Green Is Good

by The Sharp Things

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The Sharp Things is a Brooklyn-based, classic orchestral pop and rock collective with eclectic influences including Mark Eitzel, Scott Walker, Jimmy Webb, David Bowie, Burt Bacharach, Marvin Gaye, The Who, Radiohead, Randy Newman and The Beatles (among many others).

In short, not your typical indie-rock band.

Founded in New York City in 1997, The Sharp Things have released four albums to worldwide critical acclaim (seriously, really): Here Comes The Sharp Things (Dive Records 2002), Foxes & Hounds (Bar/None, 2005), A Moveable Feast (Bar/None 2007) and the newest, Green Is Good, released on Dive on 26 February 2013.

More than three years in the making, Green Is Good is the first of a four-album series entitled Dogs Of Bushwick, to be released throughout 2013 and next year. Work on this massive project began in September 2009 at The Kennel recording studio in Brooklyn, with Feast producer Billy Polo back at the helm.

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released February 26, 2013

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Formed in New York City in 1997, The Sharp Things are America’s premier orchestral pop-rock collective, drawing on diverse influences to produce a lush and vibrant sound that harkens back to the Golden Age of radio pop.

EverubodyEverybody is The Sharp Things’ seventh studio album, and the last in a sprawling, four-album series entitled Dogs Of Bushwick.
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Track Name: Blame The Bankers
Blame the bankers
Don't blame yourselves
You were trying to get by when the bottom fell
And when the sky knew no limit
You couldn’t lasso the Moon
That dream was reserved for the chosen few.

Blame the bankers
You know it’s true
Cos there’s no one on Earth who works harder than you
Blame the bankers
Making a killing
On the miserable failure of Capitalism.

Don’t try to fool yourself
There’s a war going on
Mr Have, Mr Never Will
Don’t try to fool yourself
When you can’t feed your kids
You know it’s personal.

Blame the bankers
Don’t blame yourselves
You were trying to get by when the bottom fell
Powerless fathers swallow their pride
While the grand illusion keeps the dream alive.

Don’t try to fool yourself
There’s a war going on
Mr Have, Mr Never Will
Don’t try to fool yourself
When you can’t feed your kids
You know it’s personal.
Track Name: The Piper
Piper wanders down the road
Piper stops at a window box
Pretty flowers in a row
Summer, fall, then the driving snow

While you’re sleeping
Dearest boy
Can you ever think of me?
Now the morning
Tries to remind me
That this was meant to be
C’est La vie.

Piper walks into a church
Piper stares at the sacristy
How many sons will have to die
Before he’s put out of his misery

In your absence
Specters loom
And they still consume my nights
When the morning
Tries to find me
I’ve vanished from its sight
Such is life.

While you’re sleeping
Dearest boy
Can you ever think of me?
Now the morning
Tries to remind me
That this was meant to be
C’est La vie.
Track Name: Here Comes The Maestro
I got my own chanteuse
She sings to me
She sings me to sleep
I got a great masseuse
Her company provided for free

I play for pay
I’m living the dream
I make the music and the music makes me.

My eccentricities are all taken seriously
My impresario is here to tend to all of my needs.

The carpet rolls out ruby red
The paparazzi turn their heads
Chicka!!

Here comes the maestro, baby
Here comes the maestro, baby
Here comes the maestro, baby
Look out.

The players break a sweat
The room resounds, then silence
I wave a big baton
Three taps, we break into song
The violins will fly like the wind
The trumpets play
The chorus will sing!

Here comes the maestro, baby
Here comes the maestro, baby
Here comes the maestro, baby
Look out.
Track Name: Flowers For My Girl
She keeps on talking, but I’m not at home
My mind is reaching back to afternoon on Sunday
Kissing, laughing, running ‘round your bed
So sorry, haven’t listened to a word you said.

C’mon baby, please pick up the phone
I’m otherwise engaged and so are you, I take it.
Heaven knows how far we’d go for love
The Devil knows it, too
He’s sitting on my shoulder…

Flowers for my girl
Diamonds, gold and pearls
Can’t go on without you.
Flowers for my girl
Take me from this world
It’ll turn without me…

Life is easy in an easy chair
An endless flow of TV shows
And chips and beer
Maybe I won’t ever reach the stars
But out the door and down the street’s
A brilliant start, now…

Flowers for my girl
Diamonds, gold and pearls
Can’t go on without you.
Flowers for my girl
Take me from this world
It’ll turn without me…
Track Name: Eric Of Norway
And now for your listening pleasure…
Track Name: Lights
I am removed
I am confused
I am a Ladybird who sings the blues
And if I had some sense
I would pay the rent, I would…
I am amused
I am consumed
I am a man, a man without a clue
And if I had some sense
I would pitch a tent, I would
I would stop crying if I had a place to hang my head
I would stop trying if I had a head to place my hat
I’d stop reminding if I had a reason to forget
I’d turn the lights on if I knew I wouldn’t fade to black
I am devoid of the right to voice
I am the boy, the boy who cried android
And if I had a choice I would sing it, sing it
I laid to rest my innocence
I am the girl, the girl who kicked the nest
And if I had a choice I would sing it, sing it
I would stop crying if I had a place to hang my head
I would stop trying if I had a head to place my hat
I’d stop reminding if I had a reason to forget
I’d turn the lights on if I knew I wouldn’t fade to black…
Track Name: Goodbye To Golders Green
Salad days in the pub
Sleeping in the tub
Won’t forget your face
When you found me

I know I couldn’t stay
But I don’t wanna leave
But you’re who puts the bitter in the sweet

Goodbye to Golders Green
Goodbye to everything
Goodbye to my old scene
Good riddance to Irene
Riddance to Irene

The girl was so unkind
And you’re a friend of mine
We had such good times
Glad you made it…

Could’ve gone on for years
A thousand of my tears
But I was so unhappy
Had to face it…

Goodbye to Golders Green
Goodbye to everything
Goodbye to my old scene
Good riddance to Irene
Riddance to Irene
Track Name: I Know You're Gonna Break My Heart
I can read, it ain’t right
Don’t need a book
It’s written on your face
And I don’t know what I did wrong
Haven’t got a clue
I just feel your love wane

You shift with the sands
I know you’re gonna break my heart
Oh, it’s all in the plan
I know you’re gonna break my heart
So, tell me, woman,
Be a man.

You’re getting on the clothes I wear
And my attitude
What happened to my lady
Now you need a richer man
There’s nothing I could do
But watch you walk away from me…

You shift with the sands
I know you’re gonna break my heart
Oh, it’s all in the plan
I know you’re gonna break my heart
So, tell me, my love,
Be a man.

You shift with the sands
I know you’re gonna break my heart
Oh, it’s all in the plan
I know you’re gonna break my heart
So, tell me, woman,
Be a man.
Track Name: Dogs Of Bushwick
I was 15 years old when I wrote my first song
In a gas station kiosk
On a Casiotone
Near the stadium
In the shadow of a Miracle.

There’s a song for the desperate
Who robbed me at gunpoint
A song for the crackheads
And transvestite prostitutes
Loitering
Even got a song for you…

Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.
Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.

Find a trade and get paid
Make a lot and get laid
Just forget all the music
That swells in your head
Have a family
Buy a house in Oceanside

It’s a dangerous endeavor
And it’s much like a drug
Cos you think that you’re winning
But, it’s never enough
Till the money’s gone
Still the urge is twice as strong

Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.
Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.

Nothing to show for it
Nothing to show for…
Dogs of Bushwick.

And they play to their wives
And they play to their children
They play to their girlfriends
While time is shrinking their audience
To play at all don’t make no sense

It’s a gift, it’s a curse
It’s a drink that I nurse
And it sometimes gets better
But it also gets worse…

Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.
Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.

There’s a radio station alive in my head
There’s a radio station that’s driving me mad
Hearing symphonies
Strings and horns and timpani

I know silence to be the writer’s worst enemy
Apathy runs a close second
But, do what you want to me
There will still be song.

Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.
Got a little change
Got a little change
In my pocket
Now reach for it.

Nothing to show for it
Nothing to show for it
Nothing to show for it…
Dogs of Bushwick.
Track Name: Back Down The Rabbit Hole
Falling short in a world made of plastic
And writing checks made of elastic
Fighting machines so ruthless and cold
Trying to push me back down the rabbit hole

The man he calls looking for collections
I got no words, don’t got no protection
Attack my pride, entrap my possessions
He’ll say anything to make the projections.

Back down the hole!
Back down the hole!

All the King’s men
Trying to put it back together again
Take it from the poor and give it to their friends
In a world made of plastic
We face disaster…

Back down the hole!
Back down the hole!