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Eclectic acoustic music brushed with hues from Mediterranean folk | Where north, south, east, west, and humanity collide
By Allison Scola and Joe Ravo
Allison Scola, vocals
Joe Ravo, guitars
Greg Maker, electric bass
Dave Mancuso, drums, percussion
Dmitry Skolovsky, button accordion, cuica
In the short shadows of 1 o’clock
We meet in the café around the block
Where the coffee’s hot and the cream is cold
Our words are soft, but our thoughts are bold
Your tie sweeps the lettuce of your B.L.T.
I fumble with my salad gracefully
There’s a look in your eye I haven’t seen before
Like there’s something you can’t hide anymore
We talk about the meeting from yesterday
And the silly things clients say
How we really nailed the presentation
And suddenly you say, “The boots are staying on.”
The boots are staying on
You look me up and down and point to my feet
My face floods pink, and my voice grows weak
I pull myself together after coming undone
And you say it again, “The boots are staying on.”
The boots are staying on
I laugh out loud with curiosity
Excited that you think these things about me
I want to play you like an accordion
I lean in and say, “The boots are staying on.”
The boots are staying on
At 2 o’clock I’m back at my desk
It’s hard to focus on what to do next
I can only think about tomorrow at one
When we meet at yours, and the boots are staying on
The boots are staying on
In the short shadows of 1 o’clock
We meet in the café around the block
Where the coffee’s hot and the cream is cold
Our words are soft, but our thoughts are bold
The boots are staying on
The boots are staying on