Uptempo big band swings hard behind Sinatra-esque vocalist. Clever lyrics built around the “green grass on the other side” clich. Lots of metaphors. A fun, bouncy tune.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 10099 |
|---|---|
| Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz -- Jazz: Old-time jazz / Retro jazz |
| Moods/Emotions: | Cool / Funky / Strutting |
| Suggested Production Types: | Comedy / Sitcom / Dramedy -- Historical / Retro: 1970's -- Historical / Retro: 1960's -- Historical / Retro: 1950's -- Historical / Retro: 1920-1940's -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar -- Party / Dancing / Fun times |
| Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Upright/Acoustic) -- Brass section / Horns -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Piano (Acoustic) -- Trumpet -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | vocal jazz, big band, big band jazz, frank sinatra |
| Tempo feel: | Slow -- Medium -- Fast |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 84 |
| 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: | The green grass on the other side Is a Cheshire Cat-like smile a half mile wide The green grass on the other side Is a creepy stranger offering you a ride But don't let it fool you Don't let it get into your head Don't let it school you You sleep where you make your bed It'll lead you down a path you soon regret And then the green grass won't look so green anymore It'll brown and frown and slam and lock the door 'Cuz the green grass that paves the way to easy street Was all along right there beneath your feet The green grass on the other side Is a paradise of warm fuzzy dice let it ride The green grass on the other side Is your old girlfriend when she said that she loved you and lied But don't let it fool you Don't let it get into your head Don't let it school you You sleep where you make your bed It'll lead you down a path you soon regret And then the green grass won't look so green to your eyes It'll promise you maybe like a spoiled little baby that cries 'Cuz the green grass that paves the way to easy street Is right there, right there beneath your feet Right there beneath your feet Right there beneath your feet |
| 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.