James & Black

James & Black

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Bruce James sounds like Otis Redding and Tom Waits having coffee and cigarettes at four o'clock in the morning in New Orleans.

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Snow on Sunset

Written By: Bruce James

there's a kidney moon in the silver sky
high above the rising tide
down where the highway meets the sea
wasn't made for you and me

narcotic stares and cocaine blues
I've got stars on the soles of my two-tone shoes
down where the highway meets the sea
wasn't made for you and me

good-bye hollywood
just about done with this california sun
I'll be back around when the snow comes down on sunset blvd.

We were casualties of expectation
purest hopeful incantations
down where the highway meets the sea
wasn't made for you and me

I haven't see the rain since I don't
know when
the highway's stacking up behind a herd of showroom benz'
one more cup of coffee
one last cigarette
the lights go down with no regret

goodbye hollywood
I'm just about done with this california sun
I'll be back around
when the snow comes down on sunset blvd.

Come Around

Written By: Bruce James

Standing on the corner of heartbreak and desire
Freezing cold, burning fire
The longing glance of infatuation
The cold, cold glare of emancipation

Winding up, spinning 'round
Waiting for you to come around
Stepping back, backing down
Waiting for you to come around
Losing sleep, losing ground
Waiting for you to come around
Backing up, sitting down
Waiting for you to come around

What to you see when you look through me
A shell of what I used to be
A shadow of what I hope to be
I'm wondering how you found me

Winding up, spinning 'round
Waiting for you to come around
Stepping back, backing down
Waiting for you to come around
Losing sleep, losing ground
Waiting for you to come around
Backing up, sitting down
Waiting for you to come around

Young love has passed me by
Old love just makes me cry
I can't wait forever

Winding up, spinning 'round
Waiting for you to come around
Stepping back, backing down
Waiting for you to come around
Losing sleep, losing ground
Waiting for you to come around
Backing up, sitting down
Waiting for you to come around

Superstar (Nothing Left to Do)

Written By: Bruce James

Watching shadows on the wall and
The bartender screams last call
I'm in the corner with my head in a drink
To myself I quietly think
So many things to get you off and
I cough and I scoff and take another drag of my cigarette

Chorus:
I don't mind if the sun don't shine
Cloudy weather suits me fine
Pour another glass of wine on the bar
Tonight I think I'll be a superstar
How can you mend a heart
That's broken in two
When you've done all you can and
There's nothing left to do

The room is still and thick with smoke
So thick it makes you choke
The crowd files in, coffee kicks in
My patience wearing thin
I'm as lonely as a single sax on a quiet city street
Things aren't always greener on the sunny side of the street

Discography

"The Wayside Drive Sessions"
"Junkyard Soul"
"Yours, Mine, and the Truth"