New Middle Class

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1.
I Was Born 03:24
In the beginning there was no light There was no day and there was no night There was no land and there was no sea There was no geography There was no faith, there was no doubt There was not much to talk about There was no sign of the human race There was no time and there was no space And then I was born The sun came out and the birds were singing That I was born It's hard to believe it, but I've been told My folks were young before they got old A lovely girl who danced ‘til dawn With a handsome man in a uniform They took a loan, they bought a home A beautiful baby girl was born They gave her love, they gave her toys But they wanted another, they wanted a boy And then I was born Kicking and screaming all through the night Yes, I was born Now who would care and who could know About things that happened long ago? All that really matters is me The Roman Empire was brought to its knees Shakespeare wrote some tragedies And wars were fought, the Bomb was dropped The forces of history could not be stopped And then I was born Angels came and they called my name When I was born Destined for success and fame Yes, I was born And things will never be the same Since I was born I was born
2.
It was a holiday It was a sale day It was a shopping spree When I realized that the merchandise was consuming me I felt my brain respond I had a coupon I saw the big display I was mesmerized as I joined the line for the give-away Buy one, try one Buy one, get one free There was some tiny print Under the fine print There was a guarantee Specially designed by creative minds for seducing me And in the showcases, hundreds of faces Looking like long-lost friends Lining all the aisles with their plastic smiles of encouragement Buy one, try one Buy one, get one free And all the shopping malls Seemed to call my name And all the lights invited me in... I tried to turn my head But it was no good I tried to close my eyes But I lost it all To the siren call of the merchandise Buy one, try one Buy one, get one free
3.
Cradle 04:09
I was a troubled child in a strange and troubled world Where we watched for guided missiles from the heavens Now I'm grown and the world has changed The bombs are everywhere Guided by vengeance and a prayer Sleep now, my little baby I'll rock your cradle And maybe things will be better someday If they don't get worse I watched a troubled world on a black and white TV When they shot them down in Dallas and in Memphis Now I'm grown, and the world has changed The gunmen live next door And cameras watch convenience stores (repeat chorus) I watched my heroes leave their footprints on the moon But they wandered off the path that leads to heaven And I sometimes feel I'm far from home In a world that's cold and wild Lost like some milk container child Sweet dreams, my darling Rachel I'll tuck you in And maybe things will be better someday If they don't get worse Hush now, my sweet Amanda I'll kiss your hair And maybe things will be better someday
4.
She's Cool 04:01
There she goes, my friend She moves just like a dream And she looks so good in her pre-washed jeans But I'm stuck behind a counter, taking orders From all of these suburban sons and daughters Fast food and carbonated water And I go wild at just the thought of her She's cool as fins on a Cadillac She's fine as California wine That's right, the girl is on the fast track How I wish she were mine Here she comes again I think she looked my way But it's hard to tell--she's always wearing shades And girls wish that they could imitate her Boys try but they just can't penetrate her I'm a guy who'd sure appreciate her If I could only get a date with her She's cool as fins on a Cadillac She's fine as California wine That's right, she knows that she's a class act How I wish she were mine Now, everybody knows I'm just an ordinary guy And everybody says it shows But I suppose I'm not too cool to try Do you think I'm just a fool to pursue her? I should stay at home and play with my computer I tell myself I could mean something to her If I could only be as cool as her But she's sharp as fins on a Cadillac She's fine as California wine That's right, my heart has been hijacked How I wish she were mine She's a runaway train on a steep track A jet plane warming up on the tarmac A heroine in a Harlequin paperback A fashion queen on a teen magazine rack She's the razor's edge, she's the leader of the pack A man-eater looking for a quick snack She's a current event, she's a matter of fact She invades my dreams in a pre-dawn sneak attack (she's cool...so cool) I'm gonna learn to rap and slick my hair back Play some air guitar and always wear black Let 'em laugh, let 'em talk behind my back Let 'em have their fun, let 'em give me flack I'm gonna get that girl, I'm gonna get the knack I want to park my car in her cul-de-sac
5.
He always wanted to drive that car He really wanted to have that girl But for guys like him, it could only happen In a television world She always wanted to look that good She never wanted to be so shy And she would not resist a small-screen kiss Under a television sky (chorus): A television sky, a Technicolor moon You never have to leave your living room And on the day you die, actresses will cry In the artificial rain from the television sky He always wanted to be that tough She had a weakness for blue eyes Though they had not yet met Through the TV set they shared a television sky (repeat chorus) And she drifted off in the blue screen light And she found herself on a wind-swept beach And he drifted off in the blue screen night Where he found himself on the same white sand And her lips met his as the music swelled And the moon seemed almost within their reach And they walked on past the supporting cast When the scene was changed by an unseen hand There was trouble brewing in Paradise There were complications and surprises Cops and mobsters, guns and knives And messages from advertisers Parties where the laughs rang hollow Moments of uncomfortable silence Twisted plots too hard to follow Incidents of random violence A tide that turned and left them back On the sand on the beach in the fade to black... He really wanted to watch that game She loved the show with the private eye They fought for the remote control As the credits rolled Against the television sky (repeat chorus)
6.
Hey kids, have you heard the news Sweeping across the nation? You've got to see these two or three Singing, songwriting sensations! From Basking Ridge to Bear Mountain bridge Everybody's talking about 'em From the interstate to the internet The fans are wild, the word is out, and I can't wait to see the show Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’) Everyone I know's just dying to go To see Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’) Playing the Taylor guitar, that's Joe In his brand-new jeans and sneakers Dan's over there on the Casio With its tiny keys and built-in speakers I'm gonna sit in the very first row To see Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’) I'd drive a hundred miles in the snow To see Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’) Like Superman and Lois and Krypto Like Groucho, Harpo, Chico and Zeppo They were born to perform together, you know Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’) They can make you cry They can make you laugh They can touch your heart with their magic You can ask them for an autograph But you might not get your pen back It doesn't cost a lot of dough To see Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’) You won't hear 'em on the radio So come to the show and see Dan, Joe and Mo’ But what I really want to know is Who the heck is this kid named Mo? Who's the third voice in the trio With Pelletier and Giacoio? With a name like Mo it's hard to know If he plays bass or she sings soprano Maybe Mo will steal the show Would Dan get mad? Would Joe feel low? It's almost time--come on, let's go To see Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’) I can't wait to see the show... I'm gonna sit in the very first row, to see... It doesn't cost a lot of dough, to see... And maybe Mo will steal the show From Dan and Joe (and sometimes Mo’)...
7.
Red River, God knows we were not prepared Even though we know the wind and snow The small town where I was born has disappeared And I've got nowhere to go Someday we will once again be dry The water will return to the sky There's a Red Cross tent with canned food and blankets There's a river where a playground used to be On a rooftop someone has painted "Mom I'm OK," hoping she'll see Someday we will once again be dry The water will return to the sky When the President flies home, the cameras go with him And we're still standing in the rain First we shake our fists and curse at Heaven Then we bow our heads and pray Someday we will once again be dry The water will return to the sky Someday we will once again be dry The water will return to the sky
8.
There's a look that you get when you're looking at me And I try to deny that it's serious There's a thing in your eyes that you think I don't see And it's starting to come between us And I'm mostly afraid of the things you don't say And I hate to complain, but I do it anyway chorus: I'm talking to you I said I'm talking to you I can't stand not knowing where I stand And I can't stand thinking what you might be thinking Lips and hearts should go hand in hand I'm trying to get through I'm talking to you There's a chill in the air as you sit in your chair And carefully chew your vegetables There's a sound that I hate when you're scraping your plate And I'm thinking it might be intentional We've had these frozen dinners for far too long Why don't you spit it out? Tell me what's going on (repeat chorus) Why do you talk to the TV more than to me? Don't be so remote; devote some time to me I'm talking to you I said I'm talking to you I can't stand not knowing where I stand And I can't stand thinking what you might be thinking Lips and hearts should go hand in hand I'm trying to get through I'm trying to get through... I'm talking to you I said I'm talking to you I can't stand not knowing where I stand And I can't stand thinking what you might be thinking Lips and hearts should go hand in hand I'm trying to get through I'm talking to you I'm talking to you
9.
It's another lonely Saturday night In the tiny studio apartment where I live All by myself Now, I can't sleep so I go downstairs And the night is warm, and everywhere I see hearts spray-painted on walls and fences And lovers have taken all the park benches And I feel so sad - too sad for words If I had some bread I'd feed these birds If I had some sense I'd go back to bed But I end up going downtown instead And the people look sharp; they're nicely dressed But that just makes me more depressed I want the whole world to feel as bad as me Because misery loves company Misery Everybody talks about misery No, it isn't just me Nine out of ten of my friends agree That misery loves company Misery loves company So I order a double at a singles bar And I watch TV while some creeps watch me The sports guy runs down the losing scores And they show some athletic injury And I think of all the times that I got hurt In exploratory sexual surgery And this barroom gloom is an operating room For ghouls who feed on misery Misery Everybody suffers some misery You can take it from me Everybody wants a little sympathy And misery loves company Misery loves company It's not the alcohol that calls us all It just lubricates our emptiness It's not the cheap draft beer that brings us here We've got misery to thank for our togetherness It starts to get late and I think how I hate This crazy dating industry Everyone laughs at some infantile joke And the smell of smoke starts to get to me And the floor is littered with cigarette butts And I'm eating complementary nuts Ignoring guys with big beer guts Who won't stop coming on to me Then I notice this guy from the corner of my eye He almost blends in with the scenery As he sits and thinks and nurses his drink But there's something about him that appeals to me And he runs his hand through his uncombed hair As he stares at the upholstery But he'll notice me eventually Because misery loves company Misery Everybody knows about misery And it seems to me We're in the same pain emotionally And it's misery I don't want to hear about misery But inevitably I complain to you and you complain to me Because misery loves company Misery loves company Misery loves company
10.
Into My Life 02:18
Oh babe, you've gone too far now Who do you think you are? You've taken your knife And cut your way into my life Oh babe, you've gone too far now Thought that you knew the score You've taken your knife And cut your way into my life Okay, you say you think you know me But some other one is in your head No way, you're never gonna show me 'Cause the neighborhood is overfed And I'm not sorry (Repeat first verse) Oh, no, there's angels undercover And your other lover's in the way And maybe you'll go the day that you discover That the neighborhood has understood That I'm not sorry You've taken your knife And cut your way into my life Into my life Into my life
11.
Give It Back 03:42
Since I was small My head's been filled with plans But there's no holding on to dreams They slip right through your hands They slip away so easily You might not even know Until the ones who love you Sadly say, "I told you so" Give it back, give it all back Nobody knows where our dreams go Give it back, give it all back You won't feel a thing ‘til tomorrow I'd sing my songs And dream of rave reviews How friends would phone to say they'd seen me On the evening news But time goes by, now I believe These dreams might not come true But, darling, you still believe in me And I believe in you Give it back… You won't feel a thing - no, no Give it back, give it all back Nobody knows where our dreams go Give it back, give it all back We may dream again tomorrow

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released May 1, 1999

Credits:
Produced by Mike Borok and E. D. Menasch?/font>
Recorded by Bill Philbrick at PM Productions, Peekskill NY (additional recording at 2nd Mortgage Studio), except for "Dan & Joe", which is a home recording. Drums on "Born" and "Flood" recorded by Chris Andersen at Nevessa Production, Woodstock, NY.
2nd Engineer - E. D. Menasch?/font>
Mixed by Mike Borok and Bill Philbrick
Mastered by Ron Kuhnke, Kingston, NY
Graphic design - Barbara Borok
Graphics - Steve Ash, Ingram Design
This record is dedicated to Rachel and Amanda – we love you more than anything.

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New Middle Class is Barbara Borok (lead vocal) and Mike Borok (guitar/vocal). Their many songwriter awards include Grand Prize in the 2003 MTL Songwriting Contest at the prestigious Kerrville Folk Festival in Texas and, most recently, finalist in the 2019 S. Florida FolkFest Songwriting Contest. They sing about relationships and current events gone awry, the origin of the universe, and desserts. ... more

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