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Blues, blues everywhere but no one left to sing

from Rough cuts from Sing Sing by Kinch Kinski and the Strangers

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They tell the secrets 'bout the people who are under the floor
Tell the secrets to the men who knock, knock at the door
Tell the secrets 'bout the people in the attics and walls
Tell the tiny little secrets to the men at the door

“Their moaning woke the sleepers
Should have buried the bodies deeper”
“In time you'll find the sleepers
Sleep through without a peep, sir”

The sun turns black
But no bells ring
People, tell you people there's
Blues, blues everywhere, but no-one left to sing

And in their new home they've got helpful little signs on the door
And in their new home they've got piles of children's shoes in the hall
And in their new home they've got helpful little signs on the door
And in their new home there's a stench that seeps and sticks in your pores

“The number's don't add up, sir”
“Well, you're gonna have to work a little harder
Or else the man up top, sir
Will come down: lay off this worker”

They escape by turning into smoke, and sink beneath the sea's black ropes.

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from Rough cuts from Sing Sing, released November 3, 2013
Guitar and vocals: Kinch Kinski

Blues, blues everywhere but no one left to sing © Kinch Kinski 2011.

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Kinch Kinski Thornbury, Australia

Kinch Kinski played in a grunge band, then a gypsy band, then a psychedelic jam band and a covers band with a drill in it called P.E.N.I.S, then a folk-pop quartet, then, in confusion, he went solo for a few years.

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