Richard Swift

Tuesday 06 March, 2012 at 7:59 am

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

Play

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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