Music Monday: Where the Bottles Break

John Gorka had a streak of amazing albums which, although none were as uniformly perfect as I Know, contained a ton of songs any one of which could be a career highlight. One of my favorites is “Where the Bottles Break”:

I walk where the bottles break

And the blacktop still comes back for more

I walk where the bottles break

And the blacktop still comes back

I live where the neighbors yell

And their music comes up through the floor

I live where the neighbors yell

And their music wakes me up

Life beyond the playground fence

Is serious as basketball

Life beyond the playground fence

Is serious

I’ll never be that sort of tough but listening makes me understand that feeling.

Listening to the chorus makes me feel a different sort of nostalgia:

Buy low, sell high

You get rich and you still die

Money talks, people jump

Ask how high low-life Donald what’s-his-name

And who cares?

I don’t wanna know what his girlfriend doesn’t wear

It’s a shame that the people at work

Wanna hear about this kind of jerk

This kind of jerk is wrecking the whole world now.

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