Another week of busting ass

for just a little cash

and I just missed my bus

he left me sitting in the dust

so I walk through polluted snow

where the tweakers come to bum my smokes

beer just went up another dollar

at my favorite happy hour

I just got my week's pay

but I spent it all yesterday

I got paid now I'm broke!

As a joke that ain't funny

she took all my money

but, hell, that's ok

she left me yesterday

and found a new sugar daddy

who rolls in a great big caddy

and all I got is this brown bag

and my favorite fucking porno mag

I got paid now I'm broke

I want more……

BUT I GOT TO PAY MY PHONE BILL

GAS BILL

ELECTRIVC BILL

PAY FOR THE FOOD I EAT

A FAMILY PACK OF MAC AND CHEESE

THE WHOLE NEXT CHECK IS ALREADY SPENT

THE FUCKING THING GOES TO THE RENT

AND MY SOCIAL SECURITY

YOU KNOW THERE'LL BE NONE LEFT FOR ME

I GOT PAID NOW I'M BROKE!

Filthy and Sean at the studio rooftop

When I lived in Utah I worked at an art and frame factory specializing in saccharine coated LDS religious art (I was interviewed for the local nightlife paper and said as much. My boss read it and was not pleased...) It was staffed with half way house women (I think the owner got a tax break or something) so, over time, I became a manager of sorts and brought in a couple of musicians (Filthy and Sean) to have someone to talk to.

We started playing music too. They were little post work session where we shared homebrews and wrote songs. It was the best sort of band I had been in. We would just announce a key or something and music would happen. There's just some people you can totally click with....

Paycheck Blues was arguably our best number. Working for a cheap boss, we could all relate to the theme of scraping by and getting nowhere. It was definitely our most expansive piece. I only played clarinet (badly) and not having to hold down and instrument freed me up to get my madman singer on. I came back to Utah last fall and the three of us got in the studio and cut the track pretty much live. There was no click or anything so adding the drums and bass to it eight months later called for some mad skills. Fortunately, Jason and Bennett came through.

MUSIC: MEACHAM, McCARTHY, WHIPPLE
LYRICS: WHIPPLE

VOCALS: WHIPPLE
GUITAR : FILTHY McWHISKEY
PIANO: SEAN McCARTHY
BASS FIDDLE: BENNETT HALL
JUNK KIT: BYRON OWENS
BARITONE SAXOPHONE : MARCO BLACKMORE

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