Funky grooving blues with humorously engaging lyrics about a guy tuning out his nagging woman. Groovy saxophone duet compliments each verse and chorus. Medium fast up-tempo feel. Driving tenor sax and piano solos. Clever snappy outro. Catchy, fun, feel-good blues with a memorable hook.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 10097 |
|---|---|
| Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz -- Blues & Southern Rock |
| Moods/Emotions: | Cool / Funky / Strutting -- Funny / Playful / Whimsical / Comical |
| Suggested Production Types: | Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy -- Historical / Retro: 1970's -- Historical / Retro: 1960's -- Historical / Retro: 1950's -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar -- Style / Fashion / Make-up |
| Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Electric) -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Guitar (Electric) -- Piano (Acoustic) -- Saxophone & Soprano Saxophone -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | vocal jazz |
| Tempo feel: | Medium -- Fast |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 125 |
| 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: | Your lips are moving but I don't hear a word They're flapping and flapping like the wings of a bird Your nostrils are flaring; you're ready to fight Looks like a Pier Sixer tonight But I've had a hard day; work was really a bear You may think I'm listening but I really don't care I'm projecting myself far from here And I'm getting myself a beer You might as well be 10,000 miles away You might as well be 10,000 miles away I'm at the top of the mountain You're at the bottom of the sea And you ain't even bothering me I've heard you complain enough to already know Every boring old line in this one woman show I've listened to you snarl, scold, and hiss So you might want to listen to this You might as well be 10,000 miles away You might as well be 10,000 miles away I'm locking all the doors And throwing out the key So you ain't even bothering me You might as well be 10,000 miles away You might as well be 10,000 miles away I'm at the top of the mountain You're at the bottom of the sea And you ain't even bothering me You might as well be 10,000 miles away You might as well be 10,000 miles away You might as well be 10,000 miles away You might as well be 9,999 miles away |
| Album containing this track: | (None) |
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.