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The Invisible Ones
04:51
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THE INVISIBLE ONES © 2021 GLENN JONES BMI
IN THE ICU WARD, LATE NIGHT ON HER ROUNDS
THREE FLOORS OF TRASH IS A LOT OF GROUND
SHE WALKS PAST THE BEEPS AND LIGHTS, WITHOUT A SIDEWAYS GLANCE
MARIA EMPTIES QUICKLY AND MOVES ON
NOT A BLIP, SHE’S FINISHED AND SHE’S GONE
COULD YOU SAY WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE? NOT A CHANCE
THE INVISIBLE ONES
THE ARMY WORKING BEHIND THE SCENES
FILET YOUR CHICKEN, PREP YOUR GREENS
SANITIZE IT, MAKE IT SAFE AND CLEAN
THE INVISIBLE ONES
THE ARM AT THE DRIVE THRU, HAVE A BLESSED DAY
THE ASPHALT PAVERS ON THE DARK HIGHWAY
THE INVISIBLE ONES
RICO FIGHTS TO KEEP UP WITH THE LINE
60 SECONDS A CARCASS, NOT MUCH TIME
HIS HEAD IS POUNDING, HE IS COUGHING, SOME BAD THING’S GOIN’ ROUND
BUT THE VERY FIRST THING THEY EXPLAIN, BOY
YOU HAD BETTER NEVER SLOW THE CHAIN
MISS TOO MANY DAYS, OR YOU COMPLAIN
YOU’RE GUADALAJARA BOUND
THE INVISIBLE ONES
THE ARMY WORKING THROUGH THE NIGHT
POLISH IT UNTIL IT’S BRIGHT
MAKE THE PRODUCE LINE UP RIGHT
THE INVISIBLE ONES
THE RUN TO DALLAS FROM LA
STEADY MOVING ON THE DARK HIGHWAY
THE INVISIBLE ONES
CALL THEM ESSENTIAL HEROES STANDING TALL
NO HERO BONUS IN THEIR PAY AT ALL
TO WORK SICK OR MISS THE HOURS, IT’S AN AGONIZING CALL
THEY HUNG A LITTLE SHEET OF PLEXIGLASS
TO SHIELD MARY FROM THE CROWDS WITHOUT A MASK
HER CASHIER JOB AT THE STORE, NOW FRONTLINE IN A CULTURE WAR
THE INVISIBLE ONES
THE ARMY WORKING THAT YOU WON’T SEE
GET IT MOVING FROM A TO B
BOX IT, GET IT SHIPPED INSTANTLY
THE INVISIBLE ONES
THE ARM IN THE WINDOW, HAVE A BLESSED DAY
THE ASPHALT PAVERS ON THE DARK HIGHWAY
THE INVISIBLE ONES
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Another Man Gone Down
04:24
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ANOTHER MAN GONE DOWN (C) 2021 Glenn Jones. BMI
I AM PRISONER RAYMOND MOORE
OR AS THE SHIRT SAYS, NUMBER 37854
WELCOME TO MY HOME, IT AIN’T MUCH, AS YOU SEE
THEY BUILT THIS CELL FOR ONE BUT NOW IT HOLDS US THREE
IF YOU’VE GOT 20 SECONDS YOU CAN HAVE THE GRAND TOUR
THREE BUNKS, A FEW SHELVES, METAL LATRINE IN THE FLOOR
AIN’T NO REHABILITATIN’ GOING ON ROUND HERE
I GOT A LAUNDRY JOB GOING SINCE MY FOURTH YEAR
50 CENTS AN HOUR FOR THE NOISE, SWEAT AND STEAM
YOU GIVE IT RIGHT BACK BUYING SOAP AND RAMEN IN THE CANTEEN
BUT IT BEATS STARING AT THE WALLS, BEING NUMB, JUST HEARING YOUR HEART POUND
AS ANOTHER LIFE RUNS, ANOTHER LIFE RUNS DOWN
GODDAMN, THE PAIN AND THE WASTE
GOT EVERY FORM OF DEGRADATION HERE THAT MAN CAN MAKE
THIS BITCH IS RUN BY CCA
FOR MY BODY THEY’RE ALLOTTED 60 DOLLARS A DAY
LAST YEAR, THEY MADE TWO BILLION, THE STOCK’S SKY HIGH
THEIR RAW MATERIAL IS FREE AND WE’RE IN ENDLESS SUPPLY
EVERY TIME THE VAN PULLS UP AND UNLOADS, THEY HEAR A CHA CHING SOUND
EVERY TIME ANOTHER LIFE GOES, ANOTHER MAN GOES DOWN
THE WORD STARTED CREEPING ‘ROUND EARLY THIS YEAR
AN INVISIBLE CLOUD SPREADING RUMOR AND FEAR
YOU MIGHT AS WELL TRY FIGHTING SMOKE
TO SOCIAL DISTANCE IN THE SHOWERS OR THE CHOW LINE A JOKE
IF THIS WERE A STOCKYARD, AND I WERE A STEER
THEY’D TAKE MORE CARE OF THE CATTLE THAN WITH THE MEN IN HERE
FIRST THE INFIRMARY FILLED, THEN THEY SWAMPED THE ER
NOW THERE’S TOO MANY AND THEY JUST LEAVE US RIGHT WHERE WE ARE
IN THE NIGHT YOU HEAR THE COUGHING, THAT RASPY, HEAVY BREATHING SOUND
AND THERE’S ANOTHER LIFE GONE, ANOTHER MAN GONE DOWN
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Angel in Scrubs
03:46
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ANGEL IN SCRUBS © 2021 Glenn Jones BMI
Some Doogie Howser mansplains her a half an hour or more
A procedure she’s done every week, since long ‘fore he was born
She bites her lip and nods, holds back the things she burns to tell
‘Cause one doctor with a bruised ego can make the workplace hell
She takes a deep breath, lets it go,
Cause there’s a job to do
She’s an angel
In scrubs of blue
The baby gasps to breathe with his tiny lungs unformed
Ivs, tubes and wires, in a box to keep him warm
The angel watches over, loving presence always there
She knows the battle’s almost lost, but mouths her silent prayer
The dreaded hour comes, and his last heartbeat is heard
The mom and father watch her face, to hear the latest word
Then it’s hugs and murmured comfort as they scream their howling grief
The angel’s broken too, but it’s 6 hours until relief
She puts on her mask of toughness
Until the night is through
She’s an angel
In scrubs of blue
She’s been shit on, spit on, screamed at, hit on
Whole shifts without a break
Sometimes thanks and hugs, but not a fraction enough
For what she has to take
Sweating in her PPE for 12 straight hours a day
Sometimes she can’t help but think about walking away
But she keeps on
dispensing love
A blanket right there when he’s cold
Some water when she thirsts
Her smile is most angelic
When her patient’s feels their worst
We celebrate the doctors
For the cures and big breakthroughs
We give medals responders
Who’ll go through hell to get to you
Now let’s hear it for the nurses
Let’s give them the love that’s due
To the angels in scrubs of blue
They are angels in scrubs of blue
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60 Year-Old Pizza Man
05:22
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SIXTY YEAR OLD PIZZA MAN (C) 2021 Glenn Jones BMI
Blowing like a porpoise from jogging up stairs
Why do half the orders seem to be on the fourth floor?
It’s pitch black, freezing, raining hard,
I’m drenched but too behind to care
Fifth time tonight, stiffed again
My knees are aching and my back is sore
I’m trying to keep my head up,
but feel this blackness to the core
Hey! It’s the gig economy,
we’re all untethered, all set free
Be your own boss, set your own hours, yeah
Be who you want to be
Let go from the firm at 53
Long way to social security
A few bad breaks, a few wrong moves, and watch out, world , it’s me! I’m the
Sixty year old pizza man
Hustling as hard as he can
Never gonna understand
How this became the retirement plan
Running every day just to get by
Better not to ever ask why
Work hard, go far, just a scam for the
Sixty year old pizza man
Now my old Kia is blowing blue smoke
A ring job now would be no joke
Double whammy, cost every dime I’ve saved
Plus three days down, we’re talking broke
Start to think a stretch of better lies just ahead
Then some new crisis flattens me dead
I’m sinking deeper, someone help me
Slip out of the yoke of the
Sixty year old pizza man
Hustling as hard as he can
Never gonna understand
How this became the retirement plan
Running every day just to get by
Better not to ever think why
Work hard go far, just a scam for the
Sixty year old pizza man
Listen to the young ones bs,
laughing, flirty, dumb and high
You try to strike up conversations, they’re polite
‘Cause you’re a dusty ruin from Ancient Rome
Escapee from some crazy rest home
As remote from their lives as Orion in the sky
The pain got worse, saw the doctor for the knee,
He said “Torn meniscus, looks to me”
Need an MRI, a consult, then of course, the surgery
All told, ‘bout an 8 k bill, it might as well be 20 mill
Dr. Me says aspirin and gallons of gin are key
For a long time I clung to my pride
Till a night the door was opened wide
It was my old secretary, and something inside me died
She was just from work, suit, heels, so pretty
Gave me a look between a laugh and pity
Threw me two twenties for an 8 buck pie
There’s no way for me to hide – I’m the
Sixty year old pizza man
Hustling as hard as he can
Never gonna understand
How this became the retirement plan
Running every day just to get by
Better not to ever ask why
Work hard go far just a scam for the
Sixty year old pizza man
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Glenn Jones Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Glenn Jones is a well-traveled singer/songwriter/multiinstrumentalist from Chapel Hill, NC. His songs incorporate styles
ranging from rock to folk to blues to pop to gospel to punk to hymns; he describes it as “rootsy acoustic goodness!”
This peripatetic troubadour is coming to a mic/stage/house concert near you. To book, contact glennjonesnc@gmail.com . Do not miss this unique entertainer!
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