Timing is everything. Richard Swift released The Novelist in 2004. A few decades earlier it would have been hard to ignore such a beautiful song, but these times are long gone. The music industry’s focus has shifted from good songwriting to good marketing and songs like The Novelist simply don’t have a fighting chance against the well-oiled machine that keeps pumping out superficial hits for the masses. That’s why only a handful of people know about this song and it’s a real shame. They don’t make them like this anymore:
The Novelist
Lyrics
I am New York
Tired and weak
I try to write a book
Each time I speak
Mother and me
Sister and I
Sunday afternoons
To bleed me dry
Listen to Dylan
Shut the door
Nobody cares anymore
Trying so hard to craft a rhyme
With nickels and dimes
I am New York
Ten stories tall
Pull me from my pen
Before I fall
Listen to Dylan
Shut the door
Nobody cares anymore
Trying so hard to craft a rhyme
With nickels and dimes
Maybe mother
She was right
Love is a waste
It’s a pill
Everyone taste
In your mouth
I am New York
Tired and weak
I try to write a book
Each time I speak
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