Steven Capozzola

Steven Capozzola

 New York City, New York, USA
BandAmericanaAcoustic

Acoustic folk-rock.

Biography

Steven has played music all over the United States, performing his own brand of sing-along, original, ragtime folk-rock.

Lyrics

Ain't Got the Money

Written By: Steven Capozzola

Papa Bruno worked in the Cotter mill
And earned enough to give his kids their fill.
But then one day the mill went up and closed
And Papa came home, he was looking oh-so-old

He said, We ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money no more.

Mama Bruno worked in the Steinman’s store
Mending clothes that other people wore.
But when the mill had finally closed its doors
She didn’t do much sewing any more.

She said, We ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money no more.

Now we’re sitting out by a swimming hole
That’s frozen tight with ice and winter snow.
And it wouldn’t matter much if summer came
In springtime the Bruno family’s gonna move away.

They said, We ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money no more.
They said, We ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money, no we ain’t got the money no more.

A Simple Song

Written By: Steven Capozzola

It might be nice if I could sing a little song for you.
It might be nice if I knew just what to say.
Maybe I should just keep it all really simple, and say,
Ooh...

Thinking back now to all the really old love letters.
Thinking back now to all the really sad sad songs.
And I see that nothing ever really changes, it's just,
Ooh..
Ooh...

Well, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe in another lifetime.
And maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe in another time.
Well, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe in another lifetime.
And maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe in another time.

It might be nice if I could sing a little song for you.
It might be nice if I knew just what to say.
Maybe I should just keep it all really simple, and say,
Ooh...
Ooh...

The Lord's Blues

Written By: Steven Capozzola

I hear the Lord keep some secrets for the few
You never know when he might be watching you
Well maybe you're gonna try, just one more alibi,
But you cross the Lord, you know you're gonna lose.
I hear the Lord keeps you walking in your shoes
No matter where you turn you're still in view
Maybe you're doing right, but only for a little while,
You cross the Lord, you know you're gonna lose.
I rise up in the morning every day,
This tired old body that slowly wears away
I can't make it on my own, just dressing these old bones.
Help me Lord you know I gotta get away.
I hear the Lord wants a dollar for the news
He asks for help when you're walking in the room
Imagine your surprise, when the beggar in disguise
Turns out to be the Lord just passing through.
I hear the Lord keep some secrets for the few
You never know when he might be watching you
Well maybe you're gonna try, just one more alibi,
But you cross the Lord, you know you're gonna lose.
But you cross the Lord, you know you're gonna lose.
But you cross the Lord, you know you're gonna lose.
And you're never gonna get to heaven if you lose.

Smoke

Written By: Steven Capozzola

The chimney's got a flu that ain't too wide, and sometimes the smoke blows back inside.
The chimney's got a flu that ain't too wide.
Well I say something is wrong.
I feel it now down in my bones.
I've never seen a winter quite so cold, and I don't know what to do.
Maggie's got a flu that struck her down, it seems to be spreading all through town.
Maggie's got a flu that struck her down.
Well I know something is wrong.
Her hands are cold but her face is warm.
She whispers my name when I'm standing in the door, and I don't know what to do.
The chimney's got a flu that ain't too wide, and sometimes the smoke blows back inside.
The chimney's got a flu that ain't too wide.
Well I knew something was wrong.
I tried and I tried but now poor Maggie's gone.
She opened her eyes one last time this morn, but there wasn't nothing to do.

Old Sea Shanty

Written By: Steven Capozzola

Anybody sing an old sea shanty while I kiss the girl who stole my fancy, tell her I'll be coming home again.
Maybe when I'm out to sea, she'll meet a fellow better than me. Tell her I'll be coming home again.
I'll be coming home again, when our captain makes amends. He's a company many who knows when his debts are due.
And when our hold is filled, the ship heavy with our kill, our good old harbor home will come in view.
Anybody sing an old sea shanty while I kiss the girl who stole my fancy, tell her I'll be coming home again.
Maybe when I'm out to sea, she'll meet a fellow richer than me. Tell her I'll be coming home again.
I'm setting out to sea with the W Harris Company, this trip will take us down through the Cape Horn route.
Good Lord willing that we spot our whales, we make our sport and set our sails, we'll only be away a year or two.
Anybody sing an old sea shanty while I kiss the girl who stole my fancy, tell her I'll be coming home again.
Maybe when I'm out to sea, she'll meet a fellow taller than me. Tell her I'll be coming home again.

The Preacher

Written By: Steven Capozzola

The preacher didn’t like it, no no, he seemed to think it’s kind of strange, with the way, some people live their lives today.
The preacher didn’t like it, no no, in Harlem he was shouting fire to the few, who tried to start up something new.
Something new…
It made him say, this aint the way, you live your life today.
No, this aint the way, you live your life today.
No, this aint the way, you live your life today
The preacher didn’t see it, hell no, he always would avert his eyes from the view, of what the common people do.
It’s what they do…

Discography

Acoustic Steven, 2009
Smoke, 2010
Purcellville, 2011

Set List

Originals and covers. Acoustic folk-rock.