Seventy Seven

by Robin Aigner

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About the blackout of 1977

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Caught between the Son of Sam,
Sam I Am, Green Eggs and Ham.
Swimming in the sweat of the vinyl summer heat,
Jolly Rancher melting in the way-back seat.

My mom was trying to meet Prince Charming.
We were at a party when the lights went down.

And nobody's working today.
Everyone's eating melted ice cream today.
This is better than any birthday.
This is better than any other Tuesday.

Tuning in to WABC,
77 and tonight it's all free.
Grab what you need, TVs and red meat.'
The concrete squeaks with Converse feet.

Seems we've been using up too much air.
Con Ed's closed down like a traveling fair.
The fat lady's sung and hands are being rung, and my best friend stole something on a dare.

My dad was trying to be a daddy.
He was trying hard, not to move to Cali.

And nobody's working today.
Everyone's eating melted ice cream today.
This is better than any birthday.
This is better than any other Tuesday.

The neighbor you don't like pretends to be a traffic light,
directing cars on the corners of the wicked night.

On the upper west side everyone seems so polite.
The upper west side everything's just dyn-o-mite, dyn-o-miiiiiiiite.

I remember candles and adults and incense and preteen naivete, peppermint innocence.

I didn't know there was looting in the Bronx.
I didn't know there were fires in Brooklyn.

This is better than any birthday.
This is better than any other Tuesday.

credits

released 15 August 2013
Lyrics and music copyright Robin Aigner. Additional vocals and instrumentals by Brook Martinez. Produced by Michael Bongiorno.

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