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Water's in the Kitchen
Clinton Moore
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Swamp FunkBlues RockSouthern SoulTenseGroovyGrittyDesperate
This is a high-energy, swamp-funk blues track that uses the metaphor of a rising flood to describe the overwhelming pressure of modern debt. The narrator frantically "bails water" as each new bill and financial crisis raises the level higher inside his own home on what should be a peaceful Saturday morning. It's a tense, rhythmic, and incredibly groovy song about the struggle to keep your head above water when the levee breaks.
[Intro] [Verse 1] Woke up this mornin', something didn't feel right Heard a slow drip in the basement in the middle of the night Thought nothin' of it, went to put the coffee on By the time the pot was brewin', the slow drip was long gone It's a trickle now, a whisper, comin' underneath the door A little paper notice I've been trying to ignore But that trickle's got a rhythm and that rhythm's got a sound Like a hundred angry creditors are gatherin' all around [Chorus] Lord, the water's in the kitchen and it's risin' to my knees Got the disconnected notices blowin' in the breeze Yeah, the water's in the kitchen, climbin' up the walls Phone keep on ringin' with them automated calls The levee of the paycheck just couldn't hold the line And I'm bailin' with a coffee cup, just tryin' to buy some time. [Verse 2] The car gave up the ghost last week, that's a current in the drive The doctor sent a bill that made the muddy water thrive It ain't just a trickle now, it's a cold and steady flow Swirlin' 'round the table legs, with nowhere left to go Got the good book on the counter, tryin' to keep the pages dry But the ink is startin' to run from the corner of my eye Every channel on the TV is showin' stormy weather And me and my bad luck are slow dancin' here together [Chorus] Lord, the water's in the kitchen and it's risin' to my waist Everything I ever worked for is gettin' washed away in haste Yeah, the water's in the kitchen, climbin' up the walls Phone keep on screamin' with them automated calls The levee of the paycheck just couldn't hold the line And I'm bailin' with a soup pot, just tryin' to buy some time. [Bridge] I see my daughter's picture floatin' by, face up with a smile Makes me want to fight this flood for just a little while So I'm grabbing for a bucket, screamin' at the rain But this ain't a storm of nature, it's a hurricane of pain. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Lord, the water's in the kitchen and it's risin' to my chest! Gasping for the air now, puttin' faith up to the test! Yeah, the water's in the kitchen, climbin' up the walls! Don't even hear the phone no more, to hell with all their calls! The levee of the paycheck just couldn't hold the line And there ain't no use in bailin', I'm all out of borrowed time! [Outro] All out of time... Water's risin'... Goin' under now... Goin' under...
Swamp FunkBlues RockSouthern SoulTenseGroovyGrittyDesperateGravelly Male BaritoneDrumsElectric Guitar (Telecaster-style)Funky BassHammond B3 OrganHorn Section (Tenor SaxTrumpet)SunoGemini (Google)
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