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Tobin got me to thinking with his hard hitting interview skills - why not jump back into some of my jazz roots?
So here's a Boss Hook Bossa. Bossas remind me of the beach and summertime but do not be fooled, this is a gut wrenching existentialist bossa of the metaphysical torments of crisis without catharsis.
But then again everything sounds easy and free in the Bossa, so crack open a can of mixed nuts and pour something cold for this.
Thanks for the artistic inspiration, Tobin.
Giving my Hohner jazz box archtop guit a little work on this tune.
Boss Hook: Vocals, Blueridge Acoustic, Yamaha Acoustic, Hohner Archtop Electric, Bass, B3 organ (via Ensoniq keys), drum programming and percussion.
(c) John LaMantia for Boss Hook Music, 2008
So here's a Boss Hook Bossa. Bossas remind me of the beach and summertime but do not be fooled, this is a gut wrenching existentialist bossa of the metaphysical torments of crisis without catharsis.
But then again everything sounds easy and free in the Bossa, so crack open a can of mixed nuts and pour something cold for this.
Thanks for the artistic inspiration, Tobin.
Giving my Hohner jazz box archtop guit a little work on this tune.
Boss Hook: Vocals, Blueridge Acoustic, Yamaha Acoustic, Hohner Archtop Electric, Bass, B3 organ (via Ensoniq keys), drum programming and percussion.
(c) John LaMantia for Boss Hook Music, 2008
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Lyrics
Cruel, Cruel, Bossa
© John LaMantia for Boss Hook Music, 2008
Did you think that it would pass so fast
As you drown your sorrows in a whiskey glass
Take another glance around
Swear your feet stuck to the ground
Did you think it would be so hard
As you’re walking past the old man’s yard
You try to find the right way home
It’s getting darker and you’re all alone
You got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
You’ve got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
So you blame it on a rich man’s soul
You can’t count on later days
To make up for all those dues you paid
You know it don’t work that smooth
You take chances with the games you choose
Did she tell you that she’d let you down
Tear your dreams right to the ground
Makes your heart beat twice as fast
Make the final moments last
You got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
You’ve got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
So you blame it on a rich man’s soul
© John LaMantia for Boss Hook Music, 2008
Did you think that it would pass so fast
As you drown your sorrows in a whiskey glass
Take another glance around
Swear your feet stuck to the ground
Did you think it would be so hard
As you’re walking past the old man’s yard
You try to find the right way home
It’s getting darker and you’re all alone
You got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
You’ve got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
So you blame it on a rich man’s soul
You can’t count on later days
To make up for all those dues you paid
You know it don’t work that smooth
You take chances with the games you choose
Did she tell you that she’d let you down
Tear your dreams right to the ground
Makes your heart beat twice as fast
Make the final moments last
You got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
You’ve got a reason to cry
It’s a cruel, cruel world
And you don’t know what you’re gonna do
So you blame it on a rich man’s soul
magnatone
oh man - I'll be eating mixed nuts all day now. This is great - especially after reading your song description. Glad Tobin inspired you in this direction because - wow!