Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper
billroper

Café Underground

I started this last night. Actually, that's not quite true -- I started this at catalana's house when I found the riff that I used to construct the chorus. The melody line's morphed a bit since then, but is still recognizable, I think. And since daisy_knotwise had bunches of Capricon work to do tonight, I had time to put the rest of it together.

Now I just need to figure out how to get there from here. :)

Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 2009

Café Underground

If you think there’s something missing as you’re working through the days
And you wish you had a way to make it right,
Let’s take a little trip to where the music always plays
And see what band is grooving there tonight.
You never know just who will take the stage
And you’ll never know just when it was their music was the rage.

(Chorus)
If you had the chance to be there,
Would you like to follow me there?
‘Cause I’ve gone and bought a ticket for a passage we can share.
We will find a corner table where we’ll listen to the sound
And settle back and buy another round
As we’re chillin’ at the Café Underground.

There’s John, Paul, George, and Ringo back from 1964
Reminding me I want to hold your hand.
And next up is a group that we have never heard before
That’s gonna be the grandkids’ favorite band.
So listen to the rhythm and the rhyme
‘Cause we’ve got the best musicians here from all of space and time.

(Bridge)
There’s CSN in harmony and they haven’t lost a note
And Croce’s singing songs that I would swear he never wrote.
Peter, Paul, and Mary are still leavin’ on a plane
And Mac is back together where they never broke the chain.

The hours have run together, but it isn’t getting late
So there’s no need to hurry for the door.
No windows to remind us and the music is first-rate
So time will wait for us to hear some more.
You never know just who will take the stage
Or on what side of reality their music was the rage.

(Chorus twice to coda)
As we’re chillin’ at the Café
And we’re thrillin’ at the Café
‘Cause they’re killin’ at the Café
Underground
Underground
Underground.
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