Sam Berman-Cooper

Sam Berman-Cooper

 East Aurora, New York, USA
BandRockSinger/Songwriter

Truly original music. Universally listenable. First listen makes you dance, second listen makes you think.

Biography

I began training as a classical pianist at 6 and bassist at 8, and was raised on my father's Richard Thompson, Michelle Shocked, and Travelling Wilburys records. At 13, I picked up the electric guitar, and made my first set of recordings, "Easy to Read." I began to explore Pink Floyd, The Beatles, and modern bands like Coldplay and The Strokes. Over the next 5 years I released two full-length original LPs, "Invisible Breeze" and "Measure of Doubt," and played dozens of shows around Western New York with a series original and cover bands. My efforts during this period twice earned Buffalo News cover stories -- once in the "NeXt" section and once in "Gusto." After graduating from high school, I took a couple years off from music to study philosophy at Harvard University. Five semesters there were enough for me to realize that music is my true calling. I gigged around Boston for a while before returning home to Buffalo to continue writing, and have recently joined Autopunch as keyboardist.

Lyrics

Careless Love

Written By: Sam Berman-Cooper

Careless Love
My sweetheart said to me
I thought it was dead to me
It’s sad but it’s true
If you love me,
Then baby love me
Cause to leave me
Well that would be cruel
Make me forget all the heartache
And, don’t ask what love can do for you

It’s a dream
It’s mirrors and smokescreens
Just a dream
Does she think I’m a fool?
Careless love
Oh you’ve shaken and wrecked me
And now all the games we used to play seem worn out and abused
Oh what’s a lovin’ man to do?

When we live in a practical world
A clean and rational world
It’s a mean and tactical world
If you believe what you read
But that’s not the half of the world
There’s a sharp and natural world
It’s a dark and magical world
That we can’t see
It gives me everything I need

Oh engines and fables and crickets and tables are turning
Lovers and cradles and pitchforks and babies are blue
Everything over the ocean is quietly burning
So, don’t ask what love can do for you

Leipzig 1844

Written By: Sam Berman-Cooper

How could we know all the places we go
When we’re passed out on the drop?
Out from the stables
And traded by tables
That only can see what we’re not

Oh, now you’ve come this far
Oh, the lights are falling stars
All minutes they burn
We think that we know what you are

Whispered in fables and sung from the cradles
I linger in bright broken lines
I once was a twister but now I’m a mystery man
Cause I’ve come back in time
All the voices you hear when you fall in the dust
And the spaces you fill with your blood and your rust
When you’re down to your last dime

Oh, the lights will come to pass
Oh, but you’re moving far too fast
All the minutes they burn
We think that we know what you are

There were faces but now there are symbols
They were spaces but now we’ve got time
It was ending and now it’s beginning
And it’s all in the back of my mind
We had pictures and now we got progress
There were circles and now there are lines
There was something and now we got meaning
And when the night time comes
I finally can close my eyes
And when a new day come
I finally can close

1983

Written By: Sam Berman-Cooper

I think that most of you would more or less agree with me
I get the feeling nearly everything I see is deceiving
It’s nice to know
But I can’t let go

Getting pretty sick of everything I see on the TV
Spin the web and catch me like a disease, will you free me?
It’s nice to know
And it’s good to go on

Drops, on the rocks
And head, to the show
Smile, for the cops
And everything goes

Bring me back and show me how to feel, Ruby
Build me up and break me like a deal, when you do me
Make me think that everything is real
You make me think that everything is real

Knocks, on a lock
He close, the door
Race, to the top
And fall on the floor

We had a laugh in 1983, do you know me?
In a world where everything is free, do you owe me?
I rocked you roll
But I can’t let go

Come along and show me how to feel, Ruby
Build me up and break me like a deal, do me
You make me think that everything is real
You make me think that everything is real

Boston Chronic

Written By: Sam Berman-Cooper

Jimmy’s down the subway station lookin’ for some fun
Johnny’s on the microphone and you don’t have a gun
Just listen to the radio and look out at the screen
Tear it up in Boston chronic livin’ someone else’s dream

She walks through the old graveyard
Lovin’ shadows, kissin’ stars
Playin’ with her magic dust
Knowin’ everything returns to rust
But you’re a prisoner of her stare
Cause you can’t find another care
And when you hear her callin’ there you run
Never hide
All she does is make you feel alive

The city gates are tall and black
Go inside but watch your back
Come on baby, let’s get out of here
One more day this is my home
Outside all the world alone
Watch the pebble turn to stone and keep
Away your eyes
Sometimes I wish I could sympathize

Jimmy’s down the subway station lookin’ for some fun
Johnny’s on the microphone and you don’t have a gun
Just listen to the radio and look out at the screen
Tear it up in Boston chronic livin’ someone else’s dream

You could use the fire escape
But don’t you know it’s getting late
And don’t you know
You’ve killed off my desire
Cause everyone else makes me sick
To think of everything we did
Knowin’ everything you said was just
A bad excuse
What else will I ever have to lose?

Jimmy’s down the subway station lookin’ for some fun
Johnny’s on the microphone and you don’t have a gun
Just listen to the radio and look out at the screen
Tear it up in Boston chronic livin’ someone else’s dream

Annie (Help Me Through the Night)

Written By: Sam Berman-Cooper

Angelina, it’s starting to show
The rains are coming and you let me go
You’ve been standing on the edge of the bed
Traveling far, in your own head

All your music has been killing my time
Sharpshooter ain’t spending a dime
Smell the plastic as it’s starting to burn
See the narrator sit and wait his turn

Annie, help me through the night
Annie, tell me everything’s all right
And it’s got to just be me
Cause it’s so easy to see
That you mean everything you say

Angelina, I’m saying goodbye
I’m lying here melting and you wanna get high
Angeling, it’s starting to show
The rains are coming and you just let me go

Annie, help me through the night
Annie, tell me everything’s all right
And it’s got to just be me
Cause it’s so easy to see
That you mean everything you say

Discography

Easy to Read LP (2004)

Invisible Breeze LP (2005)

Measure of Doubt LP (2007) -- Under the name "Sam Gillam"
- "Whatever it Takes" radio play on Buffalo's 97 Rock (FM 96.9) and WXRL (AM 1300)
- "As Good a Place" radio play on University of Illinois at
Chicago Internet Radio (http://uicradio.ws)

Boston Chronic (Single - 2008)