The
last few weeks have been tough on people, and even tougher times probably await
us. The Pretenders’ Learning to Crawl
was the first album I wanted to play last Wednesday, November 9, and this is
one of the standout tracks from that still very solid — and angry — record.
**
"Middle
of the Road" (Chrissie Hynde) as
recorded by The Pretenders
The
middle of the road is trying to find me
I'm
standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me
Well,
I got a smile for everyone I meet
As
long as you don't try dragging my bay
Or
dropping the bomb on my street
Now
come on baby
Get
in the road
Oh
come on now
In
the middle of the road, yeah
In
the middle of the road you see the darnedest things
Like
fat guys driving 'round in jeeps through the city
Wearing
big diamond rings and silk suits
Past
corrugated-tin shacks full up with kids
Man,
I don't mean a Hampstead nursery
When
you own a big chunk of the bloody Third World
The
babies just come with the scenery
Oh
come on baby
Get
in the road
Oh
come on now
In the
middle of the road, yeah
The
middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac
I
can't get from the cab to the curb
Without
some little jerk on my back
Don't
harass me
Can't
you tell
I'm
going home
I'm
tired as hell
I'm
not the cat I used to be
I
got a kid
I'm
thirty-three, baby
Get
in the road
Come
on now
In
the middle of the road
Yeah
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