Stock Music track: I Guess There Are Worse Places To Be

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.

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Track details

Track ID number: 8982
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)
About the Artist
Buddy Moncrief Buddy Moncrief

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.