Things - Daisy Friday

By Joy Lynn Clark

06/17/2024

I wrote this song sixteen years ago as I was watching the tale of the “infamous” Burr Oak Cemetary scandal https://daisyfriday.net/burr-oak-on-the-colored-side/ unfold on the local Chicago news. I still had not known that I had ancestors buried there but I was asking around. As I heard the story, my mind drifted off about vampires, zombies, and grave robbers. Things is part of a larger work that I was going to make a, “rock opera”. I never managed to finish it but, there are a few more tunes. I also arranged the original duet to a solo. I never got my settlement.

Below is a palatable, work in progress.

7/17/2024 I decided to try EBU128 on this mixdown so, there it is. Not sure if I am going to change it or not. Lets let it marinate. I am thinking, “Dance Mix!”

Things

I love shiny bling. Jewels, gems, golden rings.

We gon show em how we running this

Take their chiefs chain and roll up in his whip

Now the ground is thawed its spring

Bet the old graves still have bling

We gon show em how we running this

Getting money insane now we got a grip

We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains

We need these things, for the pain there is no cure

We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains

Need these things, the chains help me feel secure

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

No matter who must pay,

Im gon get mine anyway

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

No matter who must pay

Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway

I’m gon creep and sneak into this room and peek

My guys outside digging ditches

And in the end we gon be the richest

Come in as I please cause I copied the bosses keys

And I wear my mask so I won’t get a sickness

We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains

We need these things, for the pain there is no cure

We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains

Need these things, the chains help me feel secure

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

No matter who must pay, I’m gon get mine anyway

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway

So I slide my key in the knob

On this baller I’m about to rob

I hear a sound what the heck is that

Damn I think I just got scratched

I know my boys coming soon

Gonna get my bag fully packed

Going down and we all on track

Being broke I aint going back

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

No matter who must pay,

Im gon get mine anyway

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

No matter who must pay

Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway

Lite my cig, take a swig while this ditch I dig

think I’m bold but with this gold my rep will grow big

hear a click and I know Ive hit my merchandise

so I pop the top and I grab my stock

my enemies will all think twice

We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains

We need these things, for the pain there is no cure

We need these things, slaves to these whips and chains

Need these things, the chains help me feel secure

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

No matter who must pay,

Im gon get mine anyway

These are hard times and I’m gon get mine

No matter who must pay

Doesn’t matter cause theyre dead anyway

Joy Clark