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We are currently experiencing some short-term hiccups with our physical CD distribution: in the meantime please click on the album links on our Albums page and hit the Amazon buying links to check if your title is available .
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Music Distribution
We are currently experiencing some short-term hiccups with our physical CD distribution: in the meantime please click on the album links on our Albums page and hit the Amazon buying links to check if your title is available .
Download sales continue to be available via the usual services and you can also still stream our music as usual.
Only The Dead Know Brooklyn
The video of the title track is available for free download. A big effort. Go check it out.
After a lull of 25 years, the Shirts (from Brooklyn) are back. Their CD (this one) has received all sorts of nice comments. The family plays together again.
They performed all the new songs to an enthusiastic CBGB full house on June 28 2006. As well as a few classics.
Brooklyn photos by JR Rost
Artwork by Kathy McCloskey and Bob Racioppo
Layout by James Mokarry
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Download bundle of 13 CD song excerpts (23Mb): mp3 | m4a. All excerpts are two minutes or more.
Basic tracks recorded at CBGB, New York
Overdubs and mixing at the Stereo Society, New York
Recorded and mixed by James Rosenthal
CBGB engineering by Jamie Gorman
Mastered by Joe Lambert at Trutone Mastering Labs, New York
Produced by Mike Thorne
Thanks to Hilly Kristal
For Norman Dunn
Ron Ardito: vocals, guitar
Johnny (Zeeek) Criscione: drums, percussion, vocals
Art Lamonica: vocals, guitar
Kathy McCloskey: vocals, keyboards, accordion
Caren Messing: vocals
John Piccolo: keyboards, vocals
Bob Racioppo: vocals, bass, keyboards
Arno Hecht: saxophone
Larry Etkin: trumpet
Allison Miller: percussion
Manhole Cover Seen In Sunset Park…
The actual CD, which you can use as a cover for a very small manhole. Click for enlargement.
Original manhole photo: JR Rost
Composition and lettering: James Mokarry and Kathy McCloskey
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Spanish Steps
Spanish Steps
By Art Lamonica
Lyrics
when the sun refuse to light up the sky
and the oceans and the rivers run dry
don’t have to run and hide
when the juke box plays the same old song
you don’t have to listen you don’t have to sing along
don’t have to play along
and I’m sittin’ here on the Spanish Steps
lookin’ out to where the poets slept
tryin’ to protect the innocents
there they go
let the truth be told
I stand alone here on the side of the road
I have no where to go he’s just another lost soul
out in this dust bowl
solitary melancholy man
speaks a language we don’t understand
try to comprehend
o no o no
Love In Chains
Love In Chains
By Bob Racioppo
Lyrics
Every night, every day
I’m in your clutches, I can’t get away
Sometimes I want to, sometimes I need to
But I can’t get loose, it’s always the same
love in chains love in chains got to break love in chains
I travel wide, I travel far
I’d cross the ocean baby, 3000 miles
Whatever I do, I still can’t lose you
I’m comin’ home on the fastest jet plane
chiselin’ the chains, cause I gotta get away
Emptier
Emptier
By Ron Ardito and Kathy McCloskey
Lyrics
So you’re here with a violet glow
Yeah you’re near I hear the wild winds blowin’
And it’s clear it won’t take you long
With your shears to tear my soul
Now I’m emptier (it’s the end of us)
Yeah I’m emptier than I was before
You’re like a lightning bolt
I’m emptier emptier getting emptier
Now I’m here, broken boned
You’re the sum of all my fear, barring none
And it’s clear: it won’t take you long
With your shears to tear my soul straight across
Still I’m emptier (it’s the end of us)
Yeah I’m emptier than I was before
You’re a lightning bolt
Yeah, I’m emptier
Now I’m lonelier than I was before
lonelier lonelier
I’m emptier
Love Is done and now you must go on
Take Hold Of My Heart
Take Hold Of My Heart
By Bob Racioppo and Ron Ardito
Lyrics
I left a light in the darkness
Never mind a life always starved
In the middle of a maze
I’ll meet you in the Moulin Rouge
I need you to
Take hold of my heart
(Sombody’s gotta give it, sombody’s gotta take)
Hold of my heart
(It’s gonna tear apart, I swear it’s gonna tear apart)
I thought that light should be harmless
Never knew I could be so charged.
In the middle of amaze
I’ll meet you in the Moulin Rouge
I hit the height, heard the warning
Open that grey heart to the mourning
In the middle of a maze,
I’ll meet you in the Moulin Rouge
I need you to
Take hold of my heart
Hell Or High Water
Hell Or High Water
By Bob Racioppo and Ron Ardito
Lyrics
Come hell
or high water
Dance like a demon
debutante on my coffin
Come hell
or high water
Wrapped up in see-through cellophane
my lover
There’s a light show
every night
If your mind is
open wide
There’s a TV set inside
On a station
you can’t find
Come Hell
hold the water
Tip top two-tone
Tapper Zuki distortion
Chimes Of Love
Walk On The Wire
Walk On The Wire
By Ron Ardito
Lyrics
i was long ago
feeling empty
you came I know
you came to tempt me
had i known you
long before
might have opened
up a door
and i’ve chained
i’ve been rearranged
walk on the wire
you won’t go home
over the fire
you’re on your own
walk on the wire
there’s a waiting room
for impatience
some are coming to
and some are wasted
but when i hold you
in my arms
there’s no false alarm
it’s real fire
you’re my one desire
walk on the wire
you won’t go home
over the fire
you’re on your own
walk on the wire
you thought you’d never leave
but now you’re here with me
I Declare War
I Declare War
By Art Lamonica and Bob Racioppo
Lyrics
I declare war
War upon war
Stay away from my door
I ain’t marchin’ anymore
I declare war
War upon war
Feels like a celebration
Everybody’s wavin’ flags
Goin’ to a conflagration
Comin’ back in body bags
President’s in his bunker
Vice President’s in there too
I wonder who they’ll get to do all the fighting
Got a hunch it’s me and you
5000 years of fighting
Everybody’s done that dance
Mister can you hear the hippies when they holler
It’s time to give peace a chance
I declare war
War upon war
Tears Dancing Rings
Tears Dancing Rings
By Art Lamonica
Lyrics
There she goes, with another alibi
Against the wall, I see her cry
Could this be the last goodbye?
Over by the iron gate
The autumn leaves go whisking by
The words that hit me in the eye
Lord, I need a fire escape
Tears are dancing rings round me
Sky is falling down on her
Tears are dancing rings around me
Bourbon Street
Bourbon Street
By Marsha Hodgson and Ron Ardito
Lyrics
Mary hit me like a lightning bolt, she was in my heart and in my eye.
She rode me like a wet and wild colt, she was a diva and I was god, oh my!
Harry hit me like a cosmic storm, shook my libido and wrenched my throat.
My fragile world, such delirious forms, as he drained me and left me to float.
She left me ‘cause she thought I was a stranger
No, I left you ‘cause I thought you had a knife
She left me ‘cause she thought I was a danger
No, I left you ‘cause I knew it was too right
Harry used me like his guitar, loved me long and played me hard
The poet’s eye, the perfect chord, so right, but it went so wrong
Mary’s mind was like a rifle shot of reason mixed with rain
She was my light
No wait!
She’s right, she was my darkest night
A tempest of love and pain
Goin’ To The Boat
Goin' To The Boat
By Bob Racioppo
Lyrics
I’m goin’ to the boat
I wrote you a note it reads (and I quote) “I’m goin’ to the boat”
Ain’t got no
more time
To be a fish
on your line
I’m grabbin’ my coat
Ain’t puttin’ it
to a vote
I’m goin’ to the boat
You say that some day I’ll be back again
But if I were you I wouldn’t hold my breath
‘Cause soon as I find me a new boy friend
Forget about you,
Forget about you
I’ll just forget
about you
Only The Dead Know Brooklyn
Only The Dead Know Brooklyn
By Bob Racioppo
Lyrics
Only the dead know Brooklyn
Only the dead survive
Only the dead know Brooklyn
Ah baby please stop crying
Only the dead know Brooklyn
Keep on your raincoat, kid
She’ll hit you hard when you ain’t looking
But it’s nothing that you did
From Brooklyn to Tibet
Only the dead know where it’s at
From Hong Kong to LA
It’s just your life gets in the way
No matter where you’ve been
Weez got advice for you my friend:
Give up the ghost
Only the dead know Brooklyn
At least, that’s what I heard
Under the highway, hookers
Gravesend to Williamsburgh
There was a Park Slope yuppie
Hangin’ out Red Hook
For a slice of life he was hungry
They sliced him up real good
Everything Is Everything
Everything Is Everything
By Bob Racioppo
Lyrics
Everything is everything now isn’t it
Easy to forget and make a mess of it
The world revolves in a Tarantino minuet
And I’m alone in paradise tonight
The mountaintops are underwater don’t you know
The man from outer space has his own TV show
Cancelled ’cause the Neilson’s came in way too low
A crack appears in Paradise tonight
Everything is everything is everything
Everything and everything may soon explode
Ideas East and West go down like dominoes
Round and round and round we all still have to go
Spinning out of Paradise tonight