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The Devil Sings the Heritage Blues

from Just Songs by Tristan Zaba

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I ain’t got no heritage, so I’m coming to steal yours.
I took what I could from everyone else, so I’ll rip off the skin and the sores,

and grab myself some glue and
Slap them on my feet
So everyone can see just how legit I fill this seat.

I took this pattern from the Spanish invaders, and the rhythms from the African plains,
I know they’re not mine, but I do what I can to drown that fact in my pain.

“I hate to tell you mister, but only dead men lose their ropes,”
Well I can tell you from holding the end that the answer to that is “nope.”

You see, I’m a vampire here and so is the rest of my race.
You won’t find a mirror around that can show you the lines of my face.

I’ll turn it around and I’ll judge your success because my name is Simon Cowell,
And everyone knows, but at the same time ignores exactly just how foul

It is that I continue to go on now and do what I do when I want.
I’m hanging around your graves at night and in the daylight I’m in a hipster coffee shop

Pretending to feel upset about what I’m telling you about right now,
So everyone can check the box on their list and avoid saying “wait it now,

You’re a terrible person so we’re gonna take to the streets of the web and exclaim,
That you got no respect and you’re here to collect the debts of their souls and their names.”

But even after you’re finished with that and you go back to watch your TV,
You still can’t watch a hole or a notch and know in your mind that you’re free

Of the thing that you crucify everyone for, and you know in your heart you’re a liar,
Because you just strung up Prometheus, and you’re still gonna sit by the fire.

So know that I’m sorry and know that I know and know that I’m trying my best,
Not to need water or air or food or love or hate or theft,

And I’ll keep going and I’ll keep reaping because It’s all that I know how to do,
And I’ll invent the serial system, and delight in my travel, and stretch a note to the blue.

I ain’t got no heritage, so I’m coming to steal yours.
I took what I could from everyone else, so I’ll rip off the skin and the sores,

and grab myself some glue and
Slap them on my feet
So everyone can see just how legit I fill this seat.

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from Just Songs, released July 27, 2020

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Tristan Zaba Toronto, Ontario

Canadian composer, performer, and producer.

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