{"id":214,"date":"2006-04-14T06:59:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-14T06:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=214"},"modified":"2018-05-17T11:29:46","modified_gmt":"2018-05-17T18:29:46","slug":"fading-away-in-california","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/04\/14\/fading-away-in-california\/","title":{"rendered":"Fading Away in California"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; font-size: 78%;\">A Year of Songs Debut <\/span><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/ayearofsongs\/images\/blogimages\/FadingAwayInCalifornia.jpg\" alt=\"Fading Away in California\" align=\"left\" border=\"1\" hspace=\"6\" vspace=\"2\" \/><\/p>\n<p>There was a period when I was damn glad to have a job in a gas station in a gritty, dangerous, inner city neighborhood. One week, there were three killings on the block, two of them in the squat next to the station.<\/p>\n<p>Needless, perhaps, to say, I met a lot of interesting folks from many cultures &#8212; if not all socioeconomic strata.<\/p>\n<p>I was hanging on by my fingernails but at least I had a roof over my head and a car and an old guitar.<\/p>\n<p>A lot of the folks around me weren&#8217;t so lucky.<\/p>\n<p>It was an era that got under my skin in funny ways and opened up my suburban-bred thought processes enough that I found myself exploring the milieu in my imagination and ultimately in my music.<\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-214-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Fading_Away_in_California\/20060413_Fading_Away_in_California.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Fading_Away_in_California\/20060413_Fading_Away_in_California.mp3\">http:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/Fading_Away_in_California\/20060413_Fading_Away_in_California.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>When I look back on my life<br \/>\nto see what&#8217;s comin&#8217; next<br \/>\nAll I see is more unpaid bills<br \/>\nmore bad checks and auto wrecks<\/p>\n<p>Won&#8217;t someone help me please<br \/>\nJesus, get my feet back in the right tracks<br \/>\nwon&#8217;t someone help me please<br \/>\nCan&#8217;t everyone see that this wasn&#8217;t supposed to<br \/>\nhappen to me<\/p>\n<p><em>I&#8217;d be fadin&#8217; away<\/em><br \/>\n<em> in the smoggy sun of Californ-i-a<\/em><br \/>\n<em> If I had my Way<\/em><br \/>\n<em> If I had my way<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">But this place got a hold on me<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">tighter than Alcatraz<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">and it ain&#8217;t got half the charm<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">that I&#8217;ve heard that Alcatraz has<\/span><\/p>\n<p>My teeth are fallin&#8217; out<br \/>\nand my liver&#8217;s going bad<br \/>\nmy wife&#8217;s gained 500 pounds<br \/>\nand my daughter has been had<\/p>\n<p>by every two bit piece of scum<br \/>\nin a low life rat bag town<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s known for its losers<br \/>\nbut then as my wife tells me every night as she<br \/>\ncrawls in bed next to me<br \/>\nhoney:<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">beggars can&#8217;t be choosers<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">we&#8217;re just natural born losers<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">we&#8217;ve been losing since the day we were born<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">we&#8217;ll be losing til the day we die<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">some of us was born to win<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">and others just to wonder why<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em>beggars can&#8217;t be choosers&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Won&#8217;t someone help me please<br \/>\nJesus, get my feet back in the right tracks<br \/>\nwon&#8217;t someone help me please<br \/>\nCan&#8217;t everyone see that this wasn&#8217;t supposed to<br \/>\nhappen to me<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">I&#8217;d be fadin&#8217; away<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">in the smoggy sun of Californ-i-a<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">If I had my Way<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-style: italic;\">If I had my way<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Year of Songs Debut There was a period when I was damn glad to have a job in a gas station in a gritty, dangerous, inner city neighborhood. One week, there were three killings on the block, two of them in the squat next to the station. 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