The Mighty Wah Story Of The Blues ( Full Version) Lyrics

Here in my pocket I've got the story of the blues,
try to belive me cos' it could be front page news,
I said I live it like it hasen't happend yet
I can thinking on everyone how I'm the one the one they're trying to get.
To tell...
(Story of the Blues)
First they take your pride,
then turn it all inside,
and then you realise you got nothing left to lose.
So you try to stop,
try to get back up,
and then you realise you're telling the Story of the Blues.
Felling browbeaten day after day,
I think It's over but I just can't get away.
You said forget it,
well don't go jump to the gun,
you're laugthing this time next time you might be the one
To tell...
(the story of the blues)
First they take you're pride,
then turn It all inside,
and then you realise you got nothing left to lose.
So you try to stop,
try to get back up
and then you realise you're telling the Story of the Blues.
Repeat chorus

What they say about me when they tell
the Story of the Blues.

"...well that's my story and i'm stickin' to that, let's have another drink and let's talk about the blues: blues is about dignity, it's about self-respect, and no matter what they take away from you - that's yours for keeps.
I remember how it was, how every medium - T.V. and papers and radio and all those people were saying: 'you're on the scrap-heap, you're useless', I remember how easy it was to start believin' that, I remember how you'd hear people take it for granted that it was true - just 'cause someone with an ounce of power said so.
And that's a problem now: too many outlaws, too many pocketbook-psychologists and would-be philosophers with an axe to grind. But there's a solution, it's not easy, but it's a matter of coming to terms in your heart, the situation you're in, a matter of choosing how things go for you and not having things forced upon you, there are plenty of forces against you, forcing you against your will, your ideals - you've got to hope for the best, and that's the best you can hope for - you've got to hope against hope.
I remember something Sal Paradise said, he said: "The city intellectuals of the world are divorced from the folk-bodied blood of the land and are just rootless fools". So listen, when the smile, the condescending pat-on-the-back comes and says: 'we're sorry, but you're nothing, you've got nothing for us and we've got nothing for you', you say: 'no', and say it loud: "NO!".
Remember, people who talk about revolution and a class-struggle without refering explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love, and what is positive in the refusal and constraint...such people have a core to their hearts(?)..."

Hallelujah and Farewell,
The Mighty Wah.