Guitar Chris Brudy - Concrete Pillow Lyrics

There once was a time when I lived the high life
Everything was mine, I wasn't treated like a mime
Folks would gather round, from every corner of town
To hear me play my songs, it would help their lives along
When Victrola records came, the sound was tinny and lame
There were just a few up on the hill, no one else could pay the bill
The old crowds still came by, to hear that sad harpoon sigh
But I knew the olden days were gone, I'd have to move along
Now I'm eating when I can
My showers are not planned
I should be happy and mellow
But I'm sleeping on a concrete pillow
When I first heard the radio, I started packin' up to go
But when people wanted to dance, that tuner didn't have a chance
I didn't have to go and camp, 'cause someone invented the gitar amp
But the writing on the wall, screamed "get ready for a fall"
Standing downwind, if I might
Tryin' to cover up my awful plight
I should be happy and mellow
But I'm sleeping on a concrete pillow
Then turntables got in gear, and the DJs were drawing near
Our whole band shook & trembled, we were going to be disassembled
Then Karoke surprise attacked, it was like getting shot in the back
Add in computer back up bands, and we was livin' off the land
An I-pod plus a fingertip
Can play way better than this
I should be happy and mellow
But I'm sleeping on a concrete pillow