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A song I wrote about a shoe shine man working at the airport. My brother Ed did the guitar work and mix. Thanks for listening!
Peace,
Paul
Peace,
Paul
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Lyrics
My grandfather staked me when I was nineteen
Two chairs, with a drawer full of polish between
Amazing how much of the world that I’ve seen
In the eyes that I meet; on the shoes that I clean
A spit-shined young man bound for a hard time
Fear don’t come off ‘matter how hard you shine
They make 'em fly out in full brass and full dress
If he wears ‘em back home, fifty stars on his chest.
Chorus
Monday through Friday at Gate 22
Eight bucks for boots and seven for shoes
I sell first impressions, the smile is free
At the foot of my throne on an old bended knee
She told me her dad was a rich business man
He had her this weekend, she told me her plan
I gave her new laces and then wished her well
When he looks at me, maybe he’ll see himself.
The lights are fluorescent, the speakers are loud
The halls full of people alone in the crowd
They stare at their shoes -- they don’t know their size,
Marching off into the unfriendly skies.
Chorus
They come and they go from morning to night
To fortune to fame at the speed of flight
They twirl on my axis toward skies ever blue
Monday through Friday at Gate 22.
Chorus
On long dusty trails, pay heed to your step
But you can’t spend your whole life watchin’ the ground
As life wears the leather, sometimes it cracks
So stop by to see me, and put your foot down.
©2007 Paul Nicholson
Two chairs, with a drawer full of polish between
Amazing how much of the world that I’ve seen
In the eyes that I meet; on the shoes that I clean
A spit-shined young man bound for a hard time
Fear don’t come off ‘matter how hard you shine
They make 'em fly out in full brass and full dress
If he wears ‘em back home, fifty stars on his chest.
Chorus
Monday through Friday at Gate 22
Eight bucks for boots and seven for shoes
I sell first impressions, the smile is free
At the foot of my throne on an old bended knee
She told me her dad was a rich business man
He had her this weekend, she told me her plan
I gave her new laces and then wished her well
When he looks at me, maybe he’ll see himself.
The lights are fluorescent, the speakers are loud
The halls full of people alone in the crowd
They stare at their shoes -- they don’t know their size,
Marching off into the unfriendly skies.
Chorus
They come and they go from morning to night
To fortune to fame at the speed of flight
They twirl on my axis toward skies ever blue
Monday through Friday at Gate 22.
Chorus
On long dusty trails, pay heed to your step
But you can’t spend your whole life watchin’ the ground
As life wears the leather, sometimes it cracks
So stop by to see me, and put your foot down.
©2007 Paul Nicholson
ajnorth
I really like this, it has a nice feel to it. A simple song. It's a shame the second vocal track near the end was not a harmony but still I like it a lot.