share?  
Look at all these funky people, stuck in a funky daze, they amaze me 
So I lit it up, and I shook
I shook and shook