Boston Nashville

by Mike Pellecchia

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1.
You say your heart is broken, you put on such a good show Why aren’t you crying, why I don’t know You act the part of the victim, I am convinced it is true Why aren’t you crying, why aren’t ya blue Why are you so, steely and cold? Did you tell, your emotions, to pack up and go You say your life is over, you say with firm resolve Why aren’t you crying, who else is involved? You are the star of the show; I’m sitting in the front row Why aren’t you crying, I’ll check the program notes It says, right here, that your part in this play Is to be wooed, and won, and then thrown away You say you’ve played this part, too many times, before So why aren’t you crying, my ticket’s torn Can’t you pretend, like it’s the first time Why aren’t you crying, why aren’t you trying I’m used to good acting on all my screens The least you can do, is to make a big scene Instead, your mask, is permanently smiling Why aren’t you crying, why aren’t ya crying
2.
must be a bookstore for sale filled with treasures galore an old Studebaker with suicide doors A dream with our name on it nobody else, wants it. nobody else wants what we want nobody else wants what we want everyone wants we we got must be a cottage down an old gravel lane a teardown that’s seen too much rain we locked our eyes on it that was it nobody else wants we we want nobody else wants what we want everyone wants what we got open your eyes, there's somebody nobody wants open your heart, let a light shine in the dark must be a road not taken, a frog not touched, some extra not enough and not enough too much something someone has missed, or dissed or dismissed sometimes you gotta throw caution to the winds! nobody else wants we want nobody else wants what we want everyone wants what we got open your eyes, there's somebody nobody wants open your heart, let a light shine in the dark
3.
I’m so excited, I’m getting a puppy she's just two and a half years old, spends most days alone owner says the sooner, the better, I can get her I’m so excited. I’m naming her autumn I’m so excited, I’m getting a puppy Monday night, or maybe Sunday, day her owner works, so weekends would be better That’s when I work! I’m so excited Just fifty dollars, including all her shots Everything Autumn needs, I already got I’m so excited, I’m getting a puppy and she won’t be alone, she won’t be alone, as of Monday
4.
03:19
C A N N A BIS, C A N N A B I S Cannabis, let’s talk about Cannabis, medicinal It’s a plant with a past, THC works really fast, Cannabis the word Cannabis, bring out the Cannabis, no worries mon, love to have a little dose that makes a medicine out of an herb Soft drinks, rot your teeth. Caffeine, is just speed Anything that needs a doctor to sign is, guaranteed to mess with your mind Cannabis, how bout that Cannabis, let’s watch the show. Passing a dispensary have to slow down just to see who’s going inside What’s wrong with Cannabis? Stoner’s pride Mother sent me a grocery list, is there anything I missed? Orange juice, cranberry juice, soy milk, bottled water? and a liter of Bombay gin. And she put in an emoticon with a silly grin Cannabis, let’s talk about cannabis, you got any? Love to have a salad green that won’t get stuck between your teeth, cannabis the word. Cannabis, bring on de cannabis, no worries mon, love to have a little dose that makes a medicine out of an herb. What about the crime? And all the people doing time? And what about the folks who don’t like the smell, or think that society is marching…. straight to hell? Cannabis! What’s wrong with Cannabis? Bring on it. It can solve some social ills and pay a lot of medical bills. If cannabis can’t do it, what can? Can cannabis? I think it can, do you think it can?
5.
03:18
One day I felt lonely, and blue, pessimistic view nothing to light the way, seems like just yesterday came a knock at the door, something I’ve heard before had to get ready, had to get steady I’ll be right there, long as I don’t fall might take a minute to get down the hall Gotta find my glasses, then I’ll find the door don’t wanna step on them, they fell on the floor Just come on in….. the door isn’t locked Watch out for the stuff there, the hallway might be blocked And then that knocking, just went away nobody came in, or heard what I said Gotta find my glasses, gonna need em someday How long they been gone, I really can’t say
6.
Hello from my new place, I’m glad we shopped around No more dirty dishes, or cat to kick around Looks like on the outside, the mansion we could never buy I remember thinking, I’m gonna like it here Been such a long time, since someone called me dear Watchin’ the ships roll in, watch em roll away again Time is a thief from the day you were gone it’s been hard to sleep A day is a minute, there’s no second chance I love ya, I miss ya, I’ll seeya soon Lemme tell ya what happened, around here the other day Crews changed all the signs out Place now has a new name Think they might move me to a room across the way You know I got new friends, and a very friendly nurse And the ambulance that comes, least it don’t look like a hearse New sheets on that bed, I guess it could be worse Time is a thief from the day you were gone it’s been hard to sleep A day is a minute, ’s no second chance I love ya, I miss ya, I’ll seeya soon.
7.
An old newspaper clipping, with an underline a box of pictures, some old times memory that lingers, past its prime, must be stuff I’m saving Tickets from a show, with whom I went, perhaps you know a copy of the license we once had to have and hold a snapshot of our baby, when she was one year old must be stuff I’m saving memory is dim of past events which persevere as these scraps sail in the wind, a flapping sound I hear some scribbles I can’t read, encomia and screen must be stuff I’m saving A comic book about a wart hog, with super powers an old photograph that you inscribed forever ours this indian charm, that came from your great grandma a airline ticket to anonymity in Omaha this foolish heart, that persists in being raw must be stuff I’m saving
8.
He walked into the station with his lawyer smoking a big stogie, and buzzing like a bee about ten feet outside the station door he planted that cigar in a tree carefully: I can smoke it when I get out, smoke it when I get out Tree grow, cigar go, nowhere. I can smoke it when I get out. In winter it thawed and froze and thawed and pokey time took its toll In fall the color changed just like a leaf, in winter it grew lonely for its owner to release. That stogie was a prisoner in the tree, twigs grew all around and underneath. Lawyer took a glance up there one day, remembered that his client once did say: I can smoke it when I get out. Smoke it when I get out. Tree grow, cigar go, nowhere. I can smoke it when I get out. Outside the police station where the seasons come and go, folks who would remember don’t come out that door no more. So nobody noticed, when that tree was bare, something was gone. I can smoke it when I get out, smoke it when I get out. Tree grow, cigar go nowhere. I can smoke it when I get out.
9.
You don't know me anymore, you don't know me anymore I haven't changed, and you haven't changed, you don't know me any more Open, was the door, dwindling was the store I haven't changed, and you haven't changed, and there's no keepin score Why won't the clock turn back its hands? Why won't the angels intervene? Why won't we, be who we were? What is asundered, at the seam? I won't see you anymore, I won't see you anymore I haven't changed, and you haven't changed, you won't see me anymore
10.
Tired of heating up the pavement, with every little step I take Tired of aggravating the elevator, when I could be navigating by the sea I know the waves will be lappin’, at the tiki bar down the beach won’t be dealing with traffic, never be out of reach Island in the harbor, gotta get away gotta get away Island in the harbor, going for a springtime holiday Gathering shells by the sea, could even sound attractive to me so would a few other things, on an island in the harbor I know the waves will be lappin’, at the tiki bar down the beach won’t be dealing with traffic, never be far out of reach Island in the harbor, gotta get away gotta get away Island in the harbor, going for a springtime holiday
11.
03:57
Once’d I had a tractor, got stuck in the mud That tractor is gone now, and I got me some new mud Gonna get my new tractor, drive it over there Gonna show, that mud, who’s the boss around here Small place…… small time….. Small problems….. all mine Neighbors kepta a callin, complain about the noise That noise is gone now and I got me some new sounds Gotta brand new pedal board, and some, real fab gear Gonna show, that amp, who’s the boss around here Small place…. Small time…. Love your neighbor…. I love mine Cousin calls my wife, she says I ain’t home Won’t let me speak to him he’s lookin for a loan Kid wants to borrow the truck, the gas tank is on E Gonna show, that kid, who’s the boss around here Big truck….no gas… Love ya kid….don’t drive fast We live out in the country, give it our all Curse the guy or gal who invented ethanol I prefer to get my corn, from this bottle here Gonna show, that mirror, who’s the boss around here Hey we don’t want no fightin or cussin in here We just wanna be a place someone can have a beer Or dance a little two step, or shoot a round of pool This small place is big enough for me and you Small place…. Big time Life’s short….all mine
12.
I’m adding light, to my picture, of you, not sure what to do with the blue the yellows are fading, the reds are too harsh, not sure if the colors are true, my picture of you has, the subject in mind, the artistic vision seems perfectly fine all comes together except in the night, so I’m thinking of adding some light….you do have a side that is grey, a th color I’m leavin’ that way to change the grey would change everything else best not to mess with your bad self, I’m adding light to my picture of you. Hope not to mess it all up. Can’t change the facts and can’t ever go back, so I’ll add light to my picture of you
13.
You say it’s the best release that you’ve ever found you say you’re trying to lose weight but you ain’t lost a pound while you were out there with your friends I’m home beatin’ the kids again you call it joggin’ but I call it runnin’ around you call it joggin’ but I call it runnin’ around soles on your running shoes ain’t wearing down friends all smile and they agree, yeah she’s joggin’, definitely you call it joggin’ but I call it runnin’ around you call it joggin’ but I call it runnin’ around You’re dragging that dirty ole towel all over town you come in with your hair all wet, smellin’ like shampoo instead of sweat you call it joggin’ but I call it runnin’ around by John T. Loudermilk copyright Loudermilk Music

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I wrote these songs and produced them with musical colleagues in Boston and Nashville. Since Boston is full of musicians who read conventional notation, the arrangements for the Boston songs feature written out charts. Since Nashville is full of musicians who read their own numbering system, the arrangements for the Nashville songs were done accordingly. The lyrics just came to me and they seemed to fit into songs better than speech. I hope you like them and if so, please buy and share.

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released January 1, 2017

Boston Nashville

Mike and the “Restives"

Boston producer: Eric Kilburn
Boston “Restives”: Joe “Sonny” Barbato, hammond organ, grand piano; Mike Connors, drums; Eric Kilburn, guitar (funk rhythm on “When I Get Out”); Wayne Mogel, trombone; Greg Loughman, bass; Michael Pellecchia, clarinet, guitar, saxophone, vocal; Dave Umstead, trumpet

Nashville producer: Jay Patten
Nashville “Restives”: Vickie Carrico, vocals; Billy Contreras, violin; John Kearnes, dobro; Rick Lonow, drums, Mike Loudermilk, guitar, Jonell Mosser, vocals, Jay Patten, guitar, mandolin, keyboards, Asian flute, saxophone; Michael Pellecchia, clarinet, guitar (rhythm on “Island In The Harbor”), flute, saxophone, bell tree, vocal; Rob Price, bass; Andy Reiss, electric guitar, acoustic guitar and bass; Toni Sehulster, bass.

Horn arrangements: Michael Pellecchia, except “Why Aren’t You Crying”: Jay Patten, horn arrangement.

All songs by Michael Pellecchia, Pellecchia Music (BMI)
except:
“You Call It Joggin’”, by John T. Loudermilk, Loudermilk Music (BMI)
"Cannabis" by Mike Pellecchia, Pellecchia Music and Standard Blue Music (BMI)

Thanks to Jay Patten and Bill Gatzimos for enabling an unforgettable visit backstage at the Ryman.

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Mike Pellecchia Lee, New Hampshire

Mike wrote these songs in some of his favorite vintage styles of pop music, as he heard them on the radio and vinyl records in the 1960s. One song is a cover, "You Call It Joggin'", by the late John D. Loudermilk.

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