{"id":55,"date":"2005-11-10T03:18:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-10T03:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=55"},"modified":"2015-09-22T19:42:21","modified_gmt":"2015-09-23T02:42:21","slug":"no-fool","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/11\/10\/no-fool\/","title":{"rendered":"No Fool"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"No<\/p>\n

I<\/span> wrote this riding my motorcycle home one lunch hour in 1980. Compton to the southern tip of Long Beach in 12 minutes. It wasn’t something I did every day but, when you work in a big warehouse in Compton and you ride the bus 3 hours a day when it rains… sometimes it’s almost like magic to be able to see the ocean and make a cheese sandwich in your own kitchen on your lunch hour.<\/p>\n

I pulled up in front of the shoebox-sized apartment I had at the time on the Alamitos Peninsula, threw the bike up on the center stand and ran upstairs and grabbed a guitar and my notebook. (That’s notebook, as in spiral-bound<\/span>… this was 1980.)<\/p>\n

Simple chords underlay the melody I’d had in my head… a modified 12 bar blues. There was another verse in between the current second and third, which I eventually dropped.<\/p>\n

At the time, I was writing a lot of dark, cynical, and\/or just plain depressing songs (imagine, if you will<\/span>), many of which ended up performed by Machine Dog<\/a>, the band some friends and I had formed. By contrast, this seemed almost cheerful, with its vaguely reggae feel and sappy, wait-by-the-telephone protagonist.<\/p>\n\nhttp:\/\/www.archive.org\/download\/No_Fool\/AYoS20051109No_Fool.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

NO FOOL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sitting all alone
\nby my telephone
\nWaited all day
\nbut that’s okay
\nI could wait all night
\nand that would be all right
\nfor a woman like you
\nI would wait all my life<\/p>\n

Sometimes I pull myself together
\nand I go downtown
\nI’m all dressed up
\nand I wander around
\nand I feel like a fool
\nI can’t stop thinking of you
\nWhen you’re all alone
\nthis city’s so cruel<\/p>\n

I walk along the river
\nuntil the stars come out
\nI sit by myself alone in the dark
\nand I wonder
\nOh yes I wonder
\nI’m just like a child
\nbut I am no fool
\nI know it’s over
\n
\n(C)1980, TK Major<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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