Story Behind The Song

Stand Some More was written in a knee jerk reaction to a smear campaign in our city against us and the use of our private home to house a legal alien who was a local student of a different race and nationality to those in our neighborhood. The neighbors had life long connections to the city councilmembers and the local city judge and they succeeded in getting a new ordinance onto the books targeted at us, calling us a boarding house, through emergency measures. We were mortified and dishonored and under four years of suspicion and police investigations, with regular visits, constant disturbances of ringing our doorbell, pounding on the door, illegal searches and seizures, and multiple prosecutions until they convinced a jury that we were harming the community. That this could happen in America, was so disturbing and polarizing, and cost us so much emotionally, and financially, that we felt we had to keep standing and utilize our Amendment One redress in the court system. No attorney would take on the political risk to name and prosecute the truth of what happened to us, especially with us being poor paying clients ourselves (the deep pockets were the city). So, we simply had to stand our ground and the survival of it proved to be our victory in the face of home rule zoning and municipal steamrolling.

Song Description

Stand Some More describes the feelings and knee jerk reaction to being criminalized for protecting the helpless, voiceless and politically disenfranchised. It is a civil rights activist's song. It motivates the good at heart to take courage and just stand firm in the smear campaigns and political warfare.

Lyrics

(Doodle, doodle, do-bligh! Doodle, doodle, do-bligh oh, my, oh my oh!)
I stood in the frame up.
I stood in the dirt.
I stood in the backyard in just my shirt.
I stood in the stair well,
I stood in the door
and having done all I will stand some more.

Met you in the dark, hu?
Have we met before?
I stood through your pretense;
Don't come round no more!
I stood for the living
and I stood for the poor.
And having done all I will stand some more.

No apology! No apology! No apology! Just stand!

Look, that's where you're meddling,
see, I own the floor.
And, I'll take my sweet time,
accomplishing the score.
The day that my town builds them
a big trap door
is the day I cross my arms
and I stand some more.

Stuff your dirty laundry
in a big boy's drawer
Call me names wherefore,
call me tart, call me whore.
But, I stood for the living
and I stood for the poor.
And having done all I will
stand some more!

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Laura Larkins with Pleasurefeat	My Top Songs	3/11/2012