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Springtime in February
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a warm, sunny day hits Cambridge, MA in the middle of February!
banter dan sheehan boston
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BANTER is a band which combines modern and classic rock sounds in most refreshing ways.
Banter rocked the clubs and airwaves of the Northeast United States from 1996-2004 with a catalog of songs infusing everything from folk and punk and Arabian drones into a unique brand of rock that defies classification (OK, fine, call them alt rock if you must). Their lyrics range from musical paintings of places that have affected their lives (and ours), as found in songs like "The Fort," "Springtime in February" and "Three Weeks," to themes of angst and paranoia as tackled in "Lowered" and "Farewell." Their CDs, which include the highly acclaimed EP and their full-length album , brought the group international attention with reviews in places as remote as Bryansk, Russia and chart success in France. BANTER has performed throughout the Northeast United States from New York to New Hampshire and has championed the New England media from magazines to TV.
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Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
Peak #440
Peak in subgenre #112
Author
Dan Sheehan, Jeff G
Rights
2002 Daniel Sheehan
Uploaded
November 21, 2002
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:34
Story behind the song
In the middle of February one year in Boston there was a 70 degree day which had all the characters of Dan's nieghborhood in Central Square, Cambridge prancing around in full bloom!
Lyrics
Springtime in February on the avenue Strange person recognize me "Hello, how do you do?" Transistor radio plays "Rock-Rockaway Beach" Dog-walking, female-stalking sucker on a leash And you know that I'll be found In the cafe underground The one where everybody talks But no one ever makes a sound Soul sister honey-lovechild girlfriend walk my way Tongue-twister talking hepcat what's your line today? Suburban teenage punk in metal-studded face Corner-hanging toughboy come and put me in my place And you know that I'll be found In the cafe underground The one where everybody talks But no one ever makes a sound Street busking brass band stop my wandering for a while Make me forget that I'm some poser in denial Trashcan-drumming hobo won't you please lend them a hand? Flyer-posting guitar player looking for a band And you know that I'll be found In the cafe underground The one where everybody talks But no one ever makes a sound
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