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Days Of Carefree Living

by Rome 56

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1.
You’re sitting in a prison cell You went to school then you went hell In the distance you can hear the church bells You’ve got a story you won’t dare tell And you pine for the days of carefree living And you’re on your hands and knees begging to be forgiven You had a boatload of cash But that was dreaming about the past Your fancy cars and your sprawling ranch Went up in flames in a flash And you pine for the days of carefree living And you’re on your hands and knees begging to be forgiven Red Lorraine she’s got it in for me Red Lorraine she’s got it in for me You’re laying here on a cold damp floor You hear a knock on the prison door The warden says in his nicotine breath You got a pardon from the president And you pine for the days of carefree living And you’re on your hands and knees begging to be forgiven
2.
Dirty Money 03:33
You can put it in a hole hide it in a wall Keep it in a vault inside the savings and loan Try to keep it clean in a washer machine Invest on an island in the Caribbean Dirty money, dirty money Dirty money, dirty money And your never gonna let it go And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers Hold it in a briefcase on a midnight flight Underneath the floorboards so far out of sight Camera in your bow tie like its spy vs spy The KGB the CIA the FBI Dirty money, dirty money Dirty money, dirty money And your never gonna let it go And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers You got conspiracy theories and shell companies Shady lawyers forgers and phony I.D.S You got dossiers to blackmail wire in the weeds Cameras in the bedroom blindfolds in the trees You can put it in a hole hide it in a wall Keep it in a vault inside the savings and loan Try to keep it clean in a washer machine Invest on an island in the Caribbean Dirty money, dirty money Dirty money, dirty money And your never gonna let it go And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers Hold it in a briefcase on a midnight flight Underneath the floorboards so far out of sight Camera in your bow tie like its spy vs spy The KGB the CIA the FBI Dirty money, dirty money Dirty money, dirty money And your never gonna let it go And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers You got conspiracy theories and shell companies Shady lawyers forgers and phony I.D.S You got dossiers to blackmail wire in the weeds Cameras in the bedroom blindfolds in the trees Dirty money, dirty money Dirty money, dirty money And your never gonna let it go And your never gonna let slip through your fingers And your never gonna let it go And your never gonna let slip through your fingers
3.
Platinum girl with her face in a magazine Platinum girl with her eyes on the trendiest scene And you think that she’s over here But she’s over there with her rented stare She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world It’s a platinum world of lipstick red And glittering eyes It’s a platinum world of pink champagne And crooked smiles And you think that she’s over here But she’s over there with her rented stare She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world She runs with paper clowns blank checks and techno sounds She spins around and then comes back again She has so many friends she flirts with all the men She spins around then comes back again Platinum girl with her nose in the Sunday times Platinum girl chamomile tea under neon signs And you think that she’s over here But she’s over there with her rented stare She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
4.
She looks like a girl from outer space She looks like a girl from outer space With green hair in her eyes And static in her smile And I can’t understand a word she says And she looks like a girl from outer space She looks like a girl from outer space She has such an interesting face There’s a sparkle in her eye When she reaches to the sky And I can’t comprehend her funny ways She looks like a girl from outer space Nobody knows who she is Where she comes from and where she’s been Nobody knows who she is And where she’s going to With green hair in her eyes And static in her smile And I can’t understand a word she says And she looks like a girl from outer space She looks like a girl from outer space She looks like a girl from outer space
5.
Take me back to the lost and found I wanna go home I’m stranded here in Camden town and I wanna go home I started at the prince of wales then I stumbled down the Hampstead trail Feel like a stranger on a train A stranger on a train Feel like a stranger on a train A stranger on a Stranger on a train I bought a ticket and headed for the land of the rolling stones My 6-string in a paper bag and a pocket full of poems I made it up to Richmond, ha, but I lost my way in Regents Park Feel like a stranger on a train A stranger on a train Feel like a stranger on a train A stranger on a Stranger on a train Get on the tube I know not where I’m trying to find Trafalgar square Buskers here and buskers there, buskers, buskers everywhere I’m looking for a pub rock place but they’re playing techno and drum and bass Feel like a stranger on a train A stranger on a train Feel like a stranger on a train A stranger on a train Feel like a stranger on a train A stranger on a Stranger on a train
6.
I walk in the shadows of another night Awash in the glow of the blue light The sidewalks are sleeping The windows are closed No one is speaking and nobody knows I live in the static of the times I wait for the coming of the next alibi I hear a whisper it’s music to my ears Disguised by the sorrow and blinded by the tears As I stroll through the night As I stroll through the night I hear the voice of a stranger Calling out I turn around to see I fear the worst is coming And feel myself falling A curse that is warning and taking over me As I stroll through the night As I stroll through the night The sidewalks are sleeping The windows are closed No one is speaking and nobody knows As I stroll through the night As I stroll through the night As I stroll through the night As I stroll through the night
7.
A Happy Man 03:25
He was such a happy man A book of matches and a fresh cigar A glass of brandy in his hand He was such a happy man He was such a happy man Drapes his self upon a favorite chair Blows smoke rings in the air He was such a happy man I don’t mind I don’t mind The old man sings his winter song I don’t mind I don’t mind The old man sighs and carries on He was such a happy man Serenades the people on the bridge Waves approval with his hand He was such a happy man He was such a happy man Spies upon the laughing lunatic Who hears voices in his head Sees the devil has a plan I don’t mind I don’t mind The old man sings his winter song I don’t mind I don’t mind The old man sighs and carries on He was such a happy man He hears the music of a Baltic waltz He buys a round for the band He was such a happy man He was such a happy man Spreads the saw dust on the wooden floor Bar maid standing by the door He was such a happy man I don’t mind I don’t mind The old man sings his winter song I don’t mind I don’t mind The old man sighs and carries on
8.
I’ve been walking around on Portobello Road Looking for someone that wasn’t bought or sold There’s music in the air Music in the streets music everywhere Sounds like the Mersey beat I’m feeling like a kid when I hear these songs It takes me back to where I belong On Portobello Road Well I’m window shopping At a souvenir store Buskers on the sidewalk Tip jar on the floor I been ravaging the neighborhood With some old friends of mine We’re running from the past We’re running out of time Another pint of bitter Another twist of lime Another distant memory a verse of “Auld Lang Syne” On Portobello Road On Portobello Road everything you want is there On Portobello Road everything you want is there On Portobello Road everything you want is there On Portobello Road I been wasting my time On Portobello Road Looking for something that isn’t bought and sold There’s panic at the disco panic in the streets People wanna stay people wanna leave So many underwater so many feel the heat But people keep a walkin’ they’re dancing to the beat On Portobello Road
9.
Coffin Song 02:39
I’m sitting here talking to myself I’m drinking beer toasting to my health I’m sorry to say I’m feeling kind of gray In a coffin built by murderers A coffin built by murderers I’m flailing away on the hit parade With my borrowed guitar on an empty stage I’m sorry to say I’m feeling out of place In a coffin built by murderers A coffin built by murderers Wish I could be high up on a mountain top Wish I could be on an open sea Wish I can breathe the air inside of me Wish I can see as far as I can see I’m sitting here in a motel bar Off I-95 with a map of the stars I’m sorry to say that I’m running out of space In a coffin built by murderers A coffin built by murderers
10.
Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café It’s been so long I’ve been away It’s been so long I’ve been away I’m sitting in my lonely room Examining these walls of gloom Imprisoned in a tomb against my will My mind was drifting yesterday My mind was drifting yesterday To a land so far away To a land so far away Put a red stripe in my hand I yearn to hear that reggae band On a summer night and breathe the northern air Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café Put a red stripe in my hand I yearn to hear that reggae band On a summer night and breathe the northern air Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café Take me where the guitars play Take me where the guitars play Destination solitaire and Empty places everywhere Cyberspace the only place to share Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café Take me to the Lime café
11.
There I was staring at the walls Another midnight down at the falls Cars break the silence racing down the road The wind is kicking up a whispering moan Baby I’m lonely thinking of you I need a distraction what am I to do Look up at the ceiling I can’t concentrate I gaze in the mirror shaving my face Well I look around I don’t see no one I don’t see nothing In this place in this place in this place Sidewalks are covered first fall of snow Streets are deserted not even a soul Moon’s in the distance it drops from the sky The world’s in slow motion I ask myself why Well I look around I don’t see no one I don’t see nothing In this place And I can’t be found I must be somewhere But I don’t see nothing In this place In this place In this place
12.
She’s on the telephone Talking to her friend in New York She’s wearing a Ramones t-shirt She says that one day She’ll be living in a beach house in St. Tropez St. Tropez But it’s raining in Paris it’s raining in Paris It’s raining in Paris everyday She’s on the avenue she’s pushing a baby carriage She settles in the Café de Flor She wants a darker tan Just like on a Coppertone can She wants to bake in the sun bake in the sun But it’s raining in Paris it’s raining in Paris It’s raining in Paris everyday She looks out the window It’s Saturday night She looks out the window Another Saturday night

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Arthur & Kathy Lamonica's Rome 56 return with a brand new album that re-engages the smart and catchy signature sound first loved in the 1970s with Arthur's CBGB-era band The Shirts on key tracks "Platinum Girl" and "Strangers On A Train." Like its title implies, Days Of Carefree Living is full of tight pop rock sounds that reminds us of better times. As you delve deeper into the album, the sound shifts to offer some gentle, folksy tunes like “A Happy Man” and “It's Raining in Paris.” Retro rock sounds reverberate on "In This Place" as well as his bluesy "As I Stroll Through The Night." The home recording mode (due to lockdowns) makes it a fun, homey affair.

Thanks to Joe Anastasi, Nino Channa, Jim Leverton, Craig Avery, Steve Graham and Bert Tier at comicfactory.nl

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released February 4, 2022

Written and produced by Arthur Lamonica.
Mixed by Arthur Lamonica except tracks 1-3, 5 & 7 by Zach Ziskin & Roger Houdaille.

ROME 56 is
Arthur Lamonica
Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Bass, Mandolin, Keyboards, Drum Programming
Kathy Lamonica
Vocals, Keyboards, Accordion
with Edgar Goss Drums on “Stranger On A Train” & “In This Place”
Loek Nooter Guitar solo on “In This Place”
Derek Cheever Ukelele on “It’s Raining In Paris”

also Roger Houdaille Additional Guitars, Percussion on “Days Of Carefree Living” “Dirty Money” “Platinum Girl” & “Stranger On A Train”
Greg Byers Strings on “A Happy Man”

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Rome 56 New York, New York

Rome 56 is vintage yet new. It is yellow and weathered yet crisp and fresh. It combines an old and new feel - almost as if refurbished. I can see Hunter S Thompson sitting front row at one of these shows.

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