I read a good book a while back called “Blue Blood” by Edward Conlon, a HARVARD alumni, (maybe Gates should read it) and wrote this song mostly just reiterating the descriptions there… I also borrowed a few lines from Peter Maa’s “Serpico” but my intentions were to write a song that would run counter to the rampant debasing of law and order and the police forces that the media propigates(propi- “gates”, no pun intended)…Especially after hearing so much of Springsteen’s chastising of the law (especiallay “41 shots”…I wrote a similar song, called, not coincidentally, “41 Shots” before he did, but never played it in public,because I thought it was too naive in it’ s thinking) …I’m not sure if this is the right song…but in drop D tuning it’s at least something contrasting to the agenda being cultivated by the MSM.
Also the timing of this incident with the Education Bill (provisions of the Stimulus) draws my skepticism on what kind of doctrines schools and teachers are apt to be awarded federal monies for future teachings.
The Blue Blood
It’s a Jersey trade of crime and flesh
I’m jest a minstral boy in these ranks of death
I pull the 3 to midnight on the verticals up
They say, “Only the guilty sleep once ya get ‘em locked up”
But you jest lookin’, lookin’ for what you must
Until you know what it’s like to be born a blue blood
Beyond the green lights, beyond the yards and fields
You can hold ‘em dead to their rights, then they start cuttin’ their deals
‘Till they can spit in yer face, sit an’ smile smug
They don’t know what it’s like to be born a blue
In the lobbies some of ‘em even hold the doors
or behind the counters of a record store
then it’s buried in yer body with a .22 slug
still don’t know what it’s like to be born a blue blood
Sometimes ya draw a thin line, sometimes go farther then you should
but when there’s no place to go, no point in tryin’ how the hell do you do any good?
What is right is right an there’s no other way
Folks kill themselves by goin’ astray
an sometimes ya find yer own mind can be its worst drug
‘Cause ya don’t know what it’s like ta be born a blue blood
Until yer gone, gone to yer graces, burned down to the dust,
my friends ya don’t know what it’s like to born a blue blood
So ya jest keep lookin’ lookin for what ya must
Till you know what its like to be born a blue blood.
