On the evening when I have just learnt The Felice Brothers
gig tomorrow night has just been postponed until March and I was going. Ian
Felice hospitalised with shingles in Berlin, I offer this concluding track of
their second and eponymously called The Felice Brothers.
It’s a list and but a simple and mesmerising one, the rhythm
like the Unthanks before is driven along by someone tapping their feet. The
song slowly builds, thirteen verses in all, an example....
Tip the corner bum everyday
Tip the New York whore in the sleigh
Tip the carousel girl, tip the monkey in curls
Tip your way into heaven's gate.
Tip the New York whore in the sleigh
Tip the carousel girl, tip the monkey in curls
Tip your way into heaven's gate.
And then picking up pace to a rousing finish...
Tip your own true love in the rain
Leave her there where the saxophone's play
Boy you're young as can be, you got country to see
Your a long ways from heaven's gate.
Leave her there where the saxophone's play
Boy you're young as can be, you got country to see
Your a long ways from heaven's gate.
Probably not the most well known, and the three times I have
had the pleasure of seeing them live, not performed live, but like most of the
songs on the cd, a tune you can hum/whistle/sing along too.
This should be a must have album, don’t pass it by because
you have never heard them.
Again wonderful
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