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Songs from Island Avenue

by Steve Fletcher

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1.
All That You Need to Find 03:48
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You bought us a round and you spat on the ground Then you said man somethin’ just ain’t right It was quarter to two when they grabbed hold of you, and they shoved you on out in the night That’s when you said if I go home again by myself I just might lose my mind So you finished your drink, took a minute to think And said this whole year’s stuck on rewind Every place that you have been You compare to another town Every face that you have seen Well, you can’t help but see her face now Sometimes it’s a shot, but more often than not It’s whatever you got in the drawer You called up my phone, we shot pool alone Then you talked about her some more You scratched up the felt and you started to melt Down to a man who can’t cover the cost Of chasin’ the ghost of a girl down the coast It’s a vision that I’ve never lost Every place that you have been You compare to another town Every face that you have seen Well, you can’t help but see her face now Every place that you have been You compare to another town Every face that you have seen Well, you can’t help but see her face now I hope you find all that you need to find. I hope you find all that you need to find. I hope you find all that you need to find. I hope you find all that you need to find.
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Keep Me Around 03:02
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Keep me around, keep me ‘round Let’s go down To that Dupont Ave. jukebox pad, Shorty Long’s in town We could run this strip tonight It’s not time to go home We committed to these wristbands and these fully charged cell phones So let’s go run some circles around all those looky-loos Sometimes I wanna say I hate this place, but I refuse, ‘cause ya Keep me around, you keep me ‘round Let’s go down Claim a booth at Nino’s, before we lose too much ground ‘Cause they’re comin’ round, yeah they’re comin’ ‘round Every place we ever loved, they’ll run into the ground I’m not talkin’ bout the tourists, and I do not mean the cops I ain’t referrin’ to those hard-workin’ men with those heavy mops I sure ain’t pointin’ fingers at the slingers of our drinks You may call me paranoid, man, but I don’t care what you think ‘Cause there’s a chubby politician, and he’s walkin’ down my block And I wouldn’t even mind him comin’ ‘round if the guy wasn’t all talk So, now I got one choice to make and I better make it quick Do we tell these suits to go back home, or do we let them do their schtick? Should I call the operator, send my congressman a note? About chubby men from Trenton on my boardwalk buyin’ votes Or should I just take a minute, let the cards fall where they may Forget the photo op, just call you up and then I’ll say Keep me around, Keep me ‘round Let’s go down To that bar right by the state park, and we’ll wash away that frown ‘Cause we ain’t afraid of no one Babe, tonight we run this town So, keep me around
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Queen of the Boardwalk Blues 02:47
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She was a rip-roarin’, tip-toe’n, Queen of the Boardwalk Blues She had nothin’ much left, but a dream, I guess And she never did run out of fuel She had a rose in her hair, and a fire in her stare Five dollars to her name But you were richer than most when she took your hand And those steely eyes met your gaze She was a real smooth talkin’, hot coal walkin’ Daughter of a son of a gun She was in everybody’s rumors, had a twisted sense of humor But she could always find some fun She was a double-crossin’, people-bossin’ Mixture of sand and salt She had this funny way of knowin’ when not to come around And this funny way of not carin’ at all She was a photo-takin’, young heart breakin’ Girl of the Underground She didn’t speak much, she let her feet do the talkin’, So you listened when she made a sound And all she said was… “I’m just this rip-roarin’, tip-toe’n, Queen of the Blues With nothin’ left to lose. Let’s hope I never run out of fuel.”
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Don't Go to Ohio 03:37
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You got your boardwalk shoes and your baby blues Nothin’ was wrong, nothin’ was wrong I took your hand in that August sand You felt so strong, I felt so strong Symphonies of fortune and fortunate sons Singin’ along, singin’ their songs I walked all night from Bay Head to the Heights Just to find dawn, not to find you were gone Don’t you go to Ohio It’s the sand and the sun and the sea That you’ll miss when you’re not here with me And your East Coast hair will look different out there There’s no heart in the heartland for you Don’t make the Midwest your next move I saw men dance on lakes, I saw fish in the street, it was June I saw ghosts cripple cars, I saw deserts and bars on the moon I saw undercover lovers, I saw military mothers and their pain I ate fresh key lime pie on some Key West church steps in the rain I saw joy, I saw panic, from the West to the Atlantic and I know One day you’ll escape, but it won’t be to Ohio Yeah one day you’ll escape, but it won’t be to Ohio Don’t you go to Ohio It’s the sand and the sun and the sea That you’ll miss when you’re not here with me And your East Coast hair will look different out there There’s no heart in the heartland for you Don’t make the Midwest your next move
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King of the Classifieds 04:35
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I walked up on Banker’s Hill Where I rang some bells to pay my bills I would cruise the Cliffs with my space blanket Deliverin’ lunch for a shake and a tip It was tough turnin’ tables with an apron on, But I needed the dough, so I worked at Leon’s. I was right smack dab in the middle of Manhattan I was tryin’ to follow orders, but the orders were in Latin. I was a corner boy on a roundabout, A stablehand on shaky ground The King of the Classifieds, wide-eyed and chasin’ a dream I stole only glances and gave second chances, Made a name for myself as the kid who dances From job to job, just searchin’ for songs in between Now I’m down on my knees I rolled into that Market Square I pushed papers at a desk down there When I punched out for the final time, I found myself pourin’ rich people wine. But wouldn’t you know when the money got tight, I’d play at Marie’s; I’d fill her place for the night Cause my best suitcase, yes the finest by far Was the leatherbound hardshell that held my guitar I was a corner boy on a roundabout, A stablehand on shaky ground The King of the Classifieds, wide-eyed and chasin’ a dream I stole only glances, I gave second chances, Made a name for myself as the kid who dances From job to job, just searchin’ for songs in the breeze Now I’m down on my knees But not for long I finally see that I had it all wrong I was a corner boy on a roundabout, A stablehand on shaky ground The King of the Classifieds, wide-eyed, chasin’ a dream I stole only glances, I gave second chances, Made a name for myself as the kid who dances From job to job, just searchin’ for songs in between And now I’m down on my knees.
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Like None of Those 03:18
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She used to get choked up on a phone call She used to be in by ten She said, “Boy don’t get your hopes up I won’t fall easy for most types of men.” She used to push herself up to the front row I guess she still does sometimes And I still cringe when she throws up that elbow But deep down you know I don’t mind Deep down I think she’s so fine There was Anne Marie and there was Hannah Lee There was that girl with the crooked nose Well, there was comin’ and a goin’ Wishin’ and a hopin’ That you’d be like none of those (repeat) She used to read from scripture on Sunday She used to study the verse She used to think no matter how much I pray The politics has this place cursed She used to look at the stars on her ceiling And dream about who she might be 500 miles away I was feeling like a girl with a dream might be perfect for me There was Anne Marie and there was Hannah Lee There was that girl with the crooked nose Well, there was comin’ and a goin’ Wishin’ and a hopin’ That you’d be like none of those (repeat)
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She Stands 04:53
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The big Crazy Bus took a beatin’ The carousel ponies were freezin’ We all held our heads on the shoreline, you said that it’s over We drove down the Parkway in silence The newscast said people’d been dyin’ When we crossed the bridge, I saw tanks rollin’ in; I felt older I tore down the highway quick as light To take back what was mine from the night The shops were gone, the dunes were in the street There was a mountain sand where the arcade used to be There was screamin’ and shoutin’, a Ferris Wheel out in the break And the heart of the house I grew up, it started to ache But she stood where she stands And for that, you can bet, I’m a better man Yeah she stood where she stands And for that, you can bet, I’m a better man She stands, she still, she still stands She stands, she still, she still stands She stands, she still, she still stands She stands, she still, she still stands She stands, she stands, she stands, she stands, she stands
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Hold Me Close 02:56
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Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love It’s a crazy world, and you feel alright, then the feelin’s gone Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love Knew some kids at the five and dime Who pawned their guitars in the summertime They was savin’ up for a big move Some say they just needed somethin’ to do C’mon, baby, pick your favorite song Make it quick ‘cause the night’s comin’ on Roll down your windows; I still pay the tolls We’ll get there fast, then we’ll dance real slow Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love It’s a crazy world, and you feel alright, then the feelin’s gone Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love Knew these kids in this killer band Packed up the truck and I took your hand We rolled into that boardwalk town I just knew she was gonna dig their sound Drinks and dreams on the dancefloor I said, “I don’t wanna play games of chance no more” So we ditched the crew and we split that scene I reached for you and you reached for me, and that’s when you said, “Oh, baby…” Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love It’s a crazy world, and you feel alright, then the feelin’s gone Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love

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In the May of 2016, Steve Fletcher moved into the Seaside Park, NJ cottage where he spent his childhood summers and set out to write the material for his first solo album. At the end of the summer, he set up a makeshift home studio and recorded the 8 cuts that would come to be known as Songs From Island Avenue.

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released September 12, 2016

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