[Intro: The East Coast Barroom] [0:00 - 0:35] [Tempo: 85 BPM, 6/8 Time Signature, Key: C Major] [A lively, rolling parlor grand piano plays a classic, cascading waltz progression] [A weeping, expressive diatonic harmonica takes a soaring, melancholic solo] [Acoustic bass walks a steady, descending line beneath the chords] [Drums keep a gentle, brushed waltz rhythm on the snare] (Spoken over the intro, thick New York/Bronx accent): "Hey buddy, keep 'em comin'. It's been a long week." [Verse 1: The Regulars] [0:35 - 1:10] [Piano settles into a bouncing chord pattern; vocal is a gruff, conversational Brooklyn tenor] It's nine a-clock on a Sat-uh-day, Da reg-ya-lah crowd shuf-fulls in. Dere's an old guy sit-tin' next tah me, Mak-in' love to his taw-nic an' gin. He says, "AA-Ron, can ya play me a mem-uh-ree? I ain't real-ly shuwa how it goes. But it's sad an' it's sweet, an' I knew it com-plete, When I wore a young-uh man's clothes." [Pre-Chorus: The Barroom Choir] [1:10 - 1:25] [Piano pounds out steady quarter-note chords] [Vocal sings a wordless, swaying melody with full chest voice] La la la, di di da... La la, di di da, da dum... [Chorus: The Anthem] [1:25 - 1:55] [ALL CAPS - FULL DRUM KIT SWEEP, BIG PIANO ROLL] PLAY US A SONG, YER DA KEYS GUY! PLAY US A SONG TA-NITE! WELL WE'RE ALL IN DA MOOD FAH A MEL-AH-DEE, AN' YOU GOT US FEEL-IN' AL-RIGHT! (Harmonica returns for a brief, wailing 4-bar solo!) [Verse 2: The Bartender] [1:55 - 2:30] [Music pulls back to a tight, intimate waltz pocket] Now Tod at da bar is a friend of mine, He gets me my drinks for free. An' he's quick wit a joke, or a light fah ya smoke, But dere's some-place he'd ra-thuh be. He says, "AA-Ron, I be-lieve dis is kill-in' me," As a smile runs a-way from his face. "Well, I'm shuwa dat I could be a mov-ie star, If I could get outta dis place." [Verse 3: The Novelist & The Waitress] [2:30 - 3:05] [Bassline walks heavily; acoustic guitar strums broadly on the downbeats] Now Jess is a real es-tate nov-el-ist, Who nev-uh had time fah a life. An' she's tawk-in' wit Mike, who's still in da Navy, An' prob-ly will be for life. An' da wai-tress is prac-tic-in' pol-i-tics, As da bus-i-ness-men slow-ly get stoned. Yes, dey sha-rin' a drink dey call lone-li-ness, But it's bet-tah dan drink-in' a-lone. [Pre-Chorus: The Barroom Choir] [3:05 - 3:20] [Piano pounds out steady quarter-note chords] La la la, di di da... La la, di di da, da dum... [Chorus: The Grand Singalong] [3:20 - 3:50] [ALL CAPS - MASSIVE PUB SINGALONG, LAYERED HARMONIES, MAXIMUM PIANO ENERGY] PLAY US A SONG, YER DA KEYS GUY! PLAY US A SONG TA-NITE! WELL WE'RE ALL IN DA MOOD FAH A MEL-AH-DEE, AN' YOU GOT US FEEL-IN' AL-RIGHT! [Outro: The Closing Tab] [3:50 - 4:15] [Drums build to a big, tumbling tom-tom fill] [Harmonica takes one final, soaring, weeping solo over the descending bassline] [The piano plays a rapid, cascading arpeggio down the keyboard] [Band hits a sudden, syncopated rhythm and resolves on a hard, ringing C-Major chord] [Harmonica slowly fades out into the room] [Clean Abrupt Stop] [End]
