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New Road

by Alan Babbitt

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So now the notes were all napping in my Martin guitar. But they were always ready to play. The words yet unsaid, were still in my head Waiting to have their say. They were all rootin’ for the writer to write. They hoped he wouldn’t take too long. For what they were seeing, was their reason for being. A chance to be in a song Woo Hoo!! Now the writer, he seeks inspiration To appear in a magical way To fall into place - with style and with grace To say what he wants to say. Sometimes It's just that easy. With minimal effort applied. But sometimes it's painful – It’ll drive you insane, you’ll just have to put it aside. Bridge The making of a melody - involves a little bit of sorcery When music, motion and mood combine ... compellingly Short break Randomly sampling combos of chords Till I hear what sounds good to my ear I let my fingers do the walking no thinking, no talking I can usually tell when I've gotten there Then I vocally noodle around Tryin’ to latch onto that catchy sound A memorable melody line Designed to stick in your mind You know it's going to stick in your mind By now it's probably stuck in your mind Short bridge Now the words and notes were feeling their oats They could feel things were moving along For what I was writing, to them was exciting A song about writing a song A song.
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When I was a little kid, we lived in Brooklyn I was a Dodger fan. They were my heroes. They’d often win the pennant, then lose the world series to the Yankees. I still get cranky – when I get around pin stripes. But in ’55, they came alive – got the big win. Kicked Yankee butts and we all went nuts – in Brooklyn. But in two short years the cheers turned to tears as the news came down. Dem Bums were leaving town. We’d love to stay here – but we just can’t make it pay here. So I’m sorry to inform ya – We’re goin’ to where it’s sunny – gonna make more money – in southern California I’ll never love another team – said the broken hearted boy. You’ll only gain big league pain – where there should be fun and joy. Short instrumental bridge Well, the years go by and somehow I become a grown up Then a whole hunk of life happened – wound up in San Francisco. There I met my wife – we built our life – no more wishin’ We had us a good old time – but something was missing. Well the missing link, comes I think, from when we were small. In the background, we’d often hear the sounds of baseball. The crack of the bat – the roar of the crowd – the play by play still resonates today. We’re comin’ back – comin’ back to baseball We’re back on track – getting’ on back to baseball Yeah, we’re comin’ back – comin’ back to baseball We’re friends again – that good old game of baseball Now the Giants are the home team – made them our own team They’re the ones we root for. We go to games – call the umpire names – we holler and we hoot for. And our biggest rivals are the Dodgers – so ironic yet so nice. The burned me bad when I was a lad But now I get to hate them twice. Crowd chants – “Beat LA, Beat LA, Beat LA........ “
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There's a story people tell of a special place in hell ... A place so horrific, it's .... just terrific for spammers Where they can toil among their own Reap what they have sown. With slimeballs, slackers, scoundrels, hackers, and scammers. Where they're forced to work at the speed of berserk While hearing the devils taunts. To their colleagues in hell, they're sentenced to sell Crap ... that nobody wants. Chorus To hell with spammers To hell with their buddies as well Let's tell the spammers No more talking - now It's time to yell We should put up a clamor throw 'em all in the slammer. And after that ... they can all go to hell Verse 2 They'll steal your Passwords in a flash Your contacts and your cash Their selfish cheating has us all deleting and deleting ... And deleting And then some bastard sends A virus to all your friends It's a sad fact of living The gift that keeps giving… And giving. Aww, It all makes me curse, but what's really the worst, gets me snippy, snarky and snorting. First my focus is blown By the sound of the phone Then I'm spammed by a damned recording. Chorus I say to hell with spammers Don't let 'em poison the well We gotta quell them spammers We gotta ring their closing bell We should put up a clamor throw 'em all in the slammer. And after that... they can all rot in hell
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Moments of Decision by Alan Babbitt In the early 1900’s My grandparents lived in Russia There was strife - a dangerous life - Under a badass czar Then there finally came a moment A moment of decision They said "We’re goin’ to America only 5,000 miles away.” If not for that moment I wouldn't be here today Now those moments of decision Come with lasting effects As our lives unfold in a linear way As one thing leads to the next But If you change your perspective To an historical view remove one link from the chain of events And whatever comes after is new Without all those moments You'd be a different you. Chorus Sometimes those moments are subtle and small They're of such a size - you don't realize they've happened at all. And they can come and go without leaving a clue. But when you look back you can see the track Leading to the current you. (Bridge) So if you're facing tough decisions And they're driving you nuts Could be you're thinkin' when 1 door opens another one shuts. But if you go through that new door And you let yourself see. There'll be door after door after door after door Of possibility Each a moment of decision That could set you free.
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Let's Change the Game by Alan Babbitt I don't read the papers, I don't watch the news It makes my blood just boil, or it brings on the blues. It's the same old stories, again and again And it's our prime time we spend. They shout "breaking news!" Ha ha - that's really a joke. The news can't be breaking, because it's already broke. Numbing pictures and sound Dumbing us down. Maybe it's time we awoke. It seems we used to be much smarter A little of that still remains. But nowadays, in many ways, things are harder. The daily bombarding of trash may be starting to mess with our hearts and our brains. Chorus So let's change the game. We don't need any more of that same old, lame old We can change the game. Now the members of Congress love to hear themselves talk. They're hot air buffoons – they squabble and squawk. They find lots to pee on, but little to agree on They can talk the talk but they don't walk the walk. And don't get me started on campaign finance It's a deal with the devil, A hellish romance. If we all said no more, it be hard to ignore We really need to break up this dance. So let's change the game. We don't need any more of that same old, lame old We can change the game. Get the money out of politics – A damn good place to start. Put people in office who come from their heart Memo to the media and their yackety-yacks Stick with the truth and don't mess with the facts Do away with lobbyists, that arm twisting bunch No more perks, no more gifts Buy your own damn lunch (Soaring voices and lead guitar) So let's change the game.
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The Perception of Time Music and Lyrics by Alan Babbitt Am7 – Bm7 (?) I watch the time go by --- too fast. I feel the future fly --- into the past. Time goes slow – when you’re young – God knows. But when you get older – the faster – time goes. Whether you’re a woman or a man – it doesn’t matter. You really ought to have a plan – to live life – while you can. So don’t waste a day – no need to delay --– you’ve got - to find - a way To take charge of your fate – don’t hesitate – before it’s too late. Am7 D So strange -` the perception of time G Em Seems it’s all in our mind. Fmaj Cmaj7 Electro-chemically entwined F E7 Asus ? It’s a bit of an existential bind Put priorities in play. How you spend your time – each day. Pick what makes you whole – pick what feeds your soul. Pick the best – kick the rest - away. You’ve got to listen to yourself – those inner voices They’ll help to lead you to your own best choices – and hold on Hold on to those you love – the folks you’re fondest of They’ll help - you find – your way Their love will keep you high – no need to wonder why - Just let your spirit fly. If we didn’t have linear time. We’d be caught in a strange paradigm. A multi reality crunch. Where everything is happening at once. So if your time goes by – too fast If your days and weeks and months – don’t last Time can be your friend - if it’s time you spend In the now, not the future, not the past The now, not the future, not the past The now, not the future, not the past
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Lazy Sunday 04:26
No lyrics - Instrumental
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Our House 03:06
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Back to baseball Spring edition Lyrics by Alan Babbitt You begin to feel it in your bones after new years Soft little breezes Whispers in your ears. The sun moves higher in the sky Glowing like an old, gold jewel Brings familiar feelings of rebirth and renewal. And from deep inside, where dreams reside A memory's kicks in It's a yearly thing - in the early spring And it's about to begin. As the calendar turns, our spirit yearns For that comforting call When the words are heard "Play Ball!" Chorus We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball. We're back on track, getting on back to baseball. We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball. We're friends again, with that good old game of baseball. Lead section Our love for this game Most often came from our parents. They pointed the way. We became little fans. And we learned how to play. We imagined we won the World Series We were the stars of our team We'd close our eyes and fantasize We were the heroes of our dreams. It was a childhood friend You could depend on From spring until fall In the background we often heard the sounds of baseball The crack of the bat, The roar of the crowd, The play-by-play Still resonates today. Chorus We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball. We're back on track, getting on back to baseball. We're comin' back, comin' back to baseball. We're friends again, with that good old game of baseball. Whatever team you root for holler and hoot for. It's up-and-down all season They win - There's highs They lose – there's blues With no good rhyme or reason But we keep coming back, coming back to baseball We're comin' back Gettin' on back to baseball, (A cappella) We're coming back, coming back to baseball.
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A Good Time To Be Alive – lyrics and chords Music and Lyrics by Alan Babbitt Intro – Em C G D Em C D Em C G D This is a time of miracles. They happen every day Em C G B7 Evidence empirical says It's meant to be that way. Em B7 Em A But we don’t need a miracle to appreciate this world. G D C D C Just keep your mind and eyes open wide G D C D Em It's a good time to be alive. Em C G D Computers and the Internet. Airplanes and cars. Em C G B7 Life-saving medicines and Rovers on Mars. Em B7 Em A Dictators toppling and there’s cameras in our phones. G D C D C G D C D Em G What's next to arrive? It's a great time to be alive G D Am7 Am7 ish True all these good things are happening. F C G But it's clear that things could be better. Em D C Em There's way too much bloodshed, hunger and pain Em7 B7 I know we could solve it - We just need to evolve a bit. Em C G D Em C D Verse 3 Em C G D Hands on the steering wheel - Eyes on the road Em C G D I don't know what’s a-comin’ - It's a brand-new episode. Em B7 Em A I know we're on a journey and It doesn't matter where. G D C G C Em D C D Em Just enjoy the ride - It's a good time to be alive. C G D Em C D Em

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At times humorous, quirky and thought-provoking, the debut album “New Road” by Singer / Songwriter Alan Babbitt features original songs with pleasing melodies, jazzy arrangements, rich vocal harmonies and some interesting things to say.

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released April 1, 2017

Music, lyrics, vocals, guitar and other instruments by Alan Babbitt.
Bass on "To Hell with Spammers" by Dan Goodman.
Mastering by Dan Goodman and by Christopher Krotky, Soundwire Music

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"Alan Babbitt is a clever songsmith with some very original statements to make."
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- music biz veteran, songwriter, recording artist, producer and Broadjam pro reviewer

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