

Bobby Dunn Band
Acoustic Grooves
Electric Stuff
Urban Scrawl
Philosophy out on the street
Has no limits.
Commentary and conclusions,
Risk of life and limb.
Anywhere they just don’t care,
Sprayed with a can.
What is said is NOT what is wrote ;
Claims for freedom.
Urban Scrawl is a native call, my friend.
Where is my place in this jungle ?
When do I get to call something my own ?
Tell me what you think with a rock
In my window.
Stop me in the dark takin’ my watch ;
You call it business.
But I can’t see your eyes or your face,
So you don’t have a name.
If this is the path to freedom boy,
It’s a shame !
Urban Scrawl is a native call, my friend.
Where is my place in this jungle ?
When do I get to call something my own ?
Graffitti wall, territory tagged and all
Sub-divided.
Children go to school walkin’ past the cool
And unemployed.
Deals and propositions of money and positions
To avoid.
Freedom ain’t just about money, boy,
It’s about choice !
Urban Scrawl is a native call, my friend.
Where is my place in this jungle ?
When do I get to call something my own ?
Music : Bobby Dunn/ Gilles Guigue
Lyrics : Bobby Dunn
©November 2013