The following videos are not an attempt to capture the songs in their most perfect form. They are merely a vehicle to let people hear some of my work that has never been in the public eye. They are shot using the video setting on my little Canon Powershot and a little Joby tripod. The guitars are either a Martin 000 series or a pretty beat up Johnson JD27. My old Kay banjo may make an appearance or two as well, for better or worse.

That's it. I welcome comments and encourage you to share the music if it strikes you.

All music and lyrics written by Richard Popovic, unless otherwise noted.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Song #11: Cup of Cheer

Every year I challenge myself to write a song for Christmas. It is a good exercise, since seemingly everything has been said and every symbol and turn of phrase has been done and done and done. It's not easy to come up with something fresh and new. But I always give it a shot, to mixed results.
Here is this year's attempt. It celebrates the neighborhood in the Bronx known as Woodlawn, an Irish section where Shilelagh Law plays often. It is written from the viewpoint of a fairly recent arrival who finds his new home full of life and promise.
I mention two Woodlawn institutions: The Rambling House, a bar and restaurant that acts as Shilelagh Law's home base, and The Chipper Truck, which can be found parked right nearby to serve the needs of all of us folks who just have to have curry chips at 3:30 in the morning. Check them both out if you are ever in the neighborhood.

(click through for lyrics)

Cup of Cheer
(music/lyrics by richard popovic)

I just heard the news, out on the avenue

The holidays have brought you back to town

The word is on the street, you’re looking for me

Lucky you, I’m easily found

On the corner of Katonah and 236th

The pints are well poured and the drinks are well mixed

No better place to be if you're far from home on Christmas Eve

‘Tis the season let’s share a cup of cheer

The snow starts to fall, but I’m not worried at all

My place is just a couple blocks away

We’ll watch the cars get stuck, then we’ll hit the chipper truck

Eat curry fries as we search for a flying sleigh

And we’ll join the drunken choirs, those are the best kind

It’s 4:30 in the morning but no one seems to mind

Although we are off-key we sound heavenly to me

‘Tis the season let’s raise a cup of cheer

My stocking may be empty but I am not concerned

Each new day is a gift is a lesson that I’ve learned

I feel wealthy as king when the Christmas bells a-ring

‘Tis the season let’s raise a cup of cheer

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