Lower Allston Rising

The music's made on Boston's dejected streets

In polluted rooms and sweat dripping ceilings
We come together, defiance on the road
But the freeway can be brutal with no dosh or a home yeah


Music, a steady riot in my soul


My buddy Johnny, he can never get up
But it's him who should be admired
Not those fame driven shmucks

Works at a bar, gives me pints and free eats
I swear, Johnny alone feeds the Allston music scene


And then there's Sudz, yeah he can get bummed
After a long night of drinking in that rude riot fun
But it's easy to get down when you view life as a stray

But my man he brings me up
I should tell him one of these days


Music, a steady riot in my soul
Always in me


Just walking back from Central Square
Thinking about what I heard this smart guy share
S'like there's a time to drink and to dream

Then create and complete
My life, resistant words, a good riff and a beat


A steady riot