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Cleaning Lady

This marks the second TNB tune to come out of an Atlantic Jazz Band Festival (the first, of course being REX). On the Friday night in Halifax, with Pete having not yet arrived, Shane and Jesse- obviously not hip enough to hang out with the rest of the jazz band- decided to have a little fun of their own, in the form of a couple of brown bottles. Little did they know that a certain cleaning lady would be checking under the beds the next day, and letting The Frizz know of her findings. Feeling sympathetic to their feeling pretty down on the bus ride back, Pete jotted down a verse worth of defiant lyrics about the whole thing. A few weeks later, Pete combines it with a funky chord progression from a work-in-progress, Jesse writes six more verses to it, the chorus-without-a-home from the Caswell King tune Generals Report is tossed into the mix, the boys come up with a few surprises to make things interesting (the 4th line of the 1st verse foreshadows one of these), and another trademark TNB tune is born

 

 

Cleaning Lady     (P. Gorman, J. Griffith)

 

A bit of recycling, some mud water downing

Took a pounding, I was frowning now I'm back on the mic and

I'd like to spread the Word about a bringer of the doom

This is the gospel of the nosey little lady with the broom

 

I left the town at about quarter past nine

Feeling mighty humble when we waited up the stairs

With the tickets in my hand, I was feeling pretty lucky

But to our surprise we had something coming

 

With the band in tune and the cleaning lady ready

We packed on our shirts now were ready to run

Opens the door she doesn't know whats coming

Decides then and there to do some recycling

 

Not to save the forest, not for the budget

With the sign on the door she seems to ignore us

Rather not be a friendly cleaning lady

She's the one who catches all mischieving

She's not the gal I'll call a fine being

 

You've got to run, run far from here (x4)

 

The night before sure was one of the best

Cause we were on a trip in more ways the one

We had the scoop and balls which were for the fun

Tunes were cranked but we could barely hear them

 

We had small sky scrapers all at our feet

Not thinking about girls out on the street

As you were reaching for the top, I was sailing higher

Leaving behind all old school flyers

 

Kickin the sac we started smoking

But once again we had something coming

All our troubles would bring on many chores

So take my pride and leave it at the door

And take my business and make it yours

 

You've got to run, run far from here (x4)

 



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