TOO MANY PEOPLE
TOO MANY PEOPLE
I like the excitement of the city
I like the tall towers of glass
I like the city lights, as they light of the sky in the night
I like the stars as they pass
I watch their cars as they pass
Yea, and the smog it don’t bother me much
It don’t hurt my eyes, ‘cause I wear shades
And the traffic it don’t bother me neither
Cause I ride my bike everyday, Yea, I ride my bike everyday
And on the weekend when the crusin’ gets crowded
I take my ol’ Chevy out
I ease the top back, drive real slow and play my music real loud
Cause I like to check people out
I like to check them all out
But now there’s…
CHORUS
Too many people in this town baby, too many people to see
Too many places in this town honey, to many people to be
Too many people in this town darlin’, too many places to go
Too many people in this town baby, too many people to know
So there’s to many people for me
I see all you people out there in never never land
You’ve got your little house out their underneath tree
And you’ve got your long miles of country highway lasts forever
You say you can’t wait to get into that big ol’ city
Well, I’ve got news for you, if you think that it sounds like fun
There’s no place to stretch your arms out when you need to
The air rots your lungs and people always on the run
Stay away from here ‘less that sounds like fun
Cause there’s…
CHORUS
Sunday, June 8, 2008
© 1988 Daniel D. Taddei
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About Too Many People
For a short time I was deluded into the thought that going to Law School would somehow be good for me. Before I started I at least had the forethought to work in the field to be sure it was the right thing for me.
I got a job working for the Assistant United States Attorney in downtown Los Angeles. For four moths, before I came back to my senses, I commuted daily from the beach to hell in my 1967 convertible Camaro, back and forth on I-10 (or Santa Monica Freeway as it is called there). I wrote this song while sitting in traffic on I-10. I picked up my guitar when I got home, played the song, then called work and quit.
I often wonder what would have happened if I didn’t have the top down that day or if I drove something like a volvo. Would I have gotten use to being strangled by a dangling noose of silk each day? Nah... I’d have quit sometime that week anyway. Life’s too short to ware long pants!