Rags an' Dreams

Ragtime, syncopated, St Louis accent, broken raspy female vocals, rough and cracked voice, black singer, 1900s, tack piano, oompah, chaos, filthy, dirty, dark, angry, bitter, crust

Not exactly the ragtime piece I set out to create, but I liked the dir

March 14, 2025 at 11:53 AMv3.5

(Chorus)
Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem,
Pocket full o' nothin', but still chasin’ that dream.
Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem,
Lookin' for somethin' better, in a world so mean.
Rags an' dreams, rags an' dreams,
Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem.

(Verse 2)
I walked this city, tryin’ to find my place,
But it’s cold out here and they don’t care for my face.
I ain’t got a home, ain't got nowhere to stay,
But I keep movin’ forward, come what may.

(Bridge)
Well, maybe I’ll end up in the alley, cold and alone,
Maybe I’ll trade my pride just to get a meal or a home,
But I’ll keep on dreamin’, keep on fightin' this fight,
Even if I can’t make it outta here tonight.

(Outro)
Rags an' dreams, rags an' dreams,
I’m still lookin’ for a place to lay my head,
With just my rags an' dreams.

[End]

(Verse 1) I come from a place where the air’s thick an' cold, Where dreams get buried under dirt an' mold, I ain’t got nothin’ but the rags on my back, Don’t know where I’m goin’, but I’m still on track. (Chorus) Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem, Pocket full o' nothin', but still chasin’ that dream. Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem, Lookin' for somethin' better, in a world so mean. Rags an' dreams, rags an' dreams, Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem. (Verse 2) I walked this city, tryin’ to find my place, But it’s cold out here and they don’t care for my face. I ain’t got a home, ain't got nowhere to stay, But I keep movin’ forward, come what may. (Chorus) Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem, Pocket full o' nothin', but still chasin’ that dream. Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem, Lookin' for somethin' better, in a world so mean. Rags an' dreams, rags an' dreams, Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem. (Bridge) Well, maybe I’ll end up in the alley, cold and alone, Maybe I’ll trade my pride just to get a meal or a home, But I’ll keep on dreamin’, keep on fightin' this fight, Even if I can’t make it outta here tonight. (Chorus) Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem, Pocket full o' nothin', but still chasin’ that dream. Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem, Lookin' for somethin' better, in a world so mean. Rags an' dreams, rags an' dreams, Rags an' dreams, they ain’t all they seem. (Outro) Rags an' dreams, rags an' dreams, I’m still lookin’ for a place to lay my head, With just my rags an' dreams. [End]