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It's My World, Too (Scott Ainslie)

from The Feral Crow by Scott Ainslie

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I began this song with details out of the NY Times article on the closing of US Steel in PIttsburgh in the 1980s and finished it for this record, roughly twenty years later. It was a long time coming! Sadly relevant today.

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It's My World, Too (Scott Ainslie)

I’m just 36, I’ve got 4 little ones;
I’ve been workin’ here 17 years.
Settin’ rivets and welding and working the cranes;
17 years, goin’ straight down the drain;
building a future that never came.

Married straight out of high school, had me some fun;
Come Monday, I guess she’ll be gone.
We built the United Nations and the Empire State;
and the steel arch spans over Mackinaw Straits.
But next week, they’re locking the gate.

Don’t they know what they’re doin?
What we’ve made? And what they ruin?
Don’t they know it’s–it’s my world, too?
Don’t they know? It’s my world, too.

Newspapers leap and twirl down the street;
In a crazy kinda waltz.
Husbands and wives toss and turn in their sleep;
Our bridges are falling from under our feet.
Who’s sewn the seeds that we reap?

Don’t they know what they’re doin?
What we’ve made? And what they ruin?
Don’t they know it’s–it’s my world, too?
Don’t they know? It’s my world, too.

And your smokestacks have darkened the stars in our skies;—-
And your foundry that blew sparks and soot in our eyes—–
And looked like the 4th of July…

Verse Instrumental

The lights go out here ’bout a quarter to nine,
This old steel town is dyin’.
All these houses for sale, and ain’t none of them sold.
My pockets are empty, my fingers are cold.
And I’m so tired of doing what I’m told.
[I’m] so tired of doing what I’m told.

And your smokestacks have darkened the stars in our skies;
Your foundry always blew sparks and soot in our eyes
and looked like the Fourth of July….

credits

from The Feral Crow, track released September 22, 2004
Scott Ainslie: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Scott Petito: Acoustic Bass, Mandolin
Jerry Marotta: Drums/Percussion
Marc Shulman: Electric Guitars
Peter Vitalone: Piano
Leslie Ritter: Harmony Vocals

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Scott Ainslie Brattleboro, Vermont

A long history with older black blues and gospel players in the mid-South marks Ainslie's work deeply. He transcribed all of Robert Johnson's recorded songs for "Robert Johnson/At The Crossroads" (Hal Leonard, 1992) and has a teaching DVD on Johnson's music. A fine songwriter with a social conscience and a belief in the power of music to move and inspire, Ainslie's voice is a great force for good! ... more

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