Lyrics written in NYC in a cafe on the lower East Side. Inspired by the famous Edward Hopper painting 'Nighthawks'. Music written with the late Kent Brainerd in his wonderful Jamestown Studios in Whitechapel - in around 1996? It took a while to come to fruition, but it was worth it.
lyrics
The mysterious stranger or the gullable fool? In the school of broken heartbeats, from Brazil to Puerto Rico and Paris in the spring; the things that bring us happiness, the singers in the winds of change - jazz-dancing slowly in the lamplight: any place where there's lowlife.
Barcelona...Soho... on your own in Mexico: black coffee... always the ballad of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe... cafe.
Where the dark beauty holds the key to bitter-sweet reflections and the fantasies of scenes that might have been, if times had changed. The stranger remains in a pool of light, swimming into mysterious caves to save his love from drowning.
Black, always black, always the ballad, black coffee, black, always the ballad, black, always black, always the ballad of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
Always the ballad...of the sad cafe.
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Loved Bridget with Hawkwind and Spirits Burning. This is an enthusiastic collection of songs with great performances and melodic and lyrical detail to fascinate.
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