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The End Of the DayCopyright © 2004 Ken Ficara
Ken Ficara: Vocals, guitar, harmonicas
Produced and engineered
by Ken Ficara
Recorded at home
Do you remember the Lone Star, that big iguana looking down
All the hippies at Wetlands with the Volkswagen bus in the lounge
All those years of music, times we'll never forget
Someone made a better offer and that was the end of that
Yeah you play good music, ask me if I care
I got some money to make and I want you out of there
When it came down to the Bottom Line it was all about real estate
You won't be sittin at those tables no more with your knees in your face
Sing a blues for the Abilene, Manny's and Chicago B.L.U.E.S.
And old Dan Lynch how we miss ya, down on Second Avenue
At the end of the day, the landlords all say
I'm losing all my money, I gotta close this old place down
But at the end of the day it's just night
We're losing what makes this town bright
When the music's gone the real estate won't make as sweet a sound
You can't dance, you can't smoke, what are these laws good for?
We're building a city of fast food and giant chain drugstores
Live music is dying but the muzak is going strong
This town will be one big mall before too long
But head out to Williamsburg, to Dumbo and Red Hook
Used to be abandoned buildings, now the music's starting to cook
And the rent's going up, old people moving away
Someone oughta open up a Starbuck's, I bet they could make it pay
Yes we play good music, and you're goddamned right we care
But the landlord's closed us down, so I'm sorry but we're outta here