Growing up in New England was the best! I have lived in Kansas City for 11 years and it has been ages since I went home. I lived just blocks from the ocean in a town called Beverly just 8 miles south of Gloucester which has a major fishing industry. I spent many weekends driving up the coast to Gloucester and points north. It's literally like a postcard and I wanted to put that postcard into a song. I hope this song gives a visual of what its like in New England at winter.
This is a live run with MANY mistakes. Please forgive the dingers on the guitar, when I get inspired for the words I need to record them in a hurry so as not to forget the the melody and embellishments. So maybe one of these days this song will really be produced,,,until then...its just another ugly baby ;-) Click "read More" for the lyrics
The main pavilion's frozen
The sidewalks all covered in snow
Made dirty by the people that come and go
living lives they wished were different
passing by with no commitment
The harbor in this sleepy town
resonates with familiar sounds
as the heartbeat of the northern coast
calls the fisherman to board their boats
and a bittersweet dawn lights the frozen ground
for the people in this place called harbor town
Well at least we got the seasons
Cept the winters here can get as cold as hell
and the jobs ran so far back I can't tell
But I'd never leave for nothing
cause at least our history's something
The salt air in this frozen town
drapes the people like a royal gown
and life plays out another day
as the jetty breaks the crashing waves
and the sea just keeps on soaking hallowed ground
for the people in this place called harbor town
The harbor master
can't come faster
Cause he's in a no wake zone
Let the lighthouse lead you home
Though his light is growing dim
and thru your gray sky
don't you ask why
keep fishing for the truth
when there's nothing you can do
Just let the fog roll in
The main pavilions frozen
Ice hangs from gables facing east
like an artist mother nature paints the streets
She's been working hard for centuries
But on the boulevard there's new dreams
The sun sets on this vital town
and cold winter puts the hammer down
as the night embraces frozen pine
like it has before a million times
and colonials cook the supper that they found
from the sea that pounds the coast in Harbor Town
In Harbor Town
Harbor Town
Sounds like Bon Jovi
VileRiley 3 years ago
Man If I could count how many times I sang a Bon Jovi song in bars. I toured for 11 years and much of it was in cover bands. I take that as a compliment. Thanks!
skyhost 3 years ago