HISTORIES
Masorti, known for his authentic, unique, and evocative writing style, seamlessly creates images and storylines that are interesting, thought-provoking, and often laced with raw emotion, laying bare a troubled journey. Enjoy Histories Part I and Part II as they offer a unique insight into his musical journey. Dive deep into Masorti’s captivating exploration of his musical storytelling.
LISTEN TO “LOST AT SEA”
MY DREAMS ARE ALIVE BUT THE CITY SEEMS DEAD AND THERE ARE TOO MANY LIES FOR WHAT LIES AHEAD
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WE’RE ONLY GIVEN ONE LIFE TO LIVE SO I AIM TO TAKE WHAT THE CITY WILL GIVE
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MY DREAMS ARE ALIVE BUT THE CITY SEEMS DEAD AND THERE ARE TOO MANY LIES FOR WHAT LIES AHEAD 〰️ WE’RE ONLY GIVEN ONE LIFE TO LIVE SO I AIM TO TAKE WHAT THE CITY WILL GIVE 〰️
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Lyrics
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In the concrete jungle,
You’ve gotta learn fast
How to hurdle the homeless
And scatter the rats
You’ve gotta navigate through
The subway trash
And if you want to be heard
You gotta scream it in cash
What the city will give
My dreams are alive
But the city seems dead
And there are too many lies
For what lies ahead
We’re only given
One life to live
So I aim to take
What the city will give
What the city will give
The sunrise is grit
To welcome the grind
Another day forward
But I’m falling behind
You can always make money
But you can’t make time
You go into the streets
And put your life on the line
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Looking for Jimmy Hoffa
Don’t know where he went
Have you seen Jimmy Hoffa Meadowland Cement
Did he go to LA
Or to Detroit
Was he sent
Can’t find Jimmy Hoffa
He’s in the Meadowland Cement
Did he have too much to say
Did he have too many loans to repay
When I saw Jimmy Hoffa, he was standing at the corner of Broadway and Tenth
If you see Jimmy Hoffa
He’s in the Meadowland Cement
Is he in the end zone
Or a parking space for rent
The restroom or concession
He’s in the Meadowland Cement
Did he have too much to say
Did he have too many loans to repay
Now what did you say, Jimmy
They can’t find Jimmy Hoffa
You know the twisted trail is bent
Now I wouldn’t bet my pension
He’s in the Meadowland Cement
He’s in the Meadowland Cement
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I'm walking down a dirty, dusty farm road
The summer swelter doesn't lighten my load
My arms are full
My burden is clear
I'm searching for hope
The vines, weeds, and shrubs overgrown
A solitary shack with a family of crows
It's time to rest
I'll do my best to make it a home
I hang my hat and clear the land to find the water that flows
Bought the seeds to plant the dream
I spent all I owned to find these fields
These fertile fields are lousy with stones
I broke my back
I lost my mind
I left another year behind
Growing older put a shoulder to the colder times
And I'm still here
I have not gone away
I'll be fine
And I'm still here
I have not gone away
Another year
I did not go away
I'll be fine
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You wouldn't want to have to walk a mile in my shoes
And I don't have another smile left to lose
I've learned that all the while I was being used
So pour a little more of that salt into my wounds
At times I feel a million miles away
At times I wish I were a million miles away
It's a bitter root that a madman likes to chew
And it's a bitter pill to swallow leaving you
Between desperation and despair I had to choose
While I was swimming through the torrents of abuse
At times I feel a million miles away
At times I wish I were a million miles away
And it's strange to feel lucky when you lose
But the facts and the fictions came to be confused
Now all of my colors are bleeding into the blues
You read my paper but you didn't get the news
At times I feel a million miles away
At times I wish I were a million miles away
And now I've gone a million miles away
A sane man couldn't stay sane if he stayed
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I’ve known you for a very long time
And I’m not sure you’re a friend of mine
And then the razor blades
They cut the fine line
My suitcase is full
Crystal dynamite
No now no now no now no now
You can take me to a place that you never knew
You can take me there and take me back again
Why don’t you cuff my hands before you throw me in
And you can send red roses to my next of kin
No now no now no now no now
Fix me firmly
Keep me in your sight
Push me to the edge, then hold me tight
You can do me wrong
Before you do me right
Let’s pull through crazy in the fading light
I gotta turn it all around
I gotta turn it all around
I gotta turn myself around
No now no now no now no now
You can find me hiding in the underground
Shoot me up some loving
C’mon down
You can turn me over
When it’s time to turn around
It’s a real good real good feeling
When it’s cheaper by the pound
Buy it by the pound
No now no now no now no now
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Our new ideas are a bad disease
Make arrangements to remove them please
I’ll try to figure but my mind’s not clear
It’s not required if you bought it here
A gentle vision in a subtle breeze
Bad decisions pay restocking fees
I’m living on an island lost at sea
Living on an island lost at sea
The old religion put us on our knees
My next-door neighbor sued the diocese
Just pull the trigger, watch the bullets fly
We aim to kill them but we don’t know why
I watch the horror on my new TV
The ratings soar, catastrophe
I’m living on an island lost at sea
Living in a country lost at sea
Our climate’s changing as the poles unfreeze
We’ll have to build some bigger SUVs
At least his plane flew over New Orleans
While Brownie crouches on the putting greens
They said no child would be left behind
Denying healthcare to them seems unkind
Who’d waste a young mind to save a dime?
Who’s paying the interest on borrowed time
Our new ideas are a bad disease
Make arrangements to remove them please
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Tell me brother what’s the matter?
Sullen faces no more laughter
Tell me sister what’s the answer?
Shadows hide a silent dancer
Tell me father who should I turn to?
Always close the door behind you
Tell me mother what should I pray for?
9 long lives and no hard labor
I never met the girl
I never held the gun
Why would they convict me?
For things I’d never done
Tell me warden what should I order?
Never had a final supper
Tell me children how is the weather?
Daddy’s leaving some place better
Tell me jail mate where is the justice?
We’re both black so they don’t count us
Tell me lawyer when can I call you?
10 days left there’s not much time to
I never met the girl
I never held the gun
Why would they convict me?
For things I’d never done
Tell me Sheriff what will you witness?
Final moment some resistance
Tell me tailor how does the suit fit?
Not to bad we will reuse it
Tell me doctor after they kill me
Will the prison try to bill me?
Tell me Jesus how can I love you?
Set me free from those above you
I never met the girl
I never held the gun
Why would they convict me?
For things I’d never done
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Sultans of Swing Lyrics - Dire Straits
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river, you stop, and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double-four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well, now you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah, but the horns, they're blowing that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out guitar George
He knows all the chords
Mind, it's strictly rhythm
He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing
Yeah
And a crowd of young boys
They're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies
And their platform soles
They don't give a damn
About any trumpet-playing band
It ain't what they call "Rock and Roll"
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last, just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans—
We are the Sultans of Swing"
ABOUT MASORTI
Above all else Masorti is a storyteller, each song weaving and revealing a sliver of life from the perspective of the experienced.
Late into the scene, Masorti spent 27 years as a criminal defense attorney trying criminal cases in the valleys and shadows of Central Appalachia. It was in 2005 and while immersed in that experience that Masorti began playing the guitar and writing songs.
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