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Back To Babylon
03:16
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Just another bon vivant -
I'm going back to my old haunt;
The coffee's wearing off but I'm still standing.
I'm going back to the same old town
The same old folks still hang around;
Another couple of hours, my plane will be landing.
I'm going back to Babylon.
If I tell it matter of fact,
I'm almost happy to have it back -
The feeling with which I'm so familiar.
I'll get back that longing in my heart
'Cos the longing was the best part
Of when we sat and wrote our blues down by the river.
I'm going back to Babylon.
It's hard to keep your eyes on the prize
When those big old lights have made you too blind to see -
When fighting to the bitter end just ain't what it used to be,
So I'm going back to the only place that I belong -
Back to Babylon.
So this former bon vivant
Ain't gonna hurt or want
Or pine for something good that just don't happen.
There's a better gig somewhere
And I'll be happy then, I swear -
Well I don't know for sure, but I can imagine.
I'm going back to Babylon.
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2. |
New Amsterdam
05:19
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I'll stand on the corner
And whistle to the girl on the balcony
And I'll ask her if she'll do the singing this time.
Then I'll say -
Do you wanna come down
To the bad part of town
With that pretty old frown? -
As the cabs circle 'round.
Then I'll make a speech about the drumbeats of war
And she'll ask what it's for.
And I don't expect her to beg me to stay
Or to meet me half-way
But I guess that's Ok.
(Chorus)
New Amsterdam, Amsterdam
I cannot recall
Which one of your kisses first caused me to fall.
Honey, oh honey,
Oh it won't be long
Til all of Manhattan is singing your song.
There are things I would do for her
That can't be explained or be reasoned.
Other arms have reached out but they can't hold a candle to her.
I'm a silly romantic -
It's my one good vice
And when she's colder than ice
I'll try to be nice
Against better advice.
Though she changes her mind like she changes her hair,
It's clear I don't care.
She laughed as the sound of accordion buzz
Got heat from the fuzz
For doing what it does.
(Chorus)
Last night I dreamt they arrested the poet of 14th St.
And though I never knew the man
It still made me sad
And I wished that I'd had.
And it's true that she's changed...
And she swears she's less radiant than she was before
So many winters and summers and falls
But then again, aren't we all?
(Chorus)
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3. |
Sing It Low
04:43
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There's a place where you found me again
Between the ten-cent sentiments and a second-hand heart for rent
Listening 'tween the bars of static, notes and noise
For one solitary voice.
(Chorus)
So sing it low, sing it low
By the lamplight soft and slow
Sing it low
We've got nowhere else to go.
I got my share of used-up sayings carved in stone
But I smile 'cos I know you've got a few stones of your own
They're just some old cliches, you say, but I don't mind a bit -
Let's dust 'em off and make a night of it.
(Chorus)
Wake me up and kiss me, honey
Just before the morning light
Let me sleep, don't make me face the day
'Cos then I'd have to leave your side.
It doesn't matter if the critics like the song
It doesn't matter if nobody sings along
Forgive me if I don't know how this one begins
'Cos I'm somewhere I've never been.
(Chorus)
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4. |
Ohio Song
04:31
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The plane touches down
Just south of town
It's a short drive from the highway to the house
It feels good to leave the city
And it feels so good to finally be back home
So I sit down by the phone but there's no one left to call
They've either moved away and all
Or they've settled down with children of their own.
(Chorus)
So here I'm standing outside in the cold
Standing wondering how we got so old
As the cold Ohio wind just chills me down to the marrow.
On the main drag, between the roadblocks
There's a little coffee shop
So I park my father's car and go inside
There's a pretty girl behind the counter
And I feel I must have known her all my life
She's got those warm, inviting dark eyes
And she smiles the same way that I do
And I wonder which one she's married to
She's too old to be working here,
Too young to be a wife.
(Chorus)
First morning flight
Before the first morning light
Takes me back to LaGuardia
And I'm staring out the window
And for the first time in days, I'll feel alone.
And when I get back to New York
There'll be someone there to meet me
And the noisy train to greet me
Will tell me with a whisper that I'm home.
(Chorus)
So here I'm standing outside in the rain
Standing wondering when I'll be back again
As the cold Ohio wind just chills me down to the marrow.
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Scott Stein Brooklyn, New York
Brooklyn pianist/songwriter Scott Stein takes a moodier turn on his newest EP Uphill; synthesizers swirl and backwards guitars fade in and out like ghosts as Stein's plainspoken vocals take on grief, anxiety, loss and their aftermath. There's some joy too, even if it is hard-earned. Melodies and sly musicianship still form the songs' backbone. Think Ben Folds and Sting channeling Big Star's Third. ... more
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