Stock Music track: Nothing Hurts Like The Truth

Compelling vocal jazz in slow swing. Powerful lyrics paint a stark picture about what can be one of the toughest things in life; facing the truth. Smokey male vocalist backed by bass, piano, brush drums lineup. Blues feel within jazz context.

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Track details

Track ID number: 14161
Genres: Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Vocal Blues / Southern -- Blues & Southern Rock
Moods/Emotions: Sad / Sorrowful / Mournful -- Melancholic / Nostalgic / Wistful -- Laid back / Easy-going / Chilled
Suggested Production Types: Historical / Retro: 1950's -- Historical / Retro: 1920-1940's -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar
Prominent Instruments: Bass (Upright/Acoustic) -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Piano (Acoustic) -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics
Tempo feel: Very slow -- Slow
Tempo Beats Per Minute: 67
Artist: Buddy Moncrief
Composer: John Swanson (BMI - CAE#: 00545496814)
Publisher: Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI)
PRO / Non-PRO Track? PRO (What's this?)
WAV file bit depth: CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?)
Lyrics: You feel it in your bones
Sticks and stones
It moans like a sore tooth
A painful reminder
To take off the blinders
Nothing hurts like the truth

You lie awake at night
Something’s just not right
Fight or flight, you gotta choose
Eavesdrop the chatter
It’s like falling from a ladder
Nothing hurts like the truth

Can’t hide from your ghostly memories
Open up and let the prisoners free
Make it your number one priority
To right the ship that’s lost at sea

Don’t sit around and cry
Don’t contemplate why
You’re high and dry and uncouth
Get up off your haunches
Free your subconscious
And just face the truth
Nothing hurts like the truth

Don’t sit around and cry
Don’t contemplate why
You’re high and dry and uncouth
Get up off your haunches
Free your subconscious
And just face the truth
Nothing hurts like the truth
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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.