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Atlantic City
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A collab with Jordan Michael Peterson, a great pop tune in a Billy Joel vein. It's available on Jordan's new CD, 'Reflections' available at his website (jordanpeterson.net)
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Z. Mulls/J. Peterson
2006
Reflections
Wed May 30, 2007
Pop : Pop Rock
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» highest in charts:   # 655   (126,834 songs currently listed in Pop)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 130   (23,451 songs currently listed in Pop > Pop Rock)
About the song
This was an explicit stab at writing a "Billy Joel" style lyric. It was inspired by the Miss America pageant announcing it would move to either Nashville or Las Vegas.

I offered it to a young composer named Jordan Michael Peterson, who is a whiz on the keyboard and has a great musical sense, and he ran with it.

The "Under the Boardwalk" lyric was in there as a tip of the hat to the nostalgic song, and Jordan was able to incorporate it musically as well. The "over the sands" line has a double meaning as well, referring to one of the original casinos in AC.

This song is now available on Jordan's new CD, "Reflections" You can but it here on Soundclick or at his website
Lyrics

There�s an old Jewish guy closing his shop
The one just a block from the pier
He's tired of everyone calling him �Pop�
His wife passed away just last year
He breathes out some steam on the real estate sign
The one that thank goodness says �Sold�
He thinks Sarasota will suit him just fine
And he tightens his coat in the cold

(chorus)
And a cold wind blows
In Atlantic City
Over the ocean
Across the sands
Everyone knows
In Atlantic City
The shifting emotion
Of losing hands

The young man moves up to deliver room service
With packets of blow and of weed
Keeps his head down, he always gets nervous
But he gets what the high rollers need
And he goes past the boardwalk, where nobody browses
Sees people who don�t come to play
The people who live near the boarded-up houses
With no chance of moving away

(chorus)

Under the Boardwalk it�s not what it was
It�s no place for love anymore
The splash of the waves is drowned out by the buzz
That you hear indoor
On the casino floor


Ask and you might find an interesting story
On the buses that always come through
This woman here was almost Miss Missouri
In the pageant in seventy-two
Miss America has now left the building
Off to the south or the west
Take down the neon and peel back the gilding
And try not to get too depressed

(chorus)