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.
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 |
| Keywords / Hints: | smooth jazz, slow jazz, vocal jazz. |
| Tempo feel: | Very slow -- Slow |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 67 |
| Artist: | Buddy Moncrief |
| Composer: | John Swanson (BMI - CAE#: 00545496814) |
| Publisher: | Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI) |
| SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | John Swanson |
| 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: | 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 |
| 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.