Date: Sat, 30 Sep 1995 1:21:24 -0400 (EDT)

"this aint livin'" by G. Love and Special Sauce
from their self titled debut album

main intro and verse riff variation (in preverse and a bit in the
^slight palm mute========^

Interlude Chords:
(these are probably wrong, but they're as close as I can get 'em, and they
sound okay when played along to the CD.)

Gaug(no 3rd)
x x 5 0 4 3

x x 5 4 5 3

x x 3 2 3 1

Ddim(no 3rd)
x x x 2 3 4

(g. love vox)
this town's so hype it's got soul
as a Philly cat
I'm with the roll
and the swing of my things
how they work like clockwork
tick tock
tick tock
the time always lurking in your head
got to go to work and get fed
that man didnt eat but he goes to sleep
gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise
but because it's too damn cold outside
underneath the bridge they pump the city's bilge
into the alley they sweep the city's filth
the flowers wilt
the flowers wilt
dont tell me about no game
cos that is a man
and his family
the revolution family
look at the family
dig the family
they're living the wrong way
can't get nothing
dont get nothing all they wanted was
something like a job--mercy mercy
but its robbed--mercy mercy
and there's so manny street side
beggars and disabled veterans
glass-eyed and peddling
drunk and just meddling
you conclude its their fault
they like the street they must like the asphalt
but that is a man woman and children
the system has stalled shelter's home
it's not what i call it
i call it bad health
some say help themselves
yo if you gots it

every hundred people a dollar in change
every hundred people thats a dollar in change

this aint living
this aint living
oh no


(jasper vox)
You know its rough had enough of holding a
cup full of spare change
doctors diagnosed me as a
dome full of bad brains.
So, toe to toe with employers
cos they're telling me no.
Hooked on prescription drugs
so i stay broke-ah, I'd run away
but you cant run away from
yourself or your health so
I deal with the cards that I'm dealt
tweetle-leet-leet, the morning bird's sounding sweet
though I sleep on the streets
I have a feeling I'm free of societies'
hand picked hypocricy
mercy mercy-- dont give a damn for me
mercy mercy-- now what am i gonna eat?
peek through the window of a restaurant,
people eating caviar, fifty bucks on lunch,
a hand me down meal full of God knows what
put it away in my gut
quick and then I wonder why I'm sick
brick for brick I know the city like my handprint
just a pit in the gutter
of a skid row ditch but I'll survive
the pain lets me know that I'm alive
but I still feel that

this aint livin'

(g. love and jasper)
check my beat, dig my rhythm,
me belly full, but me hungry so me fill it.
once I start gaining the taxes start taking,
cos the government's perfected funk-fakin'
breaking me down striking me down
what goes around comes around but
I keep rising, see'n through the lies and
the surprise comes when I see myself, the music I felt, I'm on

this aint livin
this aint livin
oh no

transcribed by [email protected] (david piniella)
comments/corrections/requests welcome

"Intelligence is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth,
truth is not beauty, beauty is not love, love is not music. Music is best."
[Frank Zappa]
"I keep talking just for talking." [G. Love]
"...and--those who had a knack for it--lived happily ever after."
[Baron Von Munchausen]
I am me, these opinions not to be bought, sold, traded/exchanged or collected.
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