New York in Spring

by Jeremy Bass

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released June 9, 2015

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Jeremy Bass is a guitarist, multi-instrumentalist and singer-songwriter. Originally trained in classical and flamenco guitar, he now focuses on roots-inspired rock 'n' roll and acoustic instrumental music. He is the Musical Director for the OBIE award-winning Secret City and an award-winning poet and critic. ... more

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Track Name: Style
This is the season of the skirt and the wedding ring
Fashion model on the runway with the next new thing
People stop and they stare, and it’s not just her hair
She’s got on a dress that no one else could wear
They call that style…

Now take a walk by the river and the sunset fire
Brooklyn Bridge a tapestry aloft on wire
You could say it’s just a way to get from here across the bay
But the walking there sure feels so fine and gay
It’s got style…

When the years pass by we will stop and sigh
For the girl in the blue and her stiletto shoes
And the bridge lifted high into next century’s sky
They had style…

It’s 1913 now they’re putting up the Woolworth tower
Slender arches and filigree as white as flour
No its grandeur won’t last, it’ll soon be overpassed
But tonight it glows like something right and blessed
It’s got style…

And on the TV there’s Sinatra and there’s Fred Astaire
You can almost tell the year just by the clothes they wear
But there’s something in the way they strike a pose or what they say
That is far beyond a year or just a day
Man they’ve got style…

When the years have passed what of all this will last?
There’s no way to know what only the years will show
And there’s no master plan, you just do it the best you can
Do do do do do do do do do, do it in your style
Do it in your style…
Track Name: Firefly
I don’t know where a stillness comes from
Or where it goes when you leave
I saw a slow firelight flashing through the woods
And when I turned I grasped a darkness thick with leaves

Circle near, and now you’re passing
But your silence speaks more than you hoped to say
How soon I realized what was firelight flashing
Was just a distant star a thousand miles away

You can leave my little starling
You can leave if you wanted to
Leave and constellated flicker of your going
Will pull me into orbit circling you

Here it is, the stuff we’re made of
Bones and dreams and midnight whisperings
And curling midst this humid summer air
Your love’s unspoken but the touch is lingering

You can leave my little starling
You can leave if you needed to
Leave and constellated flicker of your going
Will pull me into orbit circling you

I don’t know where an evening comes from
Or where we’ll be when it leaves
Just one more kiss the fire returns to sparks it came from
Before the darkness has its ultimate reprieve

Just one kiss before you’re going
Just one kiss and then we’re through
One kiss and constellated flicker of your glowing
Will pull me into orbit circling you
Pull me into orbit circling you
Track Name: Work
Look out the window at the morning sun
Week is over, day’s begun
Some like the farmer to his plow are still working

In the city children play
Men in suits on Saturday
Women too, all going away, he they’re working

Here I sit in my usual place
Winter sun just touched my face
Though I’ll be sitting here all day, hey I’m working

Even if things change
Still they stay the same
The clock that makes our sun and rain is ever turning

You can take a vacation, it’ll be nice
Go out to a party once or twice
Get away for the weekend, where will you go?
Somewhere nice, somewhere sweet
Better make it close cause come the week
You’ll be back to work, work, work work work work work work
Work, work, work work work

But now it’s lunch, time for a break
Workers pause at the work they make
Some like the farmer to his plow are still working

Some have no time for things today
Busy work of the world at play
A man tries to make his lover stay, hey they’re working

I’ve barely moved half an inch
But my mind’s been roaming continents
How ‘bout you out in your stint, are you working?

Even if things change
Still they stay the same
The clock that makes our joy and pain is ever turning

You can take a vacation, it’ll be nice
Go out to a party once or twice
Get away for the weekend, where will you go?
Somewhere nice, somewhere sweet
Better make it close cause come the week
You’ll be back to work, work, work work work work work work
Work, work, work work work

Evening bells ringing over the town
Children laying their studies down
Whether it’s dinner or a dream, their minds are working

Like everything that’s on the earth
Curtains down or fresh at birth
Strain for joy, strain for mirth, the joy is working

And meanwhile back behind the plow
He’s sown a field or two somehow
The grateful sweat pours from his brow as he’s working

Even if things change
Still they stay the same
The clock that makes our sun and rain is ever turning

You can take a vacation, it’ll be nice
Go out to a party once or twice
Get away for the weekend, where will you go?
Somewhere nice, somewhere sweet
Somewhere hot, sitting on a beach
Better make it close cause come the week
You’ll be back to work, work, work work work work work work
Work, work, work work work
Track Name: Prayer
Be not so frightened
Be not afraid
The dark will be brightened
The load will be lightened
The storm will be stayed

If some strength still flows in you
If these words can still ring true
Heed these glad tidings
Our hope’s still arriving
Be not afraid

Be not so careful
Be not so dismayed
The clothes that we wear
The highlights in our hair
Will all fall out and fade

And these things we think are true
Will evaporate into the blue
Let there be no hiding
Hope’s still arriving
Be not afraid

There are roads that lead us onward
There are roads on which we’re flung
There are roads leading us onward
Far past where we started from

So be not so selfish
Unconscious, unkind
Or any of these things
We all bring on ourselves
Most of the time

Seek not the power to make clear
Just the power to simply appear
And accept the wealth
To be only yourself
In this moment in time


Be not so frightened
Be not afraid
If some strength still flows in you
If these words can still ring true
Heed these glad tidings
Our hope’s still arriving
Heed these glad tidings
Hope’s still arriving
Be not afraid
Track Name: New York in Spring
From a window, sound of strings
Up streets an echo, lovebirds in a fling
Who knows what lies beyond that door down to the street?
Or what the day might have in store, oh there’s possibilities
It’s New York in spring…

There’s easy music, birds in the trees
The blossoms blooming, careless and free
And when the evening comes the shadows are cool as stone
There are a million ways to make a secret city all your own
And what will it bring?
New York in spring…

I had a lover once who said she couldn’t follow me here
Oh the people are much too rude, and the cost of living’s much much too dear
Maybe she was hiding something she didn’t really wanna hide
But how could you not ever have lived here and ever said you’d truly been alive
In New York in Spring…

La di dee dah, di dee dah, di dee dee dah dah
La di dee dah, di dee dah, di dee dee dah dah
La di dee dah, di dee dah, di dee dee dah dah
La di dee dah, di dee dah, di dee dah , di dee dee dah dah

Walk through the park, babies running around
When it gets dark you head downtown
Maybe sit out in a quiet café with the starlight to read
Or in your own place windows open wide, so you can feel the gentle breeze
Of New York in Spring…

I had a friend once who said that he was going away
In a boat south of France, or a bay down in Mexico way
Ah, maybe we was shot with something he didn’t know how to grieve
But I know it gets hot, but honestly people would you ever wanna leave
New York in Spring…

Come the summer, they pack and leave
Come the winter, hole up and freeze
But if there’s a place like this elsewhere, I don’t wanna know
From Inwood Park to Washington Square, you know this city is my home
And it’s in spring…
New York in Spring…


La di dee dah, di dee dah, di dee dee dah dah
La di dee dah, di dee dah, di dee dee dah dah
La di dee dah, di dee dah, di dee dee dah dah
La di dee dah…