Biography:
Hurray for the Riff Raff is an Americana band from New Orleans, Louisiana. It was formed by Alynda Segarra, a Puerto Rican singer-songwriter from the Bronx, New York, after she had moved to New Orleans in 2007.
After leaving home at an early age to travel the country, Segarra eventually settled in New Orleans where she began to perform and record with a revolving cast of musicians. She released two records (2008's It Don't Mean I Don't Love You and 2010's Young Blood Blues) mostly consisting of delicate folk and country songs.
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Other songs:
- Fly Away
- Blue Ridge Mountain
- Calmly
- Crash On The Highway
- End Of The Line
- Go Out On The Road
- Good Time Blues An Outlaws Lament
- Halfway There
- Hungry Ghost
- Junebug Waltz
- Just A Heart
- Life To Save
- Little Black Star
- Living In The City
- Look Out Mama
- Nothings Gonna Change That Girl
- Palante
- People Talkin
- Ramblin Gal
- Slow Walk
- Small Town Heroes
- Somethings Wrong
- The Body Electric
- Young Blood Blues
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Oh I just wanna go to work --
Am C
And get back home, and be something
G
I just wanna fall in line --
Am C
And do my time, and be something
G
Well I just wanna prove my worth --
Am C
On the planet Earth, and be, something
G
I just wanna fall in love
Am C
Not fuck it up, and feel something
[Verse 2]
G Bm C
Well lately, don’t understand what I am
G
Treated as a fool
Bm C
Not quite a woman or a man
G
Well I don’t know
Bm C
I guess I don’t understand the plan
[Verse 3]
G Am C
Colonized, and hypnotized, be something
G Am C
Sterilized, dehumanized, be something
G
Well take your pay
Am C
And stay out the way, be something
G
Ah do your best
Am C
But fuck the rest, be something
[Verse 4]
G Bm C
Well lately, it’s been mighty hard to see
G Bm C
Just searching for my lost humanity
G
I look for you, my friend
Bm C
But do you look for me?
[Instrumental]
[cymbal clash with each line]
G
G
Em
E
[Verse 5]
A F#m
Lately I’m not too afraid to die
Bm
I wanna leave it all behind
D D7
I think about it sometimes
A F#m
Lately all my time’s been movin slow
Bm
I don’t know where I’m gonna go
D D7
Just give me time, I’ll know
[Bridge 1]
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
D D D7
I will come along
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
D D D7
I will come along
D D D7
I will come along
[Recording: from "Puerto Rican Obituary" by Pedro Pietri]
N.C.
Dead Puerto Ricans who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break from the 10th commandment
To kill, kill, kill
The landlords of their cracked skulls
And communicate with their Latin souls
Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Olga, Manuel
From the nervous breakdown streets where the mice live like millionaires
And the people do not live at all
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
A Bm D
From el barrio to Arecibo, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
From Marble Hill to the ghost of Emmett Till, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Manuel, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who came before, we say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To my mother and my father, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To Julia, and Sylvia, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who had to hide, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who lost their pride, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who had to survive, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To my brothers, and my sisters, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who came before, we say, ¡Pa’lante!
Oh I just wanna go to work --
Am C
And get back home, and be something
G
I just wanna fall in line --
Am C
And do my time, and be something
G
Well I just wanna prove my worth --
Am C
On the planet Earth, and be, something
G
I just wanna fall in love
Am C
Not fuck it up, and feel something
[Verse 2]
G Bm C
Well lately, don’t understand what I am
G
Treated as a fool
Bm C
Not quite a woman or a man
G
Well I don’t know
Bm C
I guess I don’t understand the plan
[Verse 3]
G Am C
Colonized, and hypnotized, be something
G Am C
Sterilized, dehumanized, be something
G
Well take your pay
Am C
And stay out the way, be something
G
Ah do your best
Am C
But fuck the rest, be something
[Verse 4]
G Bm C
Well lately, it’s been mighty hard to see
G Bm C
Just searching for my lost humanity
G
I look for you, my friend
Bm C
But do you look for me?
[Instrumental]
[cymbal clash with each line]
G
G
Em
E
[Verse 5]
A F#m
Lately I’m not too afraid to die
Bm
I wanna leave it all behind
D D7
I think about it sometimes
A F#m
Lately all my time’s been movin slow
Bm
I don’t know where I’m gonna go
D D7
Just give me time, I’ll know
[Bridge 1]
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
D D D7
I will come along
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
F#m Bm
Oh, any day now
D D D7
I will come along
D D D7
I will come along
[Recording: from "Puerto Rican Obituary" by Pedro Pietri]
N.C.
Dead Puerto Ricans who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break from the 10th commandment
To kill, kill, kill
The landlords of their cracked skulls
And communicate with their Latin souls
Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Olga, Manuel
From the nervous breakdown streets where the mice live like millionaires
And the people do not live at all
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
A Bm D
From el barrio to Arecibo, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
From Marble Hill to the ghost of Emmett Till, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Manuel, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who came before, we say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To my mother and my father, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To Julia, and Sylvia, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who had to hide, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who lost their pride, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who had to survive, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To my brothers, and my sisters, I say, ¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
¡Pa’lante!
A Bm D
To all who came before, we say, ¡Pa’lante!
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