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Black Tee-Shirt & Jeans
02:08
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BLACK TEE SHIRT & JEANS
I’m a hard looking 30 with a flower in my hair
Get out to get in, but I’m going nowhere
Lines on my face betray the passing of my seasons
But I’m a child inside and I’m still looking for reasons
And there are days when I just want to weep
I close my eyes and try to sleep
But my head won’t let me, because the words won’t keep
They burn like a brand and the scars are deep
It keeps me in line with one foot off the beam
I need something pure, I need something to believe
Black Tee-Shirt & Jeans
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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2. |
Ringalevio
03:06
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RINGALEVIO
Jenny was a daughter of the Promised Land
Swore she’d give it all up for one good man
Uh-Huh, Baby Uh-Huh
So she found her a husband, the first she could land
A straight-shooter from Tulsa with needle marks on his hands
Oh-Ho, Ringalevio
She wanted kids, the husband did not
Second one came and he was off like a shot
Uh-Huh, Baby Uh-Huh
So she married a Preacher who loved sacramental wine
He asked for forgiveness, she had to decline
Oh-Ho, Ringalevio
And it’s hard for good times to begin
With two jobs, no car, a broken heart and a kid
And she wonders why feeling good is called a sin
It’s a hard, hard time we’re living in
The kids grew up, the money went fast
She divorced Number Three, cut her ties with the past
Uh-Huh, Baby Uh-Huh
And Jenny would run if only she were able
But she’s gotta hustle drinks to get some meat on the table
Oh-Ho, Ringalevio
The kids came home from school one day
Suzi bought an Uzi, Jimmy’s on the H
Uh-Huh, Baby Uh-Huh
And she would keep them in line if they’d ever come home
They’re growing up fast, they got ideas of their own
Oh-Ho, Ringalevio
And it’s hard to find any time for dreams
When everything but food and rent is beyond your means
And she wants to scream, but instead she holds it all in
It’s a hard, hard time that we’re living in
On the day she turned 40 she sat and cried on the lawn
Wondered where her looks and her life had all gone
Uh-Huh, Baby Uh-Huh
Another man out the door, more hell to pay
Another year gone, another kid on the way
Oh-Ho, Ringalevio
And it’s hard for good times to begin
With two jobs, no car, a broken heart and a kid
And she wonders if it’s ever too late to begin again…
Jenny was a daughter of the Promised Land
Swore she’d give it all up for one good man
Oh-Ho, Ringalevio
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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3. |
Keith's Heartbreak
04:43
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KEITH’S HEARTBREAK
Cool looking white boy wearing cut-rate sneakers
Drinks a 40 on the front steps of a brownstone on Bleecker
At Saint Mark’s Place he watches junkies slink by
Scores a dime bag in the park in the Square on the fly
And he’s just high-fivin’ on Avenue B
Keith demands respect but he’s done nothing to ever earn it
If there’s a bridge to be found, you can bet your ass he’s gonna burn it
He’s got the chronic, and a beeper, and a car he stole from Queens
He’s packing something heavy-duty besides his dick in his jeans
And it’s a big-time drag, much too much to take
Another chapter in the saga of Keith’s Heartbreak
Keith wiles away his hours in dreams of social position
He don’t know the American Dream is all just mindless acquisition
They neighbors they all dis’ him and his cardboard aggression
He thinks calling black men homie wipes out ethnic oppression
And he’s just high-fivin’ on Avenue B
His parents didn’t do much to help Keith out
She’s a shanty-Irish fishwife, the Old Man’s a drunken lout
But they loved him still in their own way, until they’d had their fill
Said your brains are in your pants, better find some girl to pay your bills….
So Keith found himself a lady who don’t know how to keep her place
And he don’t understand why she makes him slap her in the face
He clueless to his actions and clueless to her pain
He’s clueless about a lot of things, he’s just clueless anyway
The world was made for Keith he thinks, so why not take the biggest slice
The world rewards the naughty and serves the shit up to the nice
He uses fists and fucking as some sort of phantom crutch
He’d hate himself if he thought about it, but Keith don’t like to think too much
What with the guns, and the dope, and the poses he’s been tryin’
He’s a sheep, he’s a sheep, but he thinks he’s a Lion
Out surveying his kingdom, but there’s nothing there to take
It’s a warning bell, a bagatelle
Keith’s Heartbreak…
At 4AM on Tuesday, something don’t seem right
Keith walks down a rain-soaked street just looking for a fight
(All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.)
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4. |
Black Oak Baby
03:48
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BLACK OAK BABY
Are you staring in the rear-view mirror, with the top down in your red Corvair
Driving fast with your foot on the gas, and the sun kissing up your hair?
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’ yeah
I am not from this county, not even from this part of town
We’re playing down at Bobby’s tonight, and baby hope that you’ll come on down
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’ yeah
So I put a flyer in your mailbox and I hopped into the van
Your Old Man comes out for the mail, but the mailman’s late again
Now we’re playing down at Bobby’s, and the dance floor’s nearly clear
The PA’s broke - so are we - and Bobby’s paying us off in beer
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’ yeah
And I can’t see you through the spotlight, and I know you’re not to blame
Did you ever stop forgetting me, and does the child even know my name?
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’ yeah
It’s not about the money, no matter what he says
Didn’t I see you weeping once in Paris, for Jim at Pêre LaChaise?
Now we’re off and on the road again, leaving Arkansas way behind
I’ll keep the fire burning, but you’re so damn hard to define
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’
Black Oak Baby, darlin’ darlin’ yeah
Did you ever think of coming out to see us do our thing?
Or am I just a stupid fool striking matches in the rain?
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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5. |
1-2-3
02:44
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1-2-3
Faye Dunaway she don’t come home at five
She don’t gotta do dishes, or none of that jive
She’s a movie star, finest I’ve ever seen
She grew up somewhere in Georgia
She come pretty far for some little cracker
But up on the screen, there she’s a queen
She knows it, she shows it, 1-2-3
I used to bunk down on Cherokee
The crack dealers there are all in their teens
And they scramble like rats up over to Whitley
And the cops live in fear and they don’t do a thing
These kids are dealing rock, but they’ll bust me for jaywalking
It’s true, this is not America
It’s true what they do, 1-2-3
And over on Highland hanging over the street
There’s a garish pink temple built to Angelyne
It’s a tattered billboard with pigeon streaks
And there’s a foxy little hippie and he’s wearing tight pants
His belly is showing and I can tell at a glance that he’s working the street
So he can afford GIT
He’s out on the street, 1-2-3
Cause when you spend your life out on the hunt for food
It’s easy to forget there’s life outside of Hollywood
You heard it here first, we gotta get back to something real
Like the time I went to Portland just outside of LA
There was a blanket of stars and nothing to say
Drew and I just got out of the car, stood in awe
And one time I met a girl at Jim Morrison’s grave
A hippie from Mississippi with an ethereal name
It was Angel I think … or maybe it was Ida
She just pulled back her hair and wiped away her tears
Said let me give you the wisdom of my 18 years
And that’s sometimes you gotta throw down your hand
And make a better deal
Sometimes you gotta throw down your hand and make a better deal
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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6. |
Stoner Ave
06:50
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STONER AVE
Never been a fan of good guys in Westerns
Never had the touch with face saving gestures
Can’t understand why the thought of you still lingers
Too many rings for these ten tiny little fingers
Always first in line for a day at the races
Never been good with names, but I'm an ace with faces
Remember all the times that I told you you were mine
Oh, I swear that I meant it at the time
You said you needed a doctor, but I don't know which is worse
To hear you call my name or knowing I'm to blame and I got no lines rehearsed
Now maybe you think I'm crazy, but honey it's just my way
You and I knew that by and by that I'd break your heart someday
The list of my sins is too long to mention
They say that the road to hell is paved with good intention
I could feed you a line, but it wouldn’t change a thing
The song is over, I got nothing left to bring
You said you needed a doctor, but I don't know which is worse
To hear you call my name or knowing I'm to blame and I got no lines rehearsed
Now maybe you think I'm crazy, but honey it's just my way
You and I knew that by and by that I'd break your heart someday
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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COMPANY TIME
Well you wake up early in the morning, get to work by nine
Work all day ‘til your feet ache, punch out and head home at five
Then you get on home to your baby, and give yourself some kickback time
But most important of all, you gotta shit on company time
When you find someone who loves you, give them the best of your time
And when you share a six-pack with your buddies, treat ‘em like the finest wine
You gotta call Mom & Dad every now and then, to say hey y’all, I’m doing just fine
And don’t you ever forget, this life is too short not to shit on company time
Company Time / Company Time
You can place your bets I won’t have no regrets
About shittin’ on company time
In the game of Office Politics, it don’t matter the kind of work that you did
It’s the ass-kissing motion that gets the promotion on the corporate pyramid
But me, I don’t worry about that – I got my dog, my truck and my wine
I might always be late, but my head is on straight, I shit on company time
Company Time / Company Time
My buddy Robert said things’ll work out fine
If you just shit on company time
Well this big ‘ol world she keeps turning, just like it’s done since the dawn of time
And folks never change their idiot ways unless they’re so inclined
So in the meantime, love the one you’re with, and don’t you stress over making the dime
And most important of all, try to have a few laughs, and shit on company time
Company Time / Company Time
You can place your bets I won’t have no regrets
About shittin’ on company time
Company Time / Company Time
My buddy Robert said things’ll work out fine
If you just shit on company time
My buddy Robert said – and he’s a Master of Zen
You gotta shit on company time
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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8. |
Georgia Man
04:49
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GEORGIA MAN
Met you one night in a rock ‘n roll bar
Could tell that you were trouble, yes you are
We went outside, you took my hand
You just broke up with your old man
Is it strange to send a flower to your hotel room?
Is it strange to tell you I love you so soon?
Is it something in you that I see in me?
Is there somewhere else you’d rather be?
I can see you in Autumn, the sun in your hair
The burning leaves, the scent in the air
Sleep like an angel, wake for a fight
Come for the whiskey, stay for the night
And though you don’t love me, I can’t understand
Why I’m still so crazy for you
Georgia Man
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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9. |
Tearing Me Down
05:02
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TEARING ME DOWN
Got you in my head and I can’t cut you out
And your love is tearing me down
I walk past city limits to the old light tower
And your love is tearing me down
I see ships at sea and my own destiny
And your love is tearing me down
Your love is tearing me down
I look in the mirror and see a stranger there
And your love is tearing me down
I see your name and it’s written in every strand of my hair
And your love is tearing me down
Nothing seems right though nothing’s really wrong
And your love is tearing me down
Your love is tearing me down
Now maybe if you weren’t so pretty
And maybe if you weren’t so green
But you are, you are, you are
What’s it gonna be, is it him or is it me?
I grow older by the minute but you remain without age
I blow out a candle, but I can’t put out your light
Your love is tearing me down
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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10. |
Coyotes In The Canyon
04:18
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COYOTES IN THE CANYON
We said goodnight, sent the last guest home
Smoked one more, unhooked the phone
Outside a coyote kicks a garbage can
And you roll into my arms asleep
And I feel you breathing soft on me
And tonight I know I’m a lucky man
Sometimes I wonder why we do it
Hanging together through thick and thin
We’re both young, we got lots of oats left to sew
But love ain’t always what it seems
It takes the good and bad times to know what it means
And forever’s never certain, don’t you know
But the heavens shine their light on Laurel Canyon tonight
The coyotes scratching and howling at the moon
And the stars are all out of sight
And everything’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
Alright
Alright
You know I’ve looked around, oh sure
I’ll probably do it plenty more
But with you, out of sight is never out of mind
You’ve been my home, you’ve been my friend
You’ve been my every day well spent
You know with you I never think of time
And even in the roughest days we’ve had
When it looked like things might be at an end
There was always good friends, good times, and good music
To make amends
And the heavens shine their light on Laurel Canyon tonight
The coyotes scratching and howling at the moon
And the stars are all out of sight
And you’re beautiful, that's right
And it’s alright
It’s alright
Alright
Alright
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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11. |
Black Tee-Shirt & Jeans
08:51
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BLACK TEE SHIRT & JEANS
I’m a hard looking 30 with a flower in my hair
Get out to get in but I’m going nowhere
Lines on my face betray the passing of my seasons
But I’m a child inside and I’m still looking for reasons
And there are days when I just want to weep
I close my eyes and try to sleep
But my head won’t let me, because the words won’t keep
They burn like a brand and the scars are deep
It keeps me in line with one foot off the beam
I need something pure, I need something to believe
Black Tee-Shirt & Jeans
I see the way we live and wonder what the point is
Tried to fit the suit but I’m not one for business
And I don’t want your competitions
Or your boring, retro dispositions
Or your prefab pointless posed sedition
I reject you and those dated values
For all the shit and turmoil that its got us all into
Look at tabloid truths in magazines
And your Money Gods lauded on TV screens
And your babies blowing up and your idols coming down
And your guilty, blood-stained media clowns
And all of our anger and fruitless rage
It’s Man’s one true creation and it gets stronger with age
It might end soon, but I'm not taking any bets
Because the closer the truth comes, you know the uglier it gets
Black Tee-Shirt & Jeans
I know there’s got to be some future Eden
Something new and without antecedent
Where a man can eat and have a space
Without some jagoff in his pocket or in his face
Or taking his speech, or cracking his head
And there are days I wish my life would end
Because I can’t always be a gentleman…
I spend my days filled with sick desperation
And my nights sorting fragments of inspiration
I’m looking for something new, but I can’t name it
I know it’s in me, but I’m still afraid to claim it
And I want a love that doesn’t ask me why
And I want a job that doesn’t suck my heart dry
I can’t take it light, but I’ll take Light where I can get it
And I want to take life as it comes and not regret it
My eyes are open, I’m young and I’m ready
My feet are bruised and my heart is heavy
And I will not go gently into that good night
I’m gonna stick around ‘til it’s done, make sure it all turns out right
And S.A. Griffin he says “Love is Everything”
And I love you people, but you still ruin everything
All I have is yours to take on request
Just as Rose of Sharon offered up her tiny breast
Because Rock ‘n Roll is the American Dream
And I’m an American Boy if you know what I mean
Black Tee-Shirt & Jeans
[All songs by Jay Sosnicki, Copyright © 2012. Published by Mighty Kickass Music (BMI). Arrangements by Monarch.]
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MONARCH Los Angeles, California
MONARCH is a wild card in the world of Americana, straddling the spaces between country, Southern rock, and the sonic/lyric
flights of The Doors and Patti
Smith. Hailing from Los Angeles, the group features lead singer and songwriter Jay Sosnicki, guitarists Scott Lunceford and Drew Simon, bassist Curt Remington, and drummer Don McCurdy.
Their debut, "Amber Waves of Cain," was released in 2012.
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