From the album Redacted Passages

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Redacted Passages album track 4:

Words and Music by Andrew Farmer (copyright 2018)
Piano and Drums: Jake Greenwood
Bass: Hank Horton
Trumpet & Flugelhorn: Brad Fowler*
Saxophone: Jon Gewirtz*
Trombone: Shawn Bell*
Guitar: Andre’ Jones
B3 Hammond Organ: Jim Alfredson
Electric Violin: Andrew Farmer
Vocals: Andrew Farmer
Brass Arrangement by Shawn Bell
Hand Claps: *Jazz Special Forces Air Cover
(+ whatshisname)

Lyrics

Conversation like sharks feeds on blood in the air
Drawn by something bad, some bullet-ridden affair
You and me, we were just by-standing there
Canvassed by cops, snitches in their snare.

Crime scene taped off; haunted, our yellow halo,
The scene so not secure, seems we better lay low,
Suspects and regrets skewing the score,
Speak for the dead, never what they die for.

We never had the time, or the money,
Life kept crackin’ wise, just never very funny,
Honey, we must keep secret our solution,
Our Love is not for attribution.

Lifted to the stretcher, hiked into the air,
Slid into the back, boxed for the boatman’s fare,
Flashing lights switched off, the need’s no longer there,
Move along my people, no more reason to stare.

There’s an arraignment waiting for us all,
We’ll be read our rights, given one lonely call,
Bars make not the cage, they just gather the gall,
But back when it took only a touch, only gravity took the fall.

We never had the time, or the money,
Life kept crackin’ wise, just never very funny,
Honey, we must keep secret our solution,
Our Love is not for attribution.

Have we served our sentence, Honey, are you still mine?
Straight – Long -- Hard, have we done all our time?
It’s what we were in for, not for the crime
Guilty as charged, dropped like a dime.

We never had the time, or the money,
Life kept crackin’ wise, just never very funny,
Honey, we must keep secret our solution,
Our Love is not for attribution.