The STEVE CONTE NYC Album 
Produced By Steve Conte 
All Music & Lyrics By Steve Conte (c) 2014

Steve Conte; Lead & Backing Vocals, Electric & Acoustic Guitars, 
(12 String, Slide, B-Bender), Mandolin, Dobro, 6 String Bass, 
(Bass on “Anytime At All Times”), Tambourine, Handclaps, 
John Conte; Electric & Upright Bass, 
Rich Pagano; Drums & Percussion
PLUS *SPECIAL GUESTS (Listed after each song's lyrics)

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DARK IN THE SPOTLIGHT – Well you’re a medical wonder you’re no Johnny Thunders but ya kept up quite a pace Always severely high and ya didn’t die tryin’ Well lord knows it ain’t no race Somehow ya stayed out of the headlines, the who’s-nearly-dead-lines, guess ya missed out on the press Then on the scene ambles some baby in shambles And now that crown of infamy’s been passed I can see it’s Dark in the spotlight One taste sets the stage right Dark in the spotlight Make it strong on a weak night it’s still the same old song is this where you belong? Though youre a self confessed fool, no celebrity death pool is gonna make a buck on you Turn up your distortion, the fame and misfortune and ya still haven’t got a clue When everyone rallied around you They left how they found you wasn’t begging for change And now that you’re older ya find that they’re c-colder They waste no time when love is all in vein Can’t ya see It’s Dark in the spotlight Get ya some make ya feel right Feeling Dark in the spotlight Turn ya on for an off night Now you think you’re thinking clear Well you got your gear Oh yeah woo hoo woo hoo Yeah yeah it’s Dark in the spotlight Just a taste set the stage right Feeling dark in the spotlight Keep it strong on a weak night It’s still the same old song You’re right where you belong Hey now can you turn me on?

*Bass – Sami Yaffa

OK DJ - Don’t breathe your doom into my face now Take all your tombstones out my ears I’m spinnin’ my records ‘round don't you disturb this sound You play your tortured soul I’ll just rock n roll All the music junkies on the dance floor Come alive when I play Pretty Things, no tears no sad requests this happy house is blessed You got yer miserable itch you’re never gonna scratch But I’m OK I’m OK Good times play when I’m the DJ My old soul on twelve-inch vinyl day-glo Could unleash the song inside your heart Aww go on and hate my guts but I know I ain’t nuts I do my honest work and you do the jerk (crank it!) I’m OK I’m OK I let the good times play ‘cause I’m the DJ DJ DJ yeah yeah I’m OK, I’m OK Bon temps rouler I’m the DJ Do the Twist now the Boogie Bop On my hit list now listen to the needle drop I’m OK I’m OK Bon temps rouler I’m the DJ DJ yeah yeah yeah yeah I’m OK, I’m OK Just let me play I’m the DJ

*Rhythm Guitar – Dregen, Backing Vocal & rap – Paul-Ronney Angel, Group Vocals - Phil Stewart & SC

SHE BLINDS - All my senses have been heightened since I set my sights on Brighton where she lives in a humble seaside flat Shining like some golden idol making feelings like a tidal wave come over me I was afraid of that She’s like a wind so strong Got me hanging on for life and then she smiles like the sun in my eyes She’s holding me so tight She could make a dim light shine she’s Like a star so bright she blinds I’ve avoided all those highways all the cold Midwestern skyways where I’d meet a girl surely in distress Then somehow I came upon her with no red flag warning on her I just waved the white you know the rest yes She’s like a wind so strong Got me hanging on for life Is that her smile or the sun in my eyes? She’s holding me so tight even my dull light shines She’s like a star so bright she blinds Yeah she’s like a wind so strong Got me hanging on for life and then she smiles like the sun in my eyes She’s holding me so tight she could make dim light shine yeah like a star so bright she blinds yeah with a love so bright she blinds yeah she blinds

*B3 Organ & piano – Rami Jaffee

WHAT WOULD I DO IF I WERE ME? - What would i do if i were me? I’d get me a home across the sea Live the king that I could be That’s what I’d do if I were me What would I do if I were you? I wouldn’t do what they told me to Wouldn’t believe a word was true That’s what I’d do if I were you (Et toi? Bon temps rouler! Enculé!) What would we do if we were them? First get some money coming in Love laugh drink, dance and sing That’s what we’d do if we were them Come on now now What would i do if i were me? I’d get me a home across the sea Live like the king that I could be That’s what I’d do if I were me What would i do if i were me? I’d get me a home across the sea Live like the king that I could be That’s what I’d do if I were me That’s what I’d do if I were me That’s what I’d do if I were me

* Bass – Keith Christopher, Guest Guitar Solos – Dregen, Ginger Wildheart, Accordian - Kenny Margolis, Washboard - Boris Kinberg

ANYTIME AT ALL TIMES - Any time at all times Back when we were small-time Living just ball times never lacked lust Cheap Rosé and roses Kids with golden noses Always good to go yeah and never enough Keeping up the Joneses love in double doses Coulda been in showbiz kicking it rough Kids out in the hallway Boogie nights and all day I can tell ya always we had stuff Anytime at all times We’re trouble enough Anytime at all times Gimme that love Mister and Missus Jones will need the matrimonial Laying where the folks ain’t home eighteen and euphoria Any time at all times Up against the wall times Rockin’ till we crawl times feelin’ like love Kitchen and the hallway every night and all day anytime ya call baby we could hang tough Anytime at all times Anytime at all times Anytime at all times , waiting on a call time Feelin’ like love like love like love Anytime at all times Anytime at all times Anytime at all times, back when we were small-time Feelin’ like love like love

* B3 organ – Rami Jaffe, Backing Vocals – Crystal Taliefero, Piano – Andrew Hollander

ROCK AND RYE QUEEN - He met her down at Walter's bar
A little sheep in a wolf skin cloak In her eyes were fading stars She could not hide behind her whiskey and coke It's a mystery to me How they've stayed so long in this town Little sister's having twins And they're just having one more round till they spin Breaking up tonight and tomorrows scene Are lonely grey hours that lie in-between They stumble outside, a red-eyed king and his Rock and Rye Queen They waste away the time staring at the faceless young From a perch of naugahyde They're soaking up the news if the TV’s on Breaking up tonight and last nights scene Were unemployed hours of big dollar dreams He staggers outside, his one good eye on his Rock and Rye Queen Her majesty Come around closing time they're holding on tight He's been around and she's been down Every day all the time Christmas eve New Year’s Night And they're holding on tight Breaking up the night piss away the time Stagger outside and they're Breaking up the night wasted all the time Stumble outside red-eyed with his Rock and Rye Queen Rock and Rye Queen Stagger outside red-eyed with his Rock and Rye Queen He's just a king with his casual crown She sets 'em up and they're knocking them down Rock and Rye Queen

*Group Vocals & Handclaps – Phil Stewart & SC

LADY LUCK - Gamblin’ Jack in his junk Cadillac and a sharkskin suit Met some casino queen heart of stone and a diamond tooth Love ‘em fast n hard He’s women’s gift from god Aye Oh Player girl let ya go Now you got a taste Aye Oh player, how could ya know? she held the ace You’re the king of the world with a crooked crown Another day in the life of a fool falling down With your face in the muck That’s Lady Luck You’re on a losing streak Jack, she smelled like a winner But like the dice she rolled ya - no lucky beginner She busted your glass jaw, it’s the karmic law She really left you raw You’re Healin’ and dealin’ Aye Oh Player girl let ya go Ya got no case Aye Oh player, how could ya know? With her pokerface You’re the king of the world with a crooked crown Another day in the life of a fool falling down With your face in the muck Come on Lady Luck She called your Blind Man’s Bluff You’re the king of the world with a crooked crown Another day in the life of a fool falling down With your face in the muck and both feet stuck Ya got stiff competition so try not to suck You’re the king of the world the lord of the land Shiek in the desert with your head in the sand While you’re passing the buck Call it Lady Luck Down on Lady Luck Got no Lady Luck

* Lead Guitar – Sylvain Sylvain, Bass – Dennis Dunaway, Saxophone – Michael Monroe, Group Vocals – Sylvain Sylvain & SC, Phil Stewart & SC

BROKEN SPOKE SALOON -You stood there by the jukebox a drink in hand The seat beside me opened up by closing time we were friends We shared a hundred drunken nights I loved your laugh and your wide-eyes Ya kept me comin back but something changed You couldn’t make the rent so you went straight But I kept on believing I’d get my twist of fate Now I wonder when you look at me Do ya see a piece of your history? Something that’s too far gone to reclaim I love ya just the same Don’t’ be a stranger don’t back out A real true friend is so rare in this town And if you sink go flat broke I’ll get the drinks If you get the jokes At the Broken Spoke There’s a certain hesitation in your voice Ya told me in that dump downtown ya never had a choice Ya said “Some of us are born too loose - And some escape the self made noose” We used to play hangman and sing Oak Ridge Boys get high and eat frozen Almond Joys Don’t’ be a stranger don’t stay down True friends are so rare in this town And if you sink go flat broke, I’ll get the drinks, If you get the jokes At the Broken Spoke we used to dance a country waltz and slur a tune I’m hoping some day you’ll come back To your regular seat at the Broken Spoke Saloon Don’t’ be a stranger, don’t back out A real true friend it’s a jewel in the crown And if I sink, go flat broke, you get the drinks down at the Broken Spoke Yeah don’t be a stranger my friend don’t be a stranger no way Don’t you know that it’s true I’m gonna love you no matter what you do.

* B3 Organ - Rami Jaffee, Piano – Kyf Brewer, Harmonica – Paul-Ronney Angel, Backing Vocals – Tracie Hunter, Phoebe White, Coco Brewer

HAPPY HOUR – You can meet me here at Happy Hour when you’re feeling bad, Every day I’m here for Happy Hour – how come I’m still sad? Misery loves company so let my people in, when the clock strikes Happy Hour again.

TAX FREE - I’ll be fine don’t you worry ‘bout me i just bought some wine and cigarettes i ain’t worked a day in weeks I got nothing to hide from the IRS so i wake up on the floor i can’t take New York any more there’s nothing for me here and i don’t even care i got a tax free future down in Delaware it’s as good a place as any to live like a bum they got one arm bandits in the cumberland farms i’m gonna give up love give up art put a white trash picket fence around my heart so i’ll start it all again it costs too much in the state i’m in i won’t shave my scruff or wash my greasy hair these luxuries will be tax free down in Delaware Now if i win that lottery in the first state i’m gonna buy me a steak dinner and a half baked plan and if I return to SOHO with cash to burn i’m gonna open up a gallery with no velvet ropes and no wanna be’s i’ll be fine don’t you worry ‘bout me I just bought some more wine more cigarettes I ain’t written a thing in weeks Yeah i’m a big joke to the New York press so I wake up on the floor i’m just an aging freelance whore don’t wanna die here in this den of despair there’s always death and taxes but no tax down in Delaware

*Pedal Steel – Jon Graboff, Drums – Rich Mercurio, Banjo – Paul-Ronney Angel, Harmonica - John Conte


ALL LYRICS & MUSIC BY STEVE CONTE (copyright 2013)

Published by Thunderdog Music / ASCAP (USA & Canada), and Teosto worldwide

PRODUCED BY STEVE CONTE except *

*Lead vocal Production: She Blinds – Gennaro Tedesco, Rock and Rye Queen – Rich Pagano, Anytime At All Times – Andrew Hollander, OK DJ – Daniel Wise

RECORDED BY: Rich Pagano & Rich Lamb @ New Calcutta Studios (NYC), Steve Conte @ The Joint (NYC), Merle Chornuk @ Atomic Sound (Brooklyn), Lee Salevan & Andrew Hollander @ SugarBox Studios (NYC), Daniel Wise @ Dan’s House Of Love (NYC), Gennaro Tedesco @ NGen productions (NYC) Christopher Cotta at Fonogenic Studios (Van Nuys, CA), Russ Russel @ Parlour Studios (Kettering, UK), VHB Studio @ Nosturi (Helsinki, FI), Huis Van Conte (Holland). Assisted by Dakota Bowman & Casey Savage

“Happy Hour” recorded live to iPhone in Ait Sri, Morocco

MIXED BY: Niko Bolas. MASTERED BY: Richard Dodd

Graphic Design by: Rich Jones


Steve Conte NYC: "The Steve Conte NYC Album" (Streaming)

The new album from Steve Conte NYC!

Produced by Steve Conte

All words & music by Steve Conte (c) 2014