Still one of the finest songs ever recorded by The Voyces, East Village Blues is a folk song in the truest sense of the term. Unlike many of Wurschum's lyrics, this blues piece is filled with slang. Its desperate pleas rattle on with a palpable heartfelt longing to "run away."
The song was composed in roughly fifteen minutes, according to Wurschum: "I had lived in New York for about three months. I was disenchanted and homesick. One night I was walking down Fifth Street in the East Village, where I was living at the time. I heard the song all at once, rushed to a cafe, sat down, and wrote it out."
Instantly catchy with brilliant harmonies, it is no wonder it remains one of their most popular songs.
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EAST VILLAGE BLUES
I wanna run, I wanna run, I wanna run away
This life don’t suit me anymore
Freaks on the street, bums on the floor
My friends are phony, too
So I am out the door
I wanna run, I wanna run, I wanna run away
And sing to people more like me
Not scamps who can’t think, hear, or see
Who think they know, and even worse, that they know me
I wanna run, I wanna run, I wanna run away
But I can’t run away
First Avenue - the ground ain’t clean and the sky ain’t blue
Finally I’m home
I wanna run, I wanna run, I wanna run, I wanna run away
A king who’s got no crown to don
A knight of nowhere humming songs
Whose silver spoon is sold as bronze
Who’s forced to fight a thousand pawns
While time just carries on and on and on and on…
I wanna run, I wanna run, I wanna run away
Get married and then settle down
In some small place in some small town
We’ll laugh all day and sleep so sound
And let the world spin ‘round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
Written by Brian Wurschum (Copyright 2000, B.W.W. Music)
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