Here’s the inside story …
Behind the Ballad of a Florida Panther.
ROBERT.V.SOBCZAK
Backroom Boiler
Not that I was negotiating deals …
but I was trying to work through a few technical glitches.
Green Album Drops
And not just dropped …
This album is totally – to quote my son – “drip.”
But what’s the story behind the album’s name?
Dream revisited
Wrong Side of a Dream
Words and music by Bobby Angel
Its good to be out, but I aim to get back in. Then she walks across the floor, aināt nothing more than I want than her, Iāll do what it takes to win. My money aināt what it used to be but the men at the table donāt breath ācause they know I got an ace up my sleave.
āMaāam if you donāt mind, I got something to say. You know Iām sort of thinking out loud, but in this crowd my words wonāt come. It didnāt used to be this way.ā
āPromises are made, but harder yet to keep.ā She said it through her lips so sweet I had to repeat it back through my mind
Wrong side of a dream, when you aināt got nothing left. But youāll always be what youāll be, on the day that you left home.
The man whose brought up to want it his way, heāll break you in two with his hand, unless thereās a plan to bring him to his knees. When I give the sign please donāt delay. We donāt need much, weāll make it on the run, ācause there are others who will fill his shoes and we canāt choose who they might be
āDo you believe that love can pass you by?ā āThey say it happens all the time, but donāt you find it sweeter that way?ā āIām never gonna let you down!ā But then she frowned and I wondered why. āYou didnāt think Iād leave it this way?ā Then she just turned away and froze.
Wrong side of a dream, when you aināt got nothing left. Youāll always be what youāll be, on the day that you left home.
What was it she said stuck to the back of my mind. I couldnāt tell what she meant so I went forward anyway, and threw my cards down to the ground. The wall is written with what we donāt quite believe. I winged it all on a prayer and then I just sat and stared and cried.
Do you remember how we once saw the world? It passed us by in a blur canāt even be sure that it was even there. Or when we die we go there instead. You donāt know nothing ātil itās all passed away. I couldnāt change if I tried so Iāve learned to lie to give it sense.
Wrong side of a dream, when you aināt got nothing left. Youāll always be what youāll be, on the day that you left home.
My small town
Downtown in Tivoli
Words and music by Bobby Angel
Valerieās in the store, sheās sweeping up the kitchen. Honey stays at home, if he aināt biting then heās itching. Everybodyās doing whatever theyāve done before, balancing the books, evening the score. Stewartās out back, heās splitting wood for the winter. All heās got is bare hands, he aināt worried about no splinter. Somebody somewhere is reading his words, dividing by time and multiplying in thirds.
Way downtown in Tivoli, you can almost see the Hudson. The zebra mussels came and cleaned the river, so you can stop all your fussinā.
And go to Pongo, itās a place that tends to be in between. It crunches like the apple but it tastes like the bean.
Wendolyn in her shop, sheās spinning around a kettle. Bill went off to Frisco, he had to go and prove his mettle. Nobodyās doing anything different today, standing in line, waiting for their pay. Annieās checking out the water bill that sheāll be paying. The new republican got in, but the old guyās still hanginā. Few words are spoken, thereās even less being said. Dinner pales are being eaten and dry mouths are getting wet.
Downstream of Tivoli, by train along the Hudson, thereās a city of ten million but up here you can hear the leaves rustlinā.
And go to Pongo, itās a place that youāll always find something for your stomach and something for your mind.
Buzz pulled in from out of town the other night. Heās got a bit of a dry cough I hope heās feeling alright. Everybody keeps saying the same old think, take two of these and see what tomorrow brings. Julie left a note and sheās heading for the door. The old guyās been good but sheās looking for something more. Many are trying but most are refused. Love letters reread. Soon she must choose.
Down there is Tivoli, āCan you see it in the valley?ā Letās hike off of this tower and get some food and beers in our bellies.
