family's complicated, and where you’re from vs. where you're going can be a real tug of war. sometimes, it’s just easier to process a subject like that through the lense of fiction… or in this case, MOSTLY fiction. telling a story like that allows you to show parts of yourself with more vulnerability and honesty than you probably could otherwise.
i'm real proud of this song. it’s like a little movie. we shot this version at my studio a couple weeks ago. michael coleman did a killer job... i love the springsteen/brilliant disguise vibe. i played it down twice, but this is the 1st take. it’s almost always the 1st one, right?… before you know what you’re supposed to be doing.
"Boston Accent", the title track from the forthcoming album, is out now: https://mattnathanson.lnk.to/bostonaccentsong
the rad album BOSTON ACCENT is out july 29th: https://mattnathanson.lnk.to/bostonaccent
filmed / directed by: Michael Coleman
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LYRICS
i was born 3000 miles from where I came alive
and i left without saying a word to start a new life
but sometimes, in some random bar,
it’ll cut through the noise
like a breeze, in the summer heat
like an old friend’s voice,
a boston accent
well, my brother he got kicked out of school
yeah, my mom threw him out,
and my sister, she lives three streets over
and two houses down
and my father is buried in town
by his father’s side,
and me, i spent my whole damn life
just trying to hide a boston accent
moving through the crowd
on that first night,
lit like angels
by the Citgo sign,
we walked across the bridge
just to kill some more time
before you had to go home
now you live in a pretty nice house
out on paul revere road,
and you married some kid from our class
who i didn’t know
and i saw you at christmas mass
and you still looked the same,
i could almost
feel your hands in my hair
and you whisper my name,
in a boston accent,
we’re moving through the crowd
on that first night,
lit like angels by the citgo sign,
we walked across the bridge
just to kill some more time
before you had to go home
now there are doors you can’t open
and some you can’t close
and my sister, she’s getting married in june
but i don’t think i’ll go
and sometimes in some random bar
it’ll cut through the noise,
like a breeze in the summer heat,
like an old friend’s voice,
and you can change every inch of your life
but your still just a boy
with a boston accent
La di di da…
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