Track 5 of the EP People on Our Street · 2017
The Accordion Man at Pier Nine
“He sets his stool by the ferry steps at a quarter to six, like clockwork. We play it a bit like his squeezebox, wheezy and warm.”
jazz-pop · jazz-pop · pier-side swing · 2:53
Lyrics
Every evening at a quarter to six He sets his stool by the ferry steps A battered case and a box of tricks And a tune for every one who steps A woman with groceries slows her pace A boy on a bike puts a foot down A sailor stops with a smile on his face The whole pier's turning around Play it, play it, accordion man Squeeze out the sunset as only you can Coins in the case and a song in the air Strangers are dancing without a care Play it, play it, accordion man Take us all home with the swing of your hand Pier Nine is a ballroom when you play Let it play, let it play He doesn't know any of our names But he knows exactly what we need Something to make the day feel the same As a Saturday, a little freed When the last boat leaves the dock He plays it slow and he plays it low Hats come off along the block And the harbour lamps all glow Play it, play it, accordion man Squeeze out the sunset as only you can Coins in the case and a song in the air Strangers are dancing without a care Play it, play it, accordion man Take us all home with the swing of your hand Pier Nine is a ballroom when you play Let it play, let it play Let it play, accordion man