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Old Man Winter, Vol. 3

by Ben Smith

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Santa wrote his resume his shop was in a disarray used a snowglobe for an ashtray wants to leave it all behind He thought that he would try his luck his savings fit a coffee cup he's tired and he's had enough of all this stupid cheer hitch a ride to the desert trades his suit for a sweatshirt it’s got to get better This year Santa's all in The flashing lights the ringing bells it's like some sort of Christmas hell surrounded by the ne'er-do-wells they’ve got nowhere else to go everyone has got white hair everyone fills up their chair it's like Santa's sitting everywhere but no one knows it's him He started with the penny slots three lemons and a jackpot Lady Luck and Jack Frost are putting on a show this year it's not snowing three kings are showing the stack is growing this year Santa's all in The queen of hearts, the Ace of Spades by midnight wearing lampshades making nice with all the chambermaids and staying up till dawn The cocktails and the cigarettes he's checked the odds, he's placed his bets he's doubling down on all regrets he's never going back
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It's late in the evening and I'm done with dreaming the boardwalk lights got me seeing stars it's the bleak of midwinter, the snow's just a shimmer and the shepherds are walking the beach in their scarves it's just you and me and the roar of the sea it's harder to tell the snow from the sand the cold of December is all I remember the taste of the salt and the touch of your hand This time of year, there's nobody here the lifeguards have gone home for good No one can find us in all of this whiteness it's Christmas down the shore It's all a ghost town but we're the ghosts now floating down streets and right through the walls And I'm sure I saw God on the promenade but he looks so tired from the curtain call this blessed event, when we climbed up the fence no one in line for the carousel there's 5 golden rings caught in the swings and the sunlight can't come to break up the spell Chorus Now on Christmas Eve, I still believe in the tides and the swells and in you and the moon I know that star, that's your face in the dark and it's lighting the path right into the dunes it's just you and me and the roar of the sea it's harder to tell the snow from the sand the cold of December is all I remember the taste of the salt and the touch of your hand Chorus

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released November 16, 2013

Number three in the annual Old Man Winter series

Songs recorded and mixed at Milkboy Studios, Philadelphia
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Joel Metzler
Additional engineering by Karl Peterson

Thank you to Matt Magarahan and Tim Celfo for their continued friendship talent for this series and countless others.
Thanks to Brad Hinton for his considerable talent and taste.
Thanks to Joel and Karl who make recording something to look forward to.

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Ben Smith West Chester, Pennsylvania

West Chester, PA songwriter Ben Smith's songs sound good in both your front parlor and your back barroom---all Tin Pan Alley piano and a fading choirboy voice.

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