Fifty cents a classic. A quarter if it's soft
On streets I’ve walked so long, I’ve no excuse for feeling lost
A new world is upon us
I only call it brave ‘cause courage is involved with facing every day
In the shadow of the spotlight this singer knows
Like a melody his blood flows through the changes of his life
If he’ll stop and listen he'll feel all he can't find
All that he can’t find
A lack of limitations can leave you so very little choice
When you’re between that rock and that hard place it's so hard to find your voice
His medium? He works in hunger
The crowd? Papered. Thin
Since he choose to speak yet keep his shirt on he’s had to prop his chin
In the shadow of the spotlight this singer knows
Like a snare drum does his heart beat out the rhythms of his life
If he fails to follow he'll end up out of time
Out of time and out of place
Without a rhyme. Without a face
All this world's a stage
We're merely players
I'm just a player
How I love to play
I just want to play
Fifty cents a classic. A quarter loosely bound
From strings that shed a sermon falls a harmony to ground
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The MUSICIANS
Albino Guimaraes Vocals & Guitars
Joe Boyle Electric Guitars
Bill Holloman Flute
Joe O’Brien Bass Guitar
Jon Peckman Drums & Percussion
Sophie Guimaraes Vocals
Behind The Song...
Fifty Cents A Classic
I use to collect old books and it would always amazed me when I would stumble on an early edition of a great novel, full of guidance and clues, all for 50 cents, cash and carry. Having the knowledge in hand and translating it into action are two very different things.
This song is very personal. One closest to bone and heart.