Michael, you with the erudite irony of then and now. Punky, white and thoughtful. Always nice ta see ya face for the first time.
Have I played this song before? Let's do it again.
But before we do we have to, after all these years, establish the Kangaroo Karaoke club.
I've got two venues for now. The club travels but the tow I have in mind for now are in Melbourne. Spotted Mallard and Noise Bar in Brunswick.
I'll do this at Mallard. (They've got a new PA.) It's Sunday night. Later than they usually close. The usual jazz band is gone. Maybe the bass remains. Stringy textured guitar? Delaney. He slows his brisker than Django but he is so clean. Alto sax? Got one. More horns, all delicate. Kit but demure. Can play.
Might seem kinda wasted but aren't we all?
Cool jazz all over. Tux tidy (yesterday). Nina Simone would bake this band for understatement but she aint here. West Coast. LA. Maybe one NYer. No backing vocals. Jazz guitars. Horns and brass. This is a jazz song. Mellow.
There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Brandy, you're a fine girl" Sax - (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" Sax - (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsYnBI2nvHI[/youtube]
Kangaroo Karaoke club. Can happen.
Have I played this song before? Let's do it again.
But before we do we have to, after all these years, establish the Kangaroo Karaoke club.
I've got two venues for now. The club travels but the tow I have in mind for now are in Melbourne. Spotted Mallard and Noise Bar in Brunswick.
I'll do this at Mallard. (They've got a new PA.) It's Sunday night. Later than they usually close. The usual jazz band is gone. Maybe the bass remains. Stringy textured guitar? Delaney. He slows his brisker than Django but he is so clean. Alto sax? Got one. More horns, all delicate. Kit but demure. Can play.
Might seem kinda wasted but aren't we all?
Cool jazz all over. Tux tidy (yesterday). Nina Simone would bake this band for understatement but she aint here. West Coast. LA. Maybe one NYer. No backing vocals. Jazz guitars. Horns and brass. This is a jazz song. Mellow.
There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home
The sailor said " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say " Brandy, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
Sax - (dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
"Brandy, you're a fine girl" Sax - (you're a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" Sax - (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"
[youtube=560,315]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsYnBI2nvHI[/youtube]
Kangaroo Karaoke club. Can happen.