As you make your to do list for today, write down, “Buy Washington Square Serenade.” Steve Earle’s first studio recording of new songs in three years is worth every dime.
For those of you who don’t know him, Steve’s first record, Guitar Town, came out in 1986 to rave reviews and afforded him fame that almost killed him, literally. His addictions took him apart and put him in prison for a time. What he has pulled from the ashes of that existence is a thoughtful presence, a tenacious spirit, and some wonderful music. His latest recording chronicles his move from Nashville to New York City and his marriage to fellow singer Allison Moorer. (Yes, she is quite a bit younger.)
The single from the record is “City of Immigrants,” which reflects the spirit of the whole project. (The video is a performance on Letterman.)
Livinā in a city of immigrants
I donāt need to go travelinā
Open my door and the world walks in
Livinā in a city of immigrantsLivinā in a city that never sleeps
My heart keepinā time to a thousand beats
Singinā in languages I donāt speak
Livinā in a city of immigrantsCity of black
City of white
City of light
City of innocentsCity of sweat
City of tears
City of prayers
City of immigrantsLivinā in a city where the dreams of men
Reach up to touch the sky and then
Tumble back down to earth again
Livinā in a city that never quitsLivinā in a city where the streets are paved
With good intentions and a peopleās faith
In the sacred promise a statue made
Livinā in a city of immigrantsCity of stone
City of steel
City of wheels
Constantly spinnināCity of bone
City of skin
City of pain
City of immigrantsAll of us are immigrants
Every daughter, every son
Everyone is everyone
All of us are immigrants – everyoneLivinā in a city of immigrants
River flows out and the sea rolls in
Washinā away nearly all of my sins
Livinā in a city of immigrantsCity of black
City of white
City of light
Livinā in a city of immigrantsCity of sweat
City of tears
City of prayers
Livinā in a city of immigrantsCity of stone
City of steel
City of wheels
Livinā in a city of immigrantsCity of bone
City of skin
City of pain
City of immigrants
All of us are immigrants
Peace,
Milton
I was the first in my circle of friends to “discover” Steve way back when. He sort of fell off my radar until your posting. I picked up this CD and for whatever reason, it took me until today to put it in my car CD player. WOW! Thanks. It was like being reunited with an old friend and picking up right where we left off. Hmmm…even though we’ve never met in person, that’s what reading your postings feel like too. Thanks for the many blessings you share. Rich