"Coffee House" is a song about the life of the performing acoustic musician.
All Songs Written by Keith Monacchio
Copyright BMI Anchorsongs 2012
Produced by Sean Glonek
Keith Monacchio – Guitar, Vocals
Joe Harvard – Lap Steel
Sean Glonek – Guitar
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The song is a direct des_c_r_i_p_tion of the ups and downs of playing acoustic venues/coffee houses, libraries, I even played under a bank drive thru once. All for little or no money. Maybe, out of sheer stupidity. But, I think it's mostly just because I like to play my songs for people (at least the people who are listening). I've been told by my fellow singer/songwriter friends who play and perform in the coffee house circuit that this is sort of the unofficial theme song, which is very nice of them to say.
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I’ve got this condition
Well, it’s more like an affliction
But, it’s the best part of me
Driven many miles and nearly
Burned up all my tires
My brother calls it charity
I fire up my amp
And strap my ax across my back
Check the mic, testing 1, 2, 3
As the lights go down on me
I step up and say “good evening”
I play for tips, for drinks, for gas money
I once wanted to be well known
Big write up’s in Rolling Stone
My first band we had big dreams
But that dream is standing here
In a coffeehouse somewhere
All these places look the same
People reading fancy magazines
Tapping laptops and drinking lattes
The guy in the front row is wearing headphones
As he’s tunin out on me
I say “hey buddy, can you hear me”
Over the register, the blender, and grinding coffee beans
There is a bookshelf in the corner
All the books are out of order
It goes from x to z to b
Marie she sweeps the floor up
Her t-shirt says south of the border
She passes by and smiles at me
As the hanging bells on the front door ring
I’m a high flyer
And a kamikaze diver
Dropin words and blowing them sky high
To pack it in, well, I refuse
I’m a guy with nothing to lose
I know who I am and from where I came
I’m holding firm to all my choices
I’m blocking out all my doubting voices
I measure success in small degrees
As the lights go up on me
I say “thanks for listening to my stories”
And for the tips, the drinks for free
Be sure, to take care of waitress Marie
I’ll be back here same time next week
There is no place I’d rather be
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