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On the Boulevard

from Texarkana by Coby Carlucci

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we all do stupid things that our parents tell us not to, sometimes the wisdom of our parents needs to be experienced firsthand. Based on a seedy part of Metairie/Kenner LA that i use to drive through.

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Down on the boulevard
We like to mix and mingle
We like to have a good time
But watch out, cause sometimes the fist will fly
Left hook to the jaw
The next day you’re bruised, but laughing
Dad I heard you whisper that I should find another…place

Down on the boulevard
The boys watch the girls and whistle
The girls watch the boys as well
But they can just mask their longings better
Long stares lead to stairways
And those stairways lead to heartbreak
Dad I heard you whisper that I should find another place

It’s not I my hands; It’s not in my head (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones
It’s not in my spirit; It’s not in my mind (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones

Down on the boulevard
We share all of our secrets
We share our tattoos
We share cigarettes and we share booze
But we can’t share everything
And sometimes that leaves us guessing
Dad I heard you whisper that I should find another place

It’s not I my hands; It’s not in my head (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones
It’s not in my spirit; It’s not in my mind (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones

Now everybody,
Reach out this morning, everybody
Hold onto something good, now everybody
Hold to that something till your fingers dry with blood, now everybody,
Bandage your fingers and then reach right out again
Everybody, hold to that something, everybody hold to it now…

It’s not I my hands; It’s not in my head (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones
It’s not in my spirit; It’s not in my mind (no no)
It’s in my belly; it’s in my bones

Down on the boulevard
We always heard the shouting
It never raised a hair
Until the day that it curled our toes
Billy shot Jenny dead her heart stains the byway
Dad I head you whisper…

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from Texarkana, released May 16, 2010

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Coby Carlucci Beverly, Massachusetts

I have been performing in and around New England for 20 years. I describe my sound as Rugged Pop and have been likened to Elvis Costello fronting ZZ Top (or perhaps Nick Lowe fronting Humble Pie). I have three CD’s to my credit (so far!!) the most recent, Dragline, will be available in September. Cheers! CC. ... more

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