Pocket Full of Nothing

Greasy blues-rock groove with a tight funk undercurrent: dry, overdriven guitars trading riffs with a clipped wah part, round bass sitting just ahead of the kick, live kit with busy hi-hat work, Male vocals, ragged but soulful, call-and-response backing shouts on the hook, Verses stay sparse and gritty; chorus widens with gang vocals and thicker guitars, Brief snappy guitar solo, then a breakdown with just bass, claps, and voice before the final chorus hits hardest, funky

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[Verse 1] Rent due Monday Paycheck gone by noon Fridge light glowing Like it’s staring at the moon Hole in my sneaker Toe kissing the ground I jangle empty pockets Just to hear a little sound [Chorus] Got a pocket full of nothing But I spend it like it’s gold Dance on this broken sidewalk Like I ain’t broke and cold Yeah The world keeps taking Still I slide I shake I roll With a pocket full of nothing But a hard-luck Funky soul [Verse 2] Boss man laughing From that leather chair Says “you should be grateful” For the crumbs in the air I lean on my shovel Grin through the ache If struggle is a rhythm I’m the drum they can’t break [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] You count your money I count these scars You got your driveway I got the stars [call-and-response] “Empty hands?” — they clap on two “Empty plate?” — I sing right through [guitar solo] [Chorus]

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