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Left On Harrison Street

by Nikita Boone

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1.
Alone At Christmas 03:07
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Alone at Christmas, help me up the step's so steep Bus Driver, my conversation is cheap Merry Christmas my friend, wake me up before I reach my final stop Alone at Christmas, I fear I slept for far too long Bus driver is it not a sin we ride alone At Christmas time, let our hearts light our way each mile home There may be presents, there may be food at every chair But Driver, I'm feeling fine, why should I care That it's Christmas tonight, and I'm feeling oh so right Mr. Driver and me you can see we're alright, alone at Christmas Alone at Christmas and as I drift off to sleep I notice up in the sky so dark so deep One less lonely star, I am home, Merry Christmas all, is well All is well
2.
Another High In The 90s 06:16
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Another high in the 90's in the shade for 7 days and it won't rain before the eclipse moon there's been a hound out my window and his name is Jimmy Fear and he won't leave a penny when he goes I lost my job with the union but I never lost my pride I lost my wife to the birth of my first child I got a job in the truck yard, Mr. Baker he can't know but my woman ain't comin' back no more I thanked the lord above for giving me my taste but in that morning heat I wilt what was he doin' when he tore me from her breast oh lord its midnight let it rain let it rain let it rain Instrumental Bridge Again Now it's a hundred degrees and it sure don't look like rain and there's a man got a job for me downtown if I could just shake this feelin' that I'm losing all I won I'd be free of the dog named Jimmy Fear 2nd: (Then I'd be free of the hound named Jimmy Fear And he won't leave a penny when he goes)
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Fresh Paint 02:52
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Well I went walkin' to the grocery store to find myself a job Well that store owner just laughed in my face he said, "I don't hire no slob!" So Fresh Paint I need another coat of fresh paint I'm in trouble if I can't find another can of fresh paint Well I was talkin' with my fiance, a diamond ring in my hand When I said, "Honey will you marry me?" she just held her nose and ran So Fresh Paint I need another coat of fresh paint I'm in trouble if I can't find another can of fresh paint Scrape me, sand me, wash me, prime me, paint me Well now I'm feelin' like a million bucks, new job and new fiance So if you wanna get ahead in this life there's just one thing you gonna need Freshp Ain't I finally understood what they meant Made lemonade from my lament I finally got a coat of fresh paint Freshp Ain't I finally am the perfect gent I only needed to reinvent I finally got a can of Fresh Paint
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Hillary's Flat 03:55
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Hillary’s flat a Jersey cat Turf welcome mat at Hillary’s flat She compensates you resonate at Hillary’s flat Hillary’s flat too bad you say Hillary’s flat and that’s okay She compensates you resonate she decorates A God’s eye here and a crystal there A pendant tear at Hillary’s flat A heart shaped box her woollen socks Hillary’s flat a place I go a place I grow a place I know She compensates you resonate Hillary’s flat She moved there back in ‘71 When we still knew John Lennon By ‘81 she’d bought the flat By then she lost her Jersey Cat She painted, she plastered, she fixed it good In ‘91 reworked the wood And that year when the buildings fell Hillary’s flat withstood that hell yes Yonder back in old ‘01 Hillary’s flat still warm still fun She compensates you resonate Hillary’s flat it matters not I drove her home from school one day And dropped her at her parent’s house She thanked me in her peasant blouse I should have stopped her, stayed to talk But I was just a child myself How would I know our lives would split Like milk the forty years be spilt Hillary’s flat would be her home Our fortress now my epic poem My life has run another course, at times a treadmill always a force And now I go to Hillary's Flat but I've imagined all of that They say the universe is just so vast, if you imagine it, it comes to pass So someone on some world somewhere at Hillary's Flat has come to share The joys of all that's Hillary, better him perhaps than me Hillary's Flat, a Jersey Cat, turf welcome mat at Hillary's Flat She compensates, you resonate, she elevates Hillary's Flat, a heart shaped box, her woollen socks, her blond ringed locks A song I started long ago it has not ended although it's slowed I wear the song like an old hat, that's okay Hillary's Flat And if I sing it all off key well that's okay, that's Hillary That's okay, Hillary's Flat, she compensates, you resonate and if I sing it all off key, well that's okay, that's Hillary
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I Can't Love You Anymore 03:36
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Kiss me not Take me not into your heart Touch me not Don't say you want me Hold me not 'cause I can't love you anymore Leave me now Let our time slip through your hands Run from me For I will follow Hold me not 'cause I can't love you anymore It's the little things about you There's your crooked little smile There's a second heart within me Lately hostile and wild Hold me not 'cause I can't love you anymore Fools rush in it's true and tragic But it's worse when fools rush out This I know for I am one now A love addict strung out You're a river running through me Yet I dare not sail away I don't want to say I love you I don't want a feeling from you I can't bear to think of you 'cause I can't love you anymore
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Mr. 'oo 04:03
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Teen Depression wrought my obsession with you Your progressions and bold expressions rang true You sang the words that were in my mind And now it's time I repay in kind I'm like you, Mister 'oo I'm like you, you're like me Teens grow up someday, the decades fly by too soon You showed new worlds to me, Baba and being in tune But sex will lure us the other way The tug of war, you made that okay I'm like you, Mister 'oo I'm like you, you're like me The night when Keith collapsed you know you should have picked me But that's a small regret, only teenage debris I wrote two songs and they both love me And you're a part of my family I'm like you, Mister 'oo I'm like you, you're like me Mister 'oo, I'm like you Mister 'oo, You're like me
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Taken You, Taken Me 02:36
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Oh my word what do I live for When just your voice can make my blood raw If I could tell you now I'd jump at just the chance That my mind's made up You're my loving' cup I invite you to my dance I'm not good at all this small talk I'm really not one to intrude But you'd make my life complete like the last turn of a screw I have taken you Where you have taken me No, I'm not smart but I can see Your friends and you would laugh at me I could not control myself the bell chimed out of tune I have taken you Where you have taken me I have taken you
8.
Tea For Coffee 03:36
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He lived slowly, rode the trolly He never drew much attention She served coffee in her cafe And every Thursday he would long to join her She dressed sweetly But incompletely to hide the woman she had blossomed into Rain or blue sky still he'd drive by He swore 'someday' but each day would pass by He lived alone beside a TV And lately given up his Tea for coffee He never knew the aftertaste could be so sweet Then one May day, on his payday He bought the flowers he would offer to her But as he drew near he just steered clear He saw another man with arms around her He rents a flat now in the country And having given up his tea for coffee Believes he'll never know the sweet, dark taste of love He sets his easel by a park bench He knows the bitter sweet of tea for coffee Another day, another still life for his wall She was married and miscarried He turned to stone and for years they drifted Sold the cafe, went their own ways She lives alone now in a flat near Ely He sets his easel by a park bench He knows the bitter sweet of tea for coffee Another day, another still life for his wall He paints his still life watercolours And lately shares some of his tea for coffee She loves the flowers that he paints her most of all
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The Finishing Touch 04:20
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What do you say when your lover says nothing at all What do you do when she leaves with her friends but not you Where do you hide from the loneliness tracking you down The wind only died when I tried to explain And the finishing touch is the rain Why was I trying to capture what cannot be caught Fool, you were blind to a truth you could never be taught Kisses like Cabernet gone in the blink of her eye Empty and flat she brings no wine and no love tonight Photographs fade over time and a heart lays unclaimed Teardrops and ink make a messy refrain And the finishing touch is the rain I never knew heartache like this I never knew I could cry so Tears fall unshared at our goodbye No words that once meant so much And the rain is the finishing touch Am I an afterthought all that is left of my life Memories fade like the drawing of shades And the finishing touch is the rain
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Up On Grand 03:50
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The hours stretch to dawn I put the past behind me Venus high in the sky Burning she’s shining brightly My life it clings to a doorway A cat smiles up in my face A rat a tat tat with a cane and a cap The irregular feel of the world of the street There's no place to fall when you can't fall asleep Unwilling to take it alone But up on Grand nothing comes easy Waking fire born on a thin blue line Before I couldn't understand the makings of a man The makings of a happy man It's a man up on Grand Up on Grand Always a quiet man I never killed the loner Thousands bubble in my soul But dreams wash away before they can grow Sleepers they can dream Lovers they wrestle as one I feel their touch upon my face The smell of death on a baby's first breath We were happy to be happy and free Unwilling to take it on alone Up on Grand nothing comes easy Waking fire born on a thin blue line Before I couldn't understand the makings of a man The makings of a happy man Spent the night up on Grand no I couldn't understand The makings of a happy man Just a night up on Grand Up on Grand Up on Grand

about

The band originated in mid '70s New Jersey with Funcheon on vocals and drums, Butcher on vocals and bass, Myke Connell on vocals and guitar and me, Jay Greenfield, on no vocals and loud guitar.

One night, on our way to Jay's Stone House to look at buying our own Voice of the Theater PA system, we were all drinking beer in the back of the van, as you do, and playing 'If so and so married so and so, then who would you have?' Butcher came up with the Kruschev/Paladin scenario and 'Nikita Boone' was quickly born. It had a nice ring to it and we still think it does. We bought the PA and painted it white. It looked good next to the light blue stools we piled our amps on.

We rented a rehearsal studio in Morristown and invested in some heating oil to keep us from freezing to death at band practice. The band improved and so we decided to invite some people around to our space to enjoy the music. Those 200 people got us kicked out that night and we couldn't even take our oil with us.

Butcher soon left the band to play bass with another band that was actually working, so we regrouped with Myke playing bass, Vic Harrison doing vocals and guitar and Bob McHugh doing lead vocals. It was time to make a committment so we rented a house in White Meadow Lake and felt like we were a real band, except for the day jobs. Many of us drove school busses for the Parillo Transportation Company gathering autistic children across northern New Jersey and bringing them to special schools in Princeton and New Brunswick, and then returning them after the school day. Funcheon had some job involving plastics. Then we would practice. And drink beer. And play out.

At the end of the season, when the regular people came back to White Meadow Lake to enjoy their summer, with their undrained lake, we all went our separate ways and Nikita Boone was little more than a cassette tape and a lot of sweet memories. I am sure the irate fathers were happy to see us go.

In the '90s the remnants of several '60s bands were reassembled as BooneScuttle5 and began playing '60s Garage Rock around New Jersey, which they are still doing today. And very well, I might add.

In 2012, Kentucky based Vic Harrison, and his wife Sue, visited me, and my wife Sue, at our lovely country home in Cambridgeshire, UK. Vic had been writing songs and I thought Audacity would be a good software to use so we could each contribute tracks to his work. It went on for many months and the singing and playing improved dramatically so we upgraded to Cubase and brought in our old drummer, Funcheon, and his wife Rachel, who once again live in New Jersey. He added a genuine level of professionalism and pretty soon there was a nice body of work of which we were all proud.

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released August 30, 2018

Vic Harrison - Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards
Jay Greenfield - Guitars, Keyboards
Bill Funcheon - Drums

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