Lenny Solomon & the Solomon Band

Lenny Solomon & the Solomon Band

 Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA
BandAmericanaAcoustic

Lenny Solomon and the Solomon band perform original music that borrows elements and influences from country, folk, jazz, and the blues. Intelligent lyrics and smart melodies are hallmarks of their work. The band's songs have received extensive airplay in the US and as far away as Siberia.

Biography

The Solomon band, formed in 1998, has performed in many of the Greater Boston's clubs, coffee houses, and venues. Singer/songwriter/guitarist Lenny Solomon, whose style has been compared to that of early Bob Dylan, Guy Clark, and Jerry Jeff Walker, began his career in the late 1960s. A fixture of the now defunct Idler Coffeehouse in Harvard Square, he regularly performed there on Friday nights for over eight years. The Idler was a training ground for such luminaries as Geoff Bartley, Paul Rishell, Spider John Koerner, and Ric Ocasek, later of The Cars. During his years as a solo performer he shared bills with many name performers such as Chris Smither, Carolyn Hester, Bonnie Raitt, and Spider John.

In 1998 Solomon formed a country/folk band called, appropriately enough, Solomon. Performing his original material, Solomon has released five CDs, three of which, Not Life Threatening (2002), Armando's Pie (2004), and Maybe Today (2007) are available on CDBaby and iTunes. Not Life Threatening received great reviews and won airplay on over 30 public and college radio stations. Tracks from his 2004 release (Armando's Pie) were played on over 120 radio stations. The band's song Let's Go To Mars on their latest release, Maybe Today, was number one in popularity on Neil Young's Living With the War website for over a month.

The Lenny Solomon band has been described as sounding like "Cat Stevens meets Barenaked Ladies meets Bob Dylan." Its a vocal-oriented, primarily acoustic band that blends intelligent lyrics, melodic melodies, varieties of rhythmic styles, and instrumental improvisation. Their music combines elements of folk, country, jazz, blues, pop and rock traditions that creates a style all their own.

Lenny Solomon and his band is available for concert, club, and private bookings. Lenny also performs solo, as part of a duo with guitarist Gibbs or as an all-acoustic trio with the addition of Barry. For further information contact: Lenny Solomon, 50 R.C. Kelley Street, Cambridge, MA 02138; 617-448-9680 (Cell) e-mail: lenny@solomonband.com
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Lyrics

Let's Go To Mars

Written By: Lenny Solomon

1. Why is there all this whining, ‘bout everything I do
Don’t care about my ratings, who elected me is you
So you’ve got no insurance, can’t afford to drive your car
If you just had some character and faith you could go far
You see it’s not my problem, that hole that you’re stuck in
You had it coming to you, for living life in sin

Chorus-Let’s go to Mars, forget about your cares
Let’s go to Mars, we’ll bring a case of beer
Let’s go to Mars, bet the hunting’s good
I’ll bag me one of those aliens
Mount him on my hood
Let’s go to Mars, no global warming there
Let’s go to Mars, we can pollute the air
Let’s go to Mars, be first to touch that soil
Plant me a flag, so we can drill for oil

2. Don’t bring up that dirty war I started in Iraq
It’s liable to upset me, better not do that
When you criticize me, it just hurts our troops
Who are defending all my interests, while dying in their boots
You enemy combatant, I’ll give you a what for
Ship you to Guantanamo, then I’ll slam the door

Chorus
3. I’m still the toast of Texas, just ask in any bar
Though I screwed the country, they still think that I’m a star
Here neighbors trust their neighbors, that’s why I tap their phone
It keeps their freedom ringing, and I feel less alone
Even though I love ‘em, that’s just where I’m at
Besides a rumor has it, that one’s a Democrat
Chorus

Island of Misplaced Souls

Written By: Lenny Solomon

I climbed over the mountains, I sailed over the seas
I said my prayers to the universe, I fell down on bended knees
I paid my dues to chambermaids, I studied with the wise and the old
But the only place found some rest (pause)
Was on the island of misplaced souls, the island of misplaced souls

I just read the paper, a story about a man
Who took from all who loved him, just because he can
When questioned ‘fore the jury, he tried to cop a plea
Said he should be forgiven, cause he’s just you and me

I climbed over the mountains, I sailed over the seas
I said my prayers to the universe, I fell down on bended knees
I paid my dues to chambermaids, I studied with the wise and the old
But the only place found some rest (pause)
Was on the island of misplaced souls, the island of misplaced souls

It’s quiet here this morning, I don’t hear a sound
Except for my heart beating, pumping to hold its ground
The upstairs neighbor’s sleeping, I guess he had a night
Searching for some answer, to make his whole world right

I climbed over the mountains, I sailed over the seas
I said my prayers to the universe, I fell down on bended knees
I paid my dues to chambermaids, I studied with the wise and the old
But the only place found some rest (pause)
Was on the island of misplaced souls, the island of misplaced souls

All I see around me, are remnants of a scene
Fading from my memory, maybe it was a dream
Angels were looking over me, smiling, outstretched arms
Then they all departed, never meant them harm

I climbed over the mountains, I sailed over the seas
I said my prayers to the universe, I fell down on bended knees
I paid my dues to chambermaids, I studied with the wise and the old
But the only place found some rest (pause)
Was on the island of misplaced souls, the island of misplaced souls

Spare Change

Written By: Lenny Solomon

Here’s the story of a man, just like you and me
Who’s living on the streets now, looking for dignity
That wasn’t how he started, he once had a scheme
That would take him to the top, of the American dream
Spare Change; I need a little break
Spare Change; these times are tough to take
Spare Change; where you’ll read the news
About the man with the homeless blues

Used to be a family man, took the train to work
Putting in the hours, winning every perk
Until the day they called him in, for his final prize
A sympathetic handshake, goodbye, you’ve been downsized
Spare Change; I need a little break
Spare Change; these times are tough to take
Spare Change; where you’ll read the news
About the man with the homeless blues

Billy’s not a bitter man, his smile comes easily
Although his job and family, are a distant memory
He tells a passing stranger, “What I say is true”
You never know the cards you’re dealt, next year this could be you
Spare Change; I need a little break
Spare Change; these times are tough to take
Spare Change; where you’ll read the news
About the man with the homeless blues

So Billy works the corner every single day
Hoping to sell papers, so he could find a way
To buy a little coffee, maybe a little luck
Before he settles in the bed of a rusty pickup truck

Spare Change; I need a little break
Spare Change; these times are tough to take
Spare Change; where you’ll read the news
About the man with the homeless blues

The Teacher

Written By: Lenny Solomon

She’s the leader of the choir, a teacher in the school
She walks the straight and narrow, lives by every rule
She’s always been a grownup, a mom unto her kids
She is the helpful daughter, always giving from within

But in the depths of midnight, her yesterdays do swell
As she thinks about the stories, that only she could tell
About her long lost lovers, passions running free
Days when her lost innocence, was the way to be

Cho. Watch out, here she comes a’walkin’
Down the street of your hometown
Hands waving to the neighbors
Saying hi to all around
Always dressin’ to perfection
In that classic schoolmarm way
Eye’s a’winkin’, keeps ‘em guessin’
‘bout the night she had her day

It was back in high school, when her thoughts turned ‘round
Looking for some answers, her spirit nearly drowned
Came to the conclusion, she wouldn’t find it there
So she took to travellin’, to where, she didn’t care

Several years went passing, some were good, some bad
But she got herself together, then built on what she had
Now she’s back in business, teachin’ all your kin
Never saying nothing, ‘bout the places that she’s been

Chorus- repeat twice

Maybe Today

Written By: Lenny Solomon

See the shades of dawning, will my will be done
Is there heaven in this morning, or is it just a rising sun
Can’t see for the distance, tomorrow, I can’t tell
I’m so tired of this resistance, there’s no more water in my well

River Jordan, take me away
Float me down to Charleston Bay
Can’t find words, except to say
Maybe today, maybe today

If not for my own blindness, maybe I could see
And feel and touch the breathe of life, flowing over me
But that’s not my story; it faded from the plan
Those feelings and emotions, trickled through my hand

River Jordan, take me away
Float me down to Charleston Bay
Can’t find words, except to say
Maybe today, maybe today

I’ve no need for sleeping, or need to be awake
Suspended animation, is ‘bout all that I can fake
So speak to me with kindness, let me know the truth
Is there wisdom in my future, or was it wasted in my youth

River Jordan, take me away
Float me down to Charleston Bay
Can’t find words, except to say
Maybe today, maybe today

Players In The Band

Written By: Lenny Solomon

Bill and Den, just a couple of Joes
Making music wherever they go
They’re players in the band
Met them both several years ago,
In a honky-tonk, in Tupolo
They were players in the band
I love playing music
Catch those songs that whistle in the wind
That sparkle like a star, then land in my guitar
So I can play’em again, and again, and again
With my music-making buddies Bill and Den

Billy, when picks those crystal notes
He puts a smile on all those folks
He’s a player in the band
And Dennis, when he hits those skins
His brushes slide as smooth as gin
He’s a player in the band
I love playing music
Catch those songs that whistle in the wind
That sparkle like a star, then land in my guitar
So I can play’em again, and again, and again
With my music-making buddies Bill and Den

We play our tunes in different styles
Some real slow, some real wild
We’re players in the band
It all depends upon our mood
And if we’d had much solid food
We’re just players in the band
I love playing music
Catch those songs that whistle in the wind
That sparkle like a star, then land in my guitar
So I can play’em again, and again, and again
With my music-making buddies Bill and Den …and Don

Five More Minutes

Written By: Lenny Solomon

© 2004 L. Solomon

Give me five more minutes, five more minutes more
Five more minutes, before you close the door
Five more minutes, you just wait and see
Five more minutes, you can count on me
I want to roll away
From the light of the judgment day
I want to rock all night
Not think what’s wrong or right

Give me five more minutes, five more minutes more
Five more minutes, before you close the door
Five more minutes, won’t play you for the fool
In five more minutes, I’ll live by your every rule
If every, grain of sand
Is the measure, of a man
Must just be, my dumb luck
You came to clean me up

(bridge)
Five o’clock in the morning
Can’t feel the sky or the ground
Eyes are glazed in a drunken haze
Hear nothing ‘cept for the sound
Of angels flapping right over me
Devil’s down in a hole
They’re carrying on for the life of me
Who has the better claim to my soul

Give me five more minutes, five more minutes more
Five more minutes, before you close the door
Five more minutes, come let’s make a deal
Five more minutes, you’ll see that I’m for real

Fishin'

Written By: Lenny Solomon


Come here boy, give me a listen, ain’t no foolish tale I’m dishin’
Want to talk with erudition, about my favorite subject, fishin’
To cast a line into the water, puts my life in perfect order
Now you know my true life mission…(pause)... to go fishin’

I once had a girl so pretty, eyes as wide as New York City
Body full, and oh, so curvy, made me feel like I was thirty
Sometimes we would disagree, about where I was supposed to be
In the end she set me free…(pause)… so I went fishin’

Just slap on some suntan lotion, and go fishin’ by the ocean
Then you’ll have a real good notion, of what I call a true love potion
Bass or blues depends what’s bitin’, sure will make your day excitin’
Cast a lure with perfect motion…(pause)… feel that emotion

I like fishin’ of every kind, nothing like it to ease my mind
To tie a hook to a piece of line, makes my inner soul feel fine
I don’t care how long I wait, for a fish to nibble, at my bait
If by luck, a fish I take, it’s just icing on the cake
I’ll take fishin’ every time…(pause)...to ease my mind

Some folks keep a coop of pigeons, some folks favor faith, religion
Some sustain a lofty vision, based on tracks of old tradition
I must admit these leave me cold, in the end when the story’s told
When it comes to play or fold…(pause)...I go fishin’

I like fishin’ of every kind, nothing like it to ease my mind,
To tie a hook to a piece of line, makes my inner soul feel fine,
I don’t care how long I wait, for a fish to nibble, at my bait,
If by luck, a fish I take, it’s just icing on the cake,
Yes, I’ll take fishin’ every time…(pause)... to ease my mind.

Test of Time

Written By: Lenny Solomon

It was fate. I was waiting by your front gate
Wondering if I was a little late
To pass on through
I was scarred, didn’t think it would be quite so hard
To come up with a winning card
To hold onto
But now when I look back and see, the path I’ve chosen for me
I can say with some certainty, that I’ll be fine
And pass the test of time, pass the test of time

Through the thick and the thin, pretenders would walk right in
Scream and holler that I have sinned
I was mystified
‘cause they bet, you’d turn your head without regret
Act as though we’d never met
And pass me by
But now when I look back and see, the path I’ve chosen for me
I can say with some certainty, that I’ll be fine
And pass the test of time, pass the test of time
(bridge)
Time just kept on traveling by, till I opened up my eyes
And saw there was much more I could achieve
I saw that each day passing was like dying in disguise
That every single moment I should seize
To pass the test of time, pass the test of time

All around, words are falling from a dark cloud
Close my eyes before they hit the ground
Hope they wash away
At my feet, angry words that I just can’t repeat
I don’t know if I can take the heat
Should I call it a day
But now when I look back and see, the path I’ve chosen for me
I can say with some certainty, that I’ll be fine
And pass the test of time, pass the test of time

Hear With Me

Written By: Lenny Solomon

HERE WITH ME words and music L.Solomon
© L. Solomon 2002

The morning light peaks through the window
Hazy sun streaks through the blinds
I think what my days would be without you
My heart would have no Valentine

My arms and my legs would be so weary
My source of strength would disappear
And time, too long without you near me
My life would never leave first gear

I should say more often
For eternity
Glad that we’re together
That you’re here with me, here with me

As years go by my thoughts grow fonder
Greater grows my love for you
Memories that we both can ponder
Moments that we’ll share anew

Now the sun has gone a’sleeping
Heavens sparkle in the night
So sleep my darling and safe keeping
I’ll warm your dreams and hold you tight

I should say more often
For eternity
Glad that we’re together
That you’re here with me, here with me

Rode Rage

Written By: Lenny Solomon

1. The day was hot, and his throat was dry;
As he wiped his sweat, and he wondered why;
He was so tired, for a man his age;
His only friend was his horse named Rage.

He and his Rage, were up at first light;
Scanning the field, begging to fight;
But they lived apart, from the world all around;
Just he and Rage was the only sound, he and Rage was the only sound.

2. He’d talk to Rage, about his pain;
That no other felt, drove him near insane;
About the love, through his fingers fell;
About the hate, that filled his well.

There were too many words, he felt obscene;
His blood-scarred heart, could not come clean;
He could not forgive, the frailty;
Of the human touch that was not to be, the human touch that was not to be.

cho. He rode that Rage with all of his might,
That set the stage for his whole life,
But when his curtain fell and his light grew dim,
No applause was heard for the fool he’d been,
No applause was heard for the fool he’d been.

3. When Rage got old, too old to ride
They’d walk together, side by side
He still had no clue to what he had become
Still looking out for old number one

When Rage went first, he finally knew;
His life was scarred, with an old tattoo;
That read “Only Rage, will I ever trust,”
Now they’re buried together ‘neath the dust, together again beneath the dust.

He rode his Rage with all of his might,
That set the stage for his whole life,
But when his curtain fell and his light grew dim,
No applause was heard for the fool he’d been,
No applause was heard for he fool he’d been.

Fashion Plate

Written By: Lenny Solomon

I wear leopard boots, got a gun that shoots
I’m a fashion plate
My pants are lizard skin and I’m oh so thin
I’m a fashion plate
I stay up all night, I got my own web site
I’m a fashion plate
I roll my eyes at every passer bye
I’m a fashion plate
I’m a fashion plate, I got diamond studs in my nose
I’m a fashion plate, as anybody sees me knows

I’ve got friends that fawn every time I yawn
I’m a fashion plate
My entourage lives in my garage
I’m a fashion plate
Don’t give a damn ‘cause I’m so glam
I’m a fashion plate
My karma’s cool ‘cause I wrote the rule
I’m a fashion plate
I’m a fashion plate, I got diamond studs in my nose
I’m a fashion plate, as anybody sees me knows

No need for sleep, no need to eat
I’m a fashion plate
I walk the walk so I don’t need to talk
I’m a fashion plate
I won’t grow old, I’ll never fold
I’m a fashion plate
I’ll never die, to that I’ll testify
I’m a fashion plate
I’m a fashion plate, I got diamond studs in my nose
I’m a fashion plate, as anybody sees me knows

Why

Written By: Lenny Solomon

Why, whenever I see you, I think my life is a crime
Why, whenever I hear you, my pulse races with time
Should I believe these feelings, that ring in my head are true
I have no way of knowing,
I need to know more about you

Why when action is needed, I have the urge to stand still
Why when the window is open, can’t seem to go for the kill
Part of me wants to stand up, scream to the world I’m through
Tell me if you are the answer,
I need to know more about you

Early this morning, rain hitting hard on the ground
Bones are so cold, see no direction but down
I once knew what mattered, now I don’t have a clue
Another reason for saying, I need to know more about you

Why, it’s so hard open, your eyes, look to your heart
Why, it should be so easy, get free, make a new start
Maybe I should stop thinking, that one day we’ll be two
Still I wait for the day when you say to me,
I need to know more about you

Soldier Coming Home

Written By: Lenny Solomon

His grandpa hit the beach on D-Day
His father fought in Vietnam
That’s the torch he carries, in his hand
Will help him stand
Fightin’ in some foreign land

Trained in Virginia ‘til he shipped out
A soldier, full of battle cries
And in Fallujah he took his place
Until war’s embrace
Shot him in the face
A soldier coming home from the war
With his body torn to shreds
Leaders just refuse to see
That their policy, made his reality…for life

He flew home aboard a cargo plane
Along with soldiers who had died
A few weeks passed, they slapped him on his back
Said he’s right on track
They snickered, that was that

But nothin’ he did seemed to ease the pain
That came to him almost every night
He cried and shouted, he slammed down his fist
And in one cruel twist
He slashed both his wrists
A soldier coming home from the war
With his body and future torn to shreds
Leaders just refuse to see
That their policy, made his reality…for life

If you see a soldier from the war
Slumped in some alley, understand
It doesn’t matter if you think left or right
Try with all your might
To see we never fight
Again

You're Flight Has Just Been Cancelled

Written By: Lenny Solomon

Nothing on the runway, where the plane should be,
Attention all you passengers, an airborne absentee,
Carts along the walkway, travelers looking tired,
God I need a men’s room, I will not be denied,
Five more hours, how will I spend the time,
I don’t think that I can handle, standing in another line.

Your flight has just been cancelled, please don’t be annoyed,
All I do is work here and your time is null and void,
I’ll get you on another flight, that leaves sometime next Spring,
Here’s a voucher for some coffee, see we treat you like a king,
Like a king.

This guy from Oklahoma always kept his cool,
Unless he thought another did take him for a fool,
“I’ve got to get to Memphis, now!” He did exclaim,
“I’m sorry sir, I wish you well, but I am not to blame.”
He got hot and bothered, words welled in his head,
He uttered a profanity when the agent said,

Your flight has just been cancelled, please don’t be annoyed,
All I do is work here and your time is null and void,
I’ll get you on another flight, that leaves sometime next Spring,
Here’s a voucher for some coffee, see we treat you like a king,
Like a king.

I heard that all the airlines want to partner up,
No need for competition to better make a buck,
“No more hand held baggage, it’s against our policy,
And if you get real hungry, you can eat for a small fee.
It won’t affect our service, that’s never been too high,
And if we play our cards right, we’ll never have to fly.”

Your flight has just been cancelled, please don’t be annoyed,
All I do is work here and your time is null and void,
I’ll get you on another flight, that leaves sometime next Spring,
Here’s a voucher for some coffee, see we treat you like a king,
Like a king.

Discography

Solomon, An Original Band (1999)
Four Shortened (2000)
Not Life Threatening (2002)
Armando's Pie (2004)
Maybe Today (2007)

Set List

90% of the music the band plays are Solomon's original songs. Typical sets run from 40 minutes to as long as two hours. Lenny has written over to 200 songs about half of which are part of the current repetoire.