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As a point of departure for his upcoming LP 'Making Space', Phil Crumar's take on Anita Baker's simmering classic is a nod to a bygone time and place that continues to inform his music today.
lyrics
1st VERSE:
She walked around like it was always Saturday night, long eyelashes seem to be the cause of the bouncy candle light. Her hair pulled back tight, improbable architecture like a Chinese kite. Only a master of calligraphy, could describe the sublime lines of her topography, and when she walked down the street, all the fellas took up cell phone photography.
2nd VERSE:
Like the break of dawn seen through ocean mist, or setting clocks back like a farm lobbyist, it doesn’t take much emphasis to make the gents persist, to scheme on that dream of a midnight tryst. He set his alarm for a quarter past seven, but little did he know he’d have to return from heaven. Dosing off to sleep his mind peeped her physique, the curve of her butt cheek, a deep sleep freek-a-deek. Off with the clothes one, two, three ––that’s about all, she slid off the bra, but guess what he saw; bright flashing lights radio was playing Shalomar Jody Watley singing. “Gonna make this a night to remember” Damn–– roll over hit the snooze bar.
3rd VERSE:
When she shines up all glossy like Chromium, well it can cause environmental pandemonium, then they go and hang her portrait up in the Smithsonian, powerpoint her JPEG at the symposium. Fellas feel the spring heat at the podium, clearing their throat talking ‘bout nobody told ’em when ––the mighty Aphrodite rocking cubic Zirconium, to dispel the myth of beauty that was sold to them. No pink Cadillac She ain’t no Mary K lady, What’s in between her ears just drives me crazy.
I like those natural feelings on the daily, batting those big brown eyes, girl those will save me. Now didn’t you know that’s why I wrote this ballad, truth be told, I'm trying to toss some clothes like a salad.
Phenomenological like a crop circle
Phenomenological like a crop circle
And my only obstacle is that she's unstoppable.
credits
released May 19, 2019
Tony Grasso: guitar lead and texture
Marc Capelle: Flugel horn
Monte Vallier: Mixing and Production
John McBain: Mastering
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