The Harmonica Lewinskies

The Harmonica Lewinskies

 Brooklyn, New York, USA
BandAlternativeBlues

A groovin’, sweatin’, percolatin’ slab of live radicalized rock-soul music.

Biography

Formed in early 2008, The Harmonica Lewinskies have been described as the ultimate party band. Steeped in blues, rock-n-roll, with a healthy serving of funk, the Lewinskies have become a fixture of the NYC bar circuit, playing famed venues such as Arlenes Grocery, the Studio at Webster Hall, the Rock Shop, the Bowery Electric, Knitting Factory, as well as the CMJ, Northside, and CBGB festivals, and a Roseland Ballroom American Cancer Society benefit . Renowned for their high energy, ad-libbed performances, The Harmonica Lewinskies are the preeminent drinking mans band.


Lyrics

Wagstaff

Written By: Dan McLane

Talkin' about Wall street,
Talkin' about that street
Talkin' about here, there, everywhere, America

I'm a hyper,
conservative liar,
Get the water and put me out

[CHORUS]
Well you melt in my hand, I melt in your mouth
This is my, this is my, first time around

Talkin' about big band,
Talkin' about quicksand,
Talkin' about she's cool and he's gay, oh no!

Talkin' about Wagstaff,
Talkin' about Black Flag,
Talkin' about you ain't ever gonna figure me out.

[CHORUS]

Misery loves company and baby you're bringing me down.
Oh come on.
[INSTRUMENTAL]

[CHORUS]

Talkin' about you know,
but I don't,
you ain't ever gonna figure me out.

I love you,
but you hate me,
I'm gonna give you something to shout about.

[CHORUS]

Talkin' about big band,
Talkin' about quicksand,
Talkin' about she's cool and he's gay, oh no!

Talkin' about Wall street,
Talkin' about this street,
Here, there, America

[CHORUS]

Misery loves company and baby you're bringing me down.

Oh c'mon brotha.

Good Man, He Come

Written By: Dan McLane

[VERSE]
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
I'm gonna get through to you soon.
I'm sitting in an empty house, dreams full of gloom.

So sick, so serious,
You're as crude as can be.
You're the only person I know as I am to me.

[CHORUS]
That's just the way the story's told.
Yes, a good man he come and he go.

[VERSE]
Yes, I made my way from West Texas
all the way to Wichita.
Yes, I was found in Sugar Land,
but now I'm lost.

Never trust the big man, honey,
who signs your checks.
He's saying, "We all equal, more or less."

[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE]

[CHORUS]

Boner For The Benny's

Written By: Will Simpson

I been drinking my fill
Since the time I last talked to her
I got an ulcer in my stomach
And you know I never see the doctor

Now my hair's falling out
And my face caving in
You know my bone's gonna crumble
The next time I see her again

Woah baby, you're making me an old man!

I been breaking my back
Just to please and appease her
So I'm walking with a cane
Now the everyday pain is easier

But I got no heart
She always keep it locked up
'Till I'm nothing but a button
That she pushes when she wants to fill her cup

Woah baby, you're making me an old man!

Yeah, let's walk!