This is the third song from a concept album inspired by an incident on South Street in Philadelphia, PA. A drunk, Christopher, got into a fight outside of the Copa Banana. In the process, he smashed the doors of my car.
Written and recorded live in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
LYRICS
Please be polite, knock first
Please knock first
Please knock before entering
Have you seen worse
You’d think we’d have learned
Please knock first
No matter the desire to quench your thirst
If there’s one thing I abhor, it’s the door whore
Abhor the door whore
It’s horrid. It’s horrible.
It’s the door whore.
Don’t you know it’s polite to knock first
Knock first
I must suggest… I’ve been avoiding the rest?
If there’s one thing I abhor, it’s the door whore
Abhor the door whore
Try to get a handle on the handle
Don’t make your head throb over the knob
Twist. Turn.
Please
But, please show some courtesy
Don’t you know it’s polite to knock first
No matter the need to quench your thirst
Knock first. Knock first.
If you, want to…
Do the polite thing to do
Knock first.
Look at
The door mat
You’ll see it says, “Welcome!”
Just look at that
Look at
The door mat
You’re welcome to come in
You’re welcome
In
Notice the other sign I share
“Beware Of The Dog”
Notice the other sign I share
“Beware Of The God”
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — Capo 3
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This is the first song of a concept album inspired by an incident on South Street in Philadelphia, PA. A drunk, Christopher, got into a fight outside of the Copa Banana. In the process, he smashed the doors of my car.
Written and recorded live in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
Saw a reflection of a wizard
Looking up at me
Wondering how long
Our history would be
Just for fun
He thought he’d question me
“Can you tell how long
Our history will be?”
I looked into the sky
… with a sigh
“Can you tell me, Creator,
How long we will be?”
She said,
“Son, you see there’s something troubling me…
Creation termination is how it’s gonna be?”
I said,
“You’re right. Thanks for showing me the light.”
Yum, yum, yum we love eatin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love slurpin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love suckin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love throwin’ up dumb
Song Writing and Recording on the Brandywine River
LYRICS
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
Livin’ so peacefully
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
A merry old soul was he
Smokin’ his pipe and listening to his fiddlers three
Chorus
A merry old soul
A merry old soul
A merry old soul was he
Andrew Wyeth’s Brandywine bank
Makes for perfect scenery
Andrew Wyeth on Brandywine’s bank
Livin’ so peacefully
With his paints and artistry
… he’d capture history
Chorus
The indigenous Lenape
Living in Lenape
The indigenous Lenape
Livin’ so peacefully
Smokin’ peace pipes in a teepee
Dancin’ to drummers
Dancin’ to drummers
Dancin’ to drummers merrily
Written in Ambler, PA and recorded at Fort Washington State Park in Ft. Washington, Montgomery County, PA. The live version was recorded by Jon at the Jon Sherling Studios in Mount Laural, NJ.
The inspiration came as I sat on a bench in Ambler, PA trying to think of a song to play on stage that night. When I started writing the music on an acoustic guitar, I look up and saw a face smiling back at me. This made me smile. So, I continued with the inspiration knowing the smiling faces would make me smile that night. Then, I stopped to write down some lyrics, and I heard a little voice behind me yell, “More! More! More!” It was a little girl maybe 2-3 years old. She continued chanting until I started playing again. May music bring a smile to our faces.
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
Black Dress Jess — Percussion (live in NJ)
Janet Nydick — Percussion (live in NJ)
LYRICS
The politicians are robbing the bank
And who do we have left to thank
The world economy is in the tank
As the hopes of children fell in… they sank
That’s the way it goes
If you’re not on your toes
That’s the way it can go
When you’re not in the know
I the name of God they strike and kill
Try and swallow that bitter, bitter pill
In the name of greed we lose freewill
Just a matter of time until… until
