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BURKE INGRAFFIA

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Burke Ingraffia is a jazz and folk singer/songwriter, native to New Orleans and now living in the Washington, D.C. area, writing and performing beautiful love songs about family and relationships as well as humorous commentary about the world.

Dusty Old Clock
Lyrics
There's a dusty old clock, it's two hands are frozen,
On a shelf in my closet for who knows how long.
I'm so glad that I found it. It's right twice a day
Even if the rest of the time it's wrong.

I have two hands, I have a face
Stuck in time but still getting older.
Funny, I still don't have a place.
I tried Uptown and Fairhope and Tickfaw and Boulder

And if I don't take my time time will take me
To a place where I don't want to be.
So I pray for patience
'Cause I know syncopation's
Not the same thing as missing a beat.
I've been a have. I've been a have not.
I had all the answers and then I forgot.
So I'm not looking for answers, but I do like the questions.
If you got any good ones I'll take your suggestions.

I'd like to be able not to worry about the future
Just like that old broken clock on the shelf
I've tried meditation. I have tried yoga.
It's just people bending over backwards for themselves.

And if I don't give my time, time will give me
A gift in a box that is empty
Living only for myself is my own private hell
But resting my hands does't mean I'm being stingy

And if I don't take my time time will take me
To a place where I don't want to be.
So I pray for patience
'Cause I know syncopation's
Not the same thing as missing a beat
I pray for patience
'Cause I know syncopation's
Not the same thing as missing a beat

Now is the time. Here is the place.
Some of it is mine, but most of it is grace.
That old dusty clock might have worked if I wound it.
I think I'll leave it just as I found it.

 

Business as Usual
This is a song about a saleman who gets free rein over a company.

Lyrics
My name is Bernie Berman
I am a salesman
But please, please just think of me as your best friend
I work on commission
It's a missionary position
I stay on top of what I have to say to make you spend
I may be smooth and smarmy
Got cool closing skills
But my company needs me to pay the bills

It's the artful con
It's the bad kind of beautiful
Call it what you want, I call it business as usual

The marketing department
Is polishing a turd
The most excellent of excrement
You have my word
It's the truth, the half truth,
and something but the truth
I've got a pair of three-legged pants
For the price of two

I'm the friendly fraud
Insincerely inscrutable
Call it what you want, I call it business as usual

We've got customer service
Mopping up my messes
'Cause I make a lot of promises
That are really only guesses
I got a guy who's coming back for this at 5
So you gotta buy it now,
Or it's him I'm gonna jive

I practice my smile
Just to keep it plausible
I'm the friendly fraud
Insincerely inscrutable
It's the artful con
It's the bad kind of beautiful
Call it what you want, I call it business as usual
Call it what you want, I call it business as usual
Call it what you want, I call it business as usual
Independence, Louisiana
This is a song I wrote for my grandfather who lived to be 103.

Lyrics
There's a town called Independence
The Italian families worked the farms together.
It was a time of the elements, and they say
You could see strawberry fields forever
 
Independence, Independence
There's always one on whom you can rely
Independence, Independence
Maybe it's a coincidence
But the fig trees bloom the first week of July
 
There's a man; my father's father
He lived his whole life in Independence
He still pulls the bushhog with the tractor
96 years in residence
 
Independence, Independence
There's always one on whom you can rely
Independence, Independence
And so much common sense; the two things that keep him still alive
 
After the war, he built the dairy
His brother John was gone in '49
He had Rose; she knew he loved her
Now he stays at home and stretches dimes
 
Independence, Independence
There's always one on whom you can rely
Independence, Independence
And so much common sense; the two things that keep him still alive
Maybe it's a coincidence
But the fig trees bloom the first week of July
 
There's a town called Independence
The Italian families worked the farms together.
It was a time of the elements, and they say
You could see strawberry fields forever

 

Undercover

Lyrics
When you're undercover all your vices become virtue
Nothing but the truth can hurt you
Slipping in and slipping out of sight.
When you're in hiding that's when it gets exciting
And your greatest weapon is the night

When you're a detective finding clues with silent shoes
Following the prime directive
It helps you if you have a good disguise
When you're incognito hunting down some bandito
Use your big sombrero to cover up your eyes

Watching your back and staying on your toes
Finding ways to cange your history
Covering your tracks and laying low
Seeing something in the mystery

When you're undercover all your vices become virtue
Nothing but the truth can hurt you
Slipping in and slipping out of sight.
You can pretend you're
Some kind of ninja
And your greatest weapon is the night
I told all the super heroes
I was going to reveal their alter egos
And I would have gotten away with it too
If it hadn't been for those kids
and Scooby Doo.

When you're a detective finding clues with silent shoes
Following the prime directive
It helps you if you have a good disguise
When you're cloak and dagger
Hearing every pitter-patter
Finding what's the matter with those enemy lines

Watching your back and staying on your toes
Finding ways to cange your hstory
Covering your tracks and laying low
Seeing something in the mystery

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What Others Say

  • So much music these days tries to be either cool or ironic or transgressive or morose that we think a lot of us listen to music expecting some sort of formidable-ness. Ingraffia’s music, by contrast, disarms our expectations, gives us something kinder, more sincere and playful

    Image Journal

  • Burke Ingraffia is an anomaly. He’s serious about what he does, but manages to keep it light.

    Lawrence Specker, Mobile Press-Register

  • Ingraffia’s subdued, jazzy style fits the pastoral lyrics perfectly

    OffBeat Magazine

  • Velvety vocals … multi-genre versatility

    National Catholic Register

  • 2102 Kerrville New Folk Finalist

    Kerrville Folk Festival

  • Something of a Renaissance Man

    Vancouver Sun

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