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.

  • “Lost at Sea” marks a pivotal chapter in Masorti’s ever-evolving musical odyssey. Each track within this collection stands as a testament to his unyielding passion and unwavering dedication to his craft.

    Divine Magazine

  • "Lost At Sea" is a melodious voyage through the depths of human emotion, a captivating exploration of the human experience, and a mesmerizing journey into the world of “New Alt.”

    Divine Magazine

  • Like a seasoned sailor navigating the ever-changing musical tides, Masorti's songs are imbued with a profound beauty that permeates every note and lyric, creating an immersive experience for his audience.

    Indie Music Discovery

  • The melodies of "Lost At Sea" ebb and flow like the waves, each track revealing a unique facet of his artistic journey. With lyrics that are both heartrending and inspiring, he weaves tales of life’s trials and triumphs, resonating with anyone who has ever felt adrift in the vast sea of existence.

    Indie Music Discovery

  • The album's instrumentation showcases Masorti's versatility and musical skill, layering rich soundscapes that reflect his diverse influences and mastery of both acoustic and electric guitar. The music ranges from intimate and acoustic to grand and orchestral, displaying his ability to evoke a wide spectrum of emotions.

    The Indie Source

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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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. 

Masorti has an authentic, unique, and evocative writing style seamlessly creating images and storylines that are interesting, thought-provoking, and often laced with raw emotion at times laying bare a troubled journey.

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