Andras Jones
&
Ira Marlowe
From ANDRAS JONES: IRA MARLOWE is a truly great songwriter and the owner and proprietor of one of those very special venues (The Monkey House in Berkeley, California) that can honestly be described as a labor of love. I’ve known Ira for decades and being so much better than most songwriters hasn’t made life easier for him. I’ve watched boring atonal hacks and attractive young amateurs rocket to stardom from the Bay Area while Ira has simply continued to create great works and support the creations of others in relative obscurity. All that changes now. Of course, I don’t know exactly when “now” is for you who are reading this but whenever you are, now is the time to get to know Ira and his music and his friends as we engage The Pop Oracle for 8 musical divinations from The Monkey House.
And while we’re on the topic of obscure things you should know about, check out today’s song of the day. It’s by a tribute band I was part of with SCOTT TAYLOR of the band THE HARD WAY in which we covered the songs co-written by Paul McCartney and Elvis Costello. I played Costello and Scott played McCartney. On this demo we work our way through the unreleased gem “25 Fingers”.
POP ORACLE Song of The Day (January 25, 2019): MY BRAVE FACE “25 Fingers”
THE WISH
My fairy godmother
Is a different girl
Black shirt, white tie, velvet gloves
Graying curls
She smokes those long, dark cigarettes
That burn like tar and licorice
Stands by the beggerman’s fountain
Drops a coin, says, “Make a wish
Make a wish, kid
Make a wish, kid”
Dream
Just for a day
Take me alive
Take me away
This isn’t the first time
She’s called out my name
But I lost my nerve and she faded away
Like a dying flame
And now she’s come from years away
Where I left my dreams behind
She says, “Baby, there’s an easy way
And you ain’t got much time
Make a wish, kid
Make a wish, kid
Then you’re mine.”
Refrain
I asked, “What’s the difference–
A wish or a prayer?
I’ve searched high and low, but I stopped long ago
Now I no longer care
But sometimes on the darkest nights
I still see my lover’s eyes
Now I wish to be free from that pitiful dream
That touches me sometimes…”
My fairy godmother
She made no reply
Then finally she spoke as I stood in the smoke
Of her flickering eyes
“If you’re prepared to walk this earth
Without the smallest dream
Ain’t nothin’ hell could show you
You ain’t already seen
Make a wish, kid
Make a wish, kid
This ones on me.”
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