Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,

[datasuspect]

so that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.

Poor me, the Israelite.
I wonder who I'm working for.
Poor me, Israelite,
I look a-down and out, sir.

[Richardo]

1. Desmond Dekker - NOW you're talking

Love the proto-reggae/ska. :applause:

[datasuspect]

2. i had gotten into a head on collision in the west side of chicago

at around 3 a.m. and took the cermak bus to the neighborhood (had a busted open forehead), i was bleeding everywhere. luckily i was enormously fucked up, and although my head went through the windshield (i was a passenger), i wasn't seriously injured.

got to a friend's house where they were playing cards, and they were all like "holy shit!"

i took a few swigs from a bottle of wild irish rose and passed out. when i came to, "the israelite" was playing on the radio.

[Richardo]

3. Which just goes to show you...

:thumbsup: