I first heard this Album in California on the first night of my visit. At 17 in 65 with my friend Joe Hiller we travelled by bus for 4 days to visit our childhood friend Helmut Klein whom moved there two years previous with his parents. I, for the first time, with Joe, Helmut, Bob and Kurt listened to this ‘Freak Out’ album which i thought was nuts, irritating to my conservative virgin ears. The next night we smoked some of that weed madness. That was my first time and that same album was played and i thought it was fantastic, nothing like it, hit deep within my tender soul just awaiting to escape the conditioning that this straight-world had cursed upon us. That turned me, that was a major departure from the convention of this plastic world. The freak-out began but there but there was no way to delay that trouble coming everyday. Here we are more than half a century later still licking up on the same wounds we thought we’d escaped, healed…..white privilege stained in dark black burnt shadows. That’s the way it is, trouble coming everyday.
The Freak Out album didn’t come out in Canada for another six months or more. I brought it back from California and turned on all my friends with the album and the freak-out weed enhancer. That was the beginning of a long strange trip. The whole world was turning on, the 60’s were born.
Our first band we called the ‘Brain Police’ after one of the tracks on the album. This album was one of a kind, nothing like it and this song, ‘Trouble Coming Everyday’, still sings the dark melody of black and white discrimination is alive and walking around free enslaved.
Privilege stained of burnt shadows, trouble everyday. Black and white.

There are numerous great tunes on this double album, ‘Help I’m a Rock’, ‘You’re Probably Wondering Why I’m Here’, ‘It Can’t Happen Here’, ‘Go Cry on Somebody Else’s Shoulder’, ‘Hungry Freaks, Daddy’, and many more, and ‘Who Are the Brain Police?’, well we were for a couple of years, Joe, Ted, Les and I; wish we had kept that band alive……This album was way ahead of it’s time, or was the times way behind the times. Certainly seems so from all the constant trouble coming everyday, just no way to delay that trouble coming everyday.

Trouble Every Day by Frank Zappa
The Mothers of Invention
Well I’m about to get UPSET
From watchin’ my TV
Been checkin’ out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean they say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it’s gonna change, my friends
Is anybody’s guess
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Wednesday I watched the riot…
I seen the cops out on the street
Watched ’em throwin’ rocks and stuff
And chokin’ in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin’ ’round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin’ down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn
And I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Well you can cool it,
You can heat it…
‘Cause, baby, I don’t need it…
Take your TV tube and eat it
‘N all that phony stuff on sports
‘N all THOSE unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head began to hurt
From checkin’ out the way
The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they’ll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They’ll be the first to tell
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can’t be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They’ll send some joker with a brownie
And you’ll see it all complete
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ’em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
Hey you know something people
I’m not black
But there’s a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I’m not white
Well, I seen the fires burnin’
And the local people turnin’
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite ’em
And they say it served ’em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it’s the same across the nation
Black & white discrimination
They’re yellin’ “You can’t understand me!”
And all the other crap they hand me
In the papers and TV
‘N all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don’t appeal to him
(No matter if it’s black or white)
Because he’s out for blood tonight
You know we gotta sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won’t be many left
To see it really end
‘Cause the fire in the street
Ain’t like the fire in my heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don’t you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now’s the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain’t no great society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn’t free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
WON’T amount TO nothin’ more
THAN watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor
Blow you harmonica son!
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Zappa Frank
Trouble Every Day lyrics © Munchkin Music Co, Frank Zappa Music Inc