"Doc Pomus" as written by and Benjamin Scott/hornby Folds....
Man in a wheelchair
Lobby of the forest
With freighters, hustlers, hard up millionaires

Mobsters, cops,
Whores, pimps, and Marxists
All human life is there
In the forest all you need is eyes and ears

Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter
Writes down all the insane crap he hears.

He can't move around but it doesn't really matter
In the farthest stall you needed his eyes and ears

And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962

And he could never be one of those happy cripples
The kind that smile and tell you life's okay.

He was mad as hell.
Frightened and bitter,
He found a way to make his feelings pay.

Back at the forest in the steakhouse of a lobby
A diner gets 3 bullets in the head.

Doc looks down eating his linguine
Thinking up a lyric for the dead.

And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962
1962

Friendly Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector
? and Eydie Gorme
Damon Runyon Junior and the ? orchestra
All super human life is there
In the forest all you need is eyes and ears

And he could never be one of those happy cripples
The kind that smile and tell you life's okay
He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter.
He found a way to make his isolation pay.

And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962

And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962


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"Doc Pomus" as written by Benjamin Scott Folds Ben Folds

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    General CommentThis is a bio-tune mostly about Jerome “Doc Pomus” Felder but also to a certain extent it seems about the Brill Building sound in general. (None of this is surprising now that I see how much Nick Hornby has written about the music business) Doc Pomus along with Mort Shuman composed a ridiculous number of popular tunes during the height of the Brill Building Sound, “Turn Me Loose”, “Lonely Avenue” and “Suspicion” among them. They are a if not the prime example of this sound. Doc was crippled by polio in his childhood and confined to a wheelchair and for many years he holed up in a hotel in NYC called “The Forrest”. Doc never lacked for material as he was emerged in a time and place in New York where all he had to do was watch the life that swarmed around him. He even stopped song writing at one point and just ran a big stakes Poker game that was, as far as I could tell, taken down by the Mob. I’m so glad for this song, although it just scratches the surface of someone who reads as THE most colorful character in the history of Rock and Roll, it was great trying to piece together the puzzle pieces Nick and Ben put in the song (especially hard to find bits about Doc’s time at the Forrest). It is a brilliant piece of work as is the entire album…not bad for a “Coffee shop” work eh Mr. Ben? This link is a pretty good overview of Doc and his career in Music spencerleigh.demon.co.uk/…
    Splerbon November 18, 2010   Link

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