Big D And The Kids Table – Steady Riot

Lower Allston Rising

The music’s made on Boston’s dejected streets

In polluted rooms and sweat dripping ceilings

We come together, defiance on the road

But the freeway can be brutal with no dosh or a home yeah

Music, a steady riot in my soul

My buddy Johnny, he can never get up

But it’s him who should be admired

Not those fame driven shmucks

Works at a bar, gives me pints and free eats

I swear, Johnny alone feeds the Allston music scene

And then there’s Sudz, yeah he can get bummed

After a long night of drinking in that rude riot fun

But it’s easy to get down when you view life as a stray

But my man he brings me up

I should tell him one of these days

Music, a steady riot in my soul

Always in me

Just walking back from Central Square

Thinking about what I heard this smart guy share

S’like there’s a time to drink and to dream

Then create and complete

My life, resistant words, a good riff and a beat

A steady riot