Muscular New Jack City swinging big band backs Sinatra-style male vocalist, about the guy-behind-the-guy who knows the streets all too well, but he also has a friendly "let me buy this round" demeanor. Punchy, dynamic horn arrangements and slick guitar solo. Clever lyrics deliver throughout. Male Vocals, Jazz Music, Swing / Big Band. Also available in various instrumental versions.
Track details
Track ID number: | 8982 |
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Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz |
Moods/Emotions: | Happy / Joyful / Positive -- Funny / Playful / Whimsical / Comical |
Suggested Production Types: | Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy -- Historical / Retro: 1970's -- Historical / Retro: 1960's -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar -- Style / Fashion / Make-up |
Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Upright/Acoustic) -- Brass section / Horns -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
Keywords / Hints: | male vocals, male vocal, jazz vocal, jazz with vocals, vocal jazz |
Tempo feel: | Medium -- Fast |
Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 77 |
Artist: | Buddy Moncrief |
Composer: | Buddy Moncrief (BMI) |
Publisher: | Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI) |
SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | Buddy Moncrief |
PRO / Non-PRO Track? | PRO (What's this?) |
WAV file bit depth: | CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?) |
Stem files available for this track: | No |
Lyrics: | Let's get a move on baby I think we can make last call A list of amenities is Proudly displayed on the wall There's cold food and warm drinks There's a bathroom that stinks The old bartender winks I guess there are worse places to be I guess there are worse places to be It's one and a half stars On a scale of three I guess there are worse places to be It's something of an oasis For the salty people you meet It's not on the right side of the tracks It ain't the sunny side of the street But you can sit at the bar They don't care who you are Charles Bukowski's a star I guess there are worse places to be I guess there are worse places to be Al Capone used to own it Or so they tell me I guess there are worse places to be Say what you want about it Nobody minds They just lock the door and shut the blinds The sun never shines I guess there are worse places to be But you probably know You probably already know it's time to go The meaning of life can be found here Philosophy in the toilet stall The yin and yang of a shot and a cold beer The life and death of the old eight ball We are lost here in space With the whole human race It's depressing to face But I guess there are worse places to be I guess there are worse places to be It may not be perfect But it's close enough for me I guess there are worse places I guess there are worse places I guess there are worse places to be |
Album containing this track: | (None) |
Somewhere out on New Route 66, about 50 miles west of Sinatra and 75 miles east of Tom Waits, Swanson struts his swingin' and singin'. He loves Dave Frishberg songs and Johnny Walker in a tumbler. He'd like to hear Kurt Elling cover Stone Temple Pilots. Lonnie Johnson is God.
On his latest full-length release "We Can't Party Like We Used To" (2009 Acoustic SwaneeLand), Swanson pounds out 12 original vocal jazz cuts with a cool retro vibe. His bluesy vocals and tasty guitar licks remind of crooners past and present - Sinatra, Cole, John Pizzarelli come to mind - but his clever songwriting has a leaner, edgier feel to it that puts him squarely in the current century.