Loneliest Man In New York

by Gypsy George & the Open Road Love Affair

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1.
Solitude 01:50
Oh, my Lord! I will pray to unearth a brand new day dream of her by the Bay seek some peace along this fray find the reasons for my lover - Solitude, my Lord, I do pray.
2.
Lake 03:33
Every time I stare and hover in your eyes I wonder where you’re headed sitting on top of this lake and feeling fine. River walks and highway talks within this time we get to know each other covering up our mistakes by doing right. Sitting on top of this lake. Manitowoc has brought us the fate. I don’t want to get up and wait for good-bye. Curving up I feel it’s my day slipping into sideway - glances - what romance is as you’re staring out a window waiting for the rainfall just to hold you from the thunder and the pain. Every time I look a wind drift’s in your sky stepping on the hour sitting on top of this lake and feeling fine. Feeling lucky tucked away behind your smile I never want to leave you pressing up against all the breaks of good-night. Sitting on top of this lake. Manitowoc has brought us the fate. I don’t want to get up and wait for good-bye. Burrowed in my mind and the sun our life has just begun - waltzes and new fables. Set the table on this morning’s hue - the crimson and the hazel - we are able to find each other across these clues. Every time I stare and hover in your eyes I wonder where you’re headed sitting on top of this lake… Everywhere I’m headed I’m head with my soul.
3.
Couplet Gun 03:50
I see the sight and sense the fright and I want to fight to hold you tight and I find a little Marxist red war paint And, I don’t want pray it I don’t want to say it I just want to step in right next to you. I stretch across the highway green and I lean against the traffic gene and I yell in foreign tongues as I drive by the monster of a Pilgrim that bridge that’s known as William the feeling that I get when I’m right next to you. And, sitting on a great green sun the poet shoots a couplet gun and smiles about his rhyming schemes about the one who fills his dreams and, I am here in fantasy all alone in rhyming schemes but, that’s okay the wait is good as I’m falling in love with you I shoot the stars with asphalt bars I creep along a familiar song I find a way to stick my nose in the dirt and I don’t want name it I don’t want to brave it I just want to save it right next to you. I paint the whims of magistrates I blame the world for interest rates I poke a pin inside a bloodless mind and I can’t feel the potion I can’t sense that notion I just want to be the man who’s right next to you. I don’t know why heaven is in the sky. The honky tonks and Christmas bars the aliens who come from Mars I wish upon a dream, I dream of you and I don’t know the logic I don’t know the prophet I just want to slip in right next to you.
4.
Everyday 03:52
Everyday I see that hill, I climb that hill to get the thrill of holding you in my arms again, in my arms again. Every breeze, I feel the breeze, I ride the breeze to get between your intellect to intersect in your arms again. Every night I cradle tight these dreams I'll have of you tonight and wake up every morning in your eyes again. Every night the moon is right to shed a light on us tonight to find us in the morning in our arms again, in your arms again. Every time I slip and slide, I ride the tide and need to cry and find you in the shadows in my arms again. Every way, I sit and pray, and feel the sway these things you say - I feel you in my moment in my arms again. Every night I cradle tight these dreams I'll have of you tonight and wake up every morning in your eyes again. Every night the moon is right to shed a light on us tonight to find us in the morning in our arms again, in your arms again. Searching long and searching far and searching hard I see these stars - in this moment underneath the wind. Having you and holding you and feeling you and needing - in this moment underneath the wind. Every night I cradle tight these dreams I'll have of you tonight and wake up every morning in your eyes again. Every night the moon is right to shed a light on us tonight to find us in the morning in our arms again, in your arms again.
5.
Iowa 03:20
Rolling through these hills of Iowa the sun is close behind. Where I'm headed, where I'm vetted I don't know what's left in my mind. Mark Twain is in a barnyard writing about his life. Huck Finn, where have you been? Is this America or is this sin? Here we go... in Iowa. Crusades across this Heartland perspective never skews. Feel the mist, feel the dew smell the evening as it clues me into this freedom that whispers along these lines. Maybe a highway, maybe a byway my life seems close behind. Here we go... in Iowa. Stepping back at my window as the evening stars turn blue. I begin to feel the cold light shine across this avenue. Rolling through these hills of Iowa the moon is on my side. Where I'm headed you can't find me 'cause I'm hiding in a prairie cloud hovering above the notion that America is lost. But, I have found her in a cornfield along this river with history's dust. Here we go... in Iowa.
6.
Handsome Man 02:39
A wake-up dream of naked schemes it always seemed you were meant for me. But, maybe dreams aren't meant to be, maybe life is just pretend. And, I don't know where to go. Where are you in the snow? I just want to be your handsome man. A call from you late last night it shook my soul, it gave me strife. But, words are words never guaranteed time is time is kerosene. I don't know what's true today what bleeding heart is on it's way. I just want to be your handsome man. Summer was an evening tide. Love was young, we were alive. I traveled these Wisconsin shores for you. Where to now? I don't know. I just need to make the show. I just want to be your handsome man. Is it lost, forever lost? a cradled part of romance dust? I wish I could clear the air wipe the fragrance from thin air. But, what's done is done I can't change that and my feelings state a simple fact... that... I just want to be your handsome man.
7.
I met you in the rain holding umbrella's pain. You were rehearsing a scene somewhere in Shakespeare's dream. And I just wanted to say, "I see as the world, as night and day. As the sun and the moon Neruda's at see, Matilde swoons. Crescent hearts and emerald skies, I don't see the reason for all these lies. Summer dreams in black and white, alone." I led you to my room with melody's broom slated by the proof of affection's truth. And I just wanted to say, "I see as the world, as night and day. As the sun and the moon Neruda's at see, Matilde swoons. Crescent hearts and emerald skies, I don't see the reason for all these lies. Summer dreams in black and white, alone." I tried to explain what was pulsing through my veins. You left me with no choice but to sit back and never rejoice. And I just wanted to say, "I see as the world, as night and day. As the sun and the moon Neruda's at see, Matilde swoons. Crescent hearts and emerald skies, I don't see the reason for all these lies. Summer dreams in black and white, alone."
8.
Sunday night and I'm waiting by the phone waiting desperately for you to call and I don't know why to this, I oblige. I sit and illustrate a song trying not to break the plates and longing for your voice your angelic voice. And the window pane is cold. Winter's story's about to be told. I don't know how to break away, the myth, the legend, everything you say - you are my favorite instrument. West New York is a lonely, frigid town by the rhythm of the intellect but, the view from here isn't very clear. All these conversation nights between my heart and my amnesty, why won't you call? watershed's a-fallin' And the window pane is cold. Winter's story's about to be told. I don't know how to break away, the myth, the legend, everything you say - you are my favorite instrument.
9.
Hey little girl, don’t ya’ weep you’ll soon see that things are sweet and life life ain’t nothing but loss and treats and moonbeams on your door. Hey little girl, I adore your smiling face of evermore and that purple shirt that you just wore ‘cause laundry day is here. On the moon there is an answer a cocoon of a dancer a romance filled with laughter every time we cry. Don’t ya’ know that life is fleeting glowing like a June bug meeting can’t you see my eyes competing for your favorite one. Hey little girl, hold me tight squeeze me close every single night and I’ll let ya’ know what’s really on my mind every time you’re near. Hey little girl, you look cute tonight with your cocktail drink dancing in the light and you make life seem quite all right every time you smile. On the moon there is an answer a cocoon of a dancer a romance filled with laughter every time we cry. Don’t ya’ know that life is fleeting glowing like a June bug meeting can’t you see my eyes competing for your favorite one.
10.
Walking down this avenue looking, searching for a way. Every time I turn around there you are with your lovely face. And, I don't want your sympathy, I just want your love. I'm the loneliest man in New York. Every day I wake up new. Every day I think of you. Every star that shines so bright makes me think of you tonight. And, I don't want your sympathy, I just want your love. I'm the loneliest man in New York. Crying rain begins to fill my eyes. I don't know what's left but cloudy skies. I don't want your sympathy, I just want your love. I'm the loneliest man in New York.
11.
Fall asleep, my dear it is time to say 'good-night.' Today was for loners not daisies or the height of affection in my eyes. When you last said 'good-bye' I was hugging you a sigh. Union Square was the spy who saw us as true love, who saw us as true friends, who saw us in-between lovers and friends. But, you know me well, my letters and my guilt and the quilt that keeps me warm when my dreams begin to swarm with New Haven Green, our walk through the park the night of deep selection and the deepest love we shared. I don't care about stars that fall before the night is young and bend the trigger hand that bars along the rung of lovers in the sand. Fall asleep, my dear, it is time to say 'good-night' and sneak into the sight of me holding you tight like I did before the story and the floor where I cracked your favorite tile on the way to my car. I'm sorry for the scars my human side denied the adoration train that sent me ablaze the first time we met on our best friend's bet. She was right - you know she was - where's the safety in refrain. It's the torture of Winter's chain and we're back again... with... New Haven Green, our walk through the park the night of deep selection and the deepest love we shared. I don't care about stars that fall before the night is young and bend the trigger hand that bars along the rung of lovers in the sand.

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Written, Arranged, Produced, Performed & Engineered by Gypsy George Mihalopoulos.

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released April 25, 2011

Additional Musicians:

Josh Henderson - Violin
Dan Bindschedler - Cello
Bryan 'the Fog' Nebel - Marimba, Clarinet, Cymbals, Triangle, Jaw's Harp, Hand Claps
Jamey 'Brother' Hamm - Vocals
Elise Bernlohr - Vocals

Photograph by Kristina Hill

see ya' on the open road!

- gypsy george.

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Gypsy George & the Open Road Love Affair Brooklyn, New York

Gypsy George & the Open Road Love Affair attempt to take the mood, sounds, air of a random road trip and recreate it though music. Based around multi-instrumentalist Gypsy George and a revolving door of musicians from all different walks of life, the band's motto is, 'if ya played with us once, you're a lifetime member!'

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