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"We Can't Make It Here Anymore"

May 16th, 2007 at 06:26 am

Don't know if I've specifically mentioned this or not, but I mostly listen to

Text is WNCW and Link is href http://www.wncw.org/ListenLive.html
WNCW on the radio, a public radio station from western NC. It's the most unique station I've found, playing a mix of blues, folk, bluegrass, rock, country, and whatever else strikes their fancy. I've heard Dolly Parton, Frank Zappa, and Ben Folds in the same afternoon before.

And if that's not enough to get you to check 'em out, consider this: they play Grateful Dead every weekday afternoon at 4:20. HAAAAAAAhahahahhahaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

You can listen to them online even if you're not in the area, that's where the link above goes.

Anywho, I bring this up because I heard a song on WNCW today that I wanted to share. Don't ask me why today, as I've heard this song several times before. It's by
Text is James McMurtry and Link is href http://www.jamesmcmurtry.com/
James McMurtry, who is faily indescribable. Imagine someone whose lyrics are social commentary like Dylan but sounds gravely like the guy who sang "Convoy". Oh, and he looks like a cross between Weird Al and Zappa...

"We Can't Make it Here"

Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore

That big ol' building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore

See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna set there till they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore

The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can't make it here anymore

High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war
And we can't make it here anymore

Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore

And that's how it is
That's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why

In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore

Music and lyrics 2004 by James McMurtry

5 Responses to “"We Can't Make It Here Anymore"”

  1. pjmama Says:

    That's really powerful. I grew up in a neighborhood where the rubber factories were shut down (can anyone guess where I'm from?). What this guy is describing isn't too far off from my neighborhood. The houses (including mine) were built to house the factory workers, and after the factories closed it seems the city changed dramatically. Of course, every revolution does...

  2. Ima saver Says:

    I wonder if you live close to me? Murphy, North Carolina is only 20 miles from my town in Georgia!
    Interesting song.

  3. pretty cheap jewelry Says:

    *sigh* I'm torn between helping down and outs and feeling it's the choices one makes (with respect to education, location, etc.)

  4. tinapbeana Says:

    julie: i'm pretty durn close to you as the crow flies, but from what i can tell there's just "no good way to get there from here" as they say. if you think of the state of SC as a slice of pie, i live in the pointy part directly opposite of the crust.

    tara: it was like that in a lot of areas around here, too, when they started closing the textile plants. there are a few still open, and a lot of my family still works at one. they've been at that plant 20-30 years and it's the only job they've had. i can't imagine what they'd do if it were closed down.

    pcj: i agree that choices play a part, but sometimes there just aren't the resources to make better or different choices i.e. it's hard to fund a move to a better location when you've been downsized and are running out of money to pay the bills...

  5. fairy74 Says:

    very moving song...thanks for sharing! I think it underscores the fact that any of us could become down and outs. A lot of hardworking people lose well paid jobs and cannot make it on the jobs that remain in that location.

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