Broken Heart St. and Cryin' Alley (Pre-Production)
Junkies of love, well, you've had too much, leave your souls to die on, "Broken Heart Street and Cryin' Alley."
Performer/Songwriter
Hey everybody! I'm Jerry Flattum, Performer/Songwriter.
The recordings you are listening to are in Pre-Production, a fancier way of saying "demo." I'm currently working on getting up the financing to re-record and master several recordings in preparation for commercial release.
Nothing drives me nuts more than knowing how these tunes will sound with new arrangements and a top notch mix/master. There's alot of color missing from the current recordings, but most of all guitar and backup vocals. Live drums and new keyboard samples will really bring the arrangement to life too.
Two of the songs feature "hired guns" (session players). Tim Thompson did the guitar and mix on "My Little Girl," a Country/Rock ballad. Thompson is a finger style champion and when he let's loose on uptempo rockers he rivals the best pickers I've ever heard.
Stephen Sea knocked out his own arrangement of "Best Place Around" and topped it off with some amazing guitar work.
Virtual instruments and sampling technology will be heavily used in the new recordings.
Once the recordings are finished, with sufficient financing and backing, I'm planning a global tour with a stage show that includes dancers, acting, stage design, lighting and costuming.
Story behind the song
Back alleys filled with broken bottles, cigarette butts, and broken neon signs that read, "Girls."
People screw up, make big mistakes, and they end up in a hell all their own. Trashed out neighborhoods and inner city poverty is a mirror to how we see ourselves, and instead of reaching out for help, we choose instead...to forget.
Lyrics
BROKEN HEART STREET AND CRYIN' ALLEY
Don't need your sympathy,
I don't need to question right and wrong.
Don't need those empty words;
what I had with her, man, it's gone.
Don't need your understanding,
"you been there,
and you know what it's like?"
You ain't me, and I ain't you,
so get that look out of your eye.
Don't need you jivin' me,
cab driver keep on drivin' me to...
BROKEN HEART STREET AND CRYIN' ALLEY.
BROKEN HEART STREET AND CRYIN' ALLEY.
Don't need to hold your hand;
all I want to do is just forget.
There's nothin' you can do,
what's done is done,
it's over, we both quit - that's it.
Don't want to hear about bein' lonely,
"have a drink, it'll cool the heat."
You're all just a bunch of losers,
'neath broken signs, on sleazy streets.
Don't need to know your name,
don't need to play that game on...
BROKEN HEART STREET AND CRYIN' ALLEY.
BROKEN HEART STREET AND CRYIN' ALLEY.
Man, that girl, she sure was good for me.
More than a dream, any man could hope for.
I got lost-caught up in all that greed.
To lose it all, the price,
for wanting more,
wanting more, wanting more.
Broken bottles, cigarette butts, garbage;
and the cops just sit in their car.
Junkies of love, you had too much,
left your soul to die, in some dark bar.
Skip the cheap advice, well,
that ain't what I'm payin' ya for.
It's too late, I'm hurt and tired,
and I don't care, not anymore.
Don't try to talk to me,
hey baby, make love to me on...
BROKEN HEART STREET AND CRYIN' ALLEY.
BROKEN HEART STREET AND CRYIN' ALLEY.
Copr. 2010 Jerry Flattum
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