DAY BY DAY
Jazzanova & Lounge - Shakatak With Al Jarreau Lyrics
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Everything is out of my hands
I'm losing control
I've lost all control
Everything is out of my hands
Everything is out of my hands
I'm losing control
I've lost all control
Fuck it
The song "Day By Day" by Jazzanova and Lounge featuring Shakatak with Al Jarreau is an ode to the daily grind of work and the ups and downs of life. The song's opening lines describe a scene of a car being pulled up onto a rack, with the singer waiting in a pit, a metaphorical representation of the waiting and uncertainty that life can bring. The singer is hopeful that the person driving the car will come back to them, though it seems faithless.
The second verse introduces Leonard Cohen, who is rumored to be working a day job for inspiration and a living wage. It's a nod to the sacrifices that artists often have to make to pursue their passions, as well as the ongoing struggle of balancing creative pursuits with economic necessities. The chorus then picks up, with the singer saying he'll beg if he has to for a chance to hear the person's story, and that he is always ready to help fix a car or write a tune.
The song's final verse introduces the image of Saint Joan in a white Charger, looking for a way to end it all. But the singer stops her, offering to take a look under the hood, to fix what's wrong, and to be there for her. It's a metaphor for the idea that even in the darkest moments, hope and help can still be found.
Overall, the song is a celebration of the everyday struggles that people face, and the idea that through perseverance and collaboration, people can make it through even the toughest of times.
Line by Line Meaning
You drive your car in, pull it up on the rack
You arrive to get your car fixed and park it in the garage
You promise me faithlessly that you'll be back
You make empty promises to return
I wait in the pit, it's the fate I have earned
I wait for your return, as it is the destiny I've been assigned
For believing some day you'll return
I believed that you would come back someday
To the streets of New York from my tower of song
From my creative space high above the city, I long to return to the streets
I come down to work where the common folk throng
I leave my tower to work among the everyday people
In my famous blue shirt with its patch that says Len
I wear my distinctive blue shirt that identifies me as Len
Then I go back to write songs again
After work, I return to my tower and resume writing songs
Leonard Cohen is working a day job they say
There's a rumor that Leonard Cohen works a regular job for money
For bizarre inspiration and hourly pay
Perhaps he does so for strange inspiration and minimum wage
And I swear by the grease in the crease of my hand
I promise by the dirt on my hands
If you need speedy lubin', I'll prove
I'm your man
If you need quick oiling, I'm your guy
I'll beg if I must, 'cause I'm aching to hear
Your story, as I check your brakes front and rear
I'll plead if I have to because I'm anxious to hear you talk while I inspect your car
Can you play a sad waltz on your cheap violin
Did you have a good time in Berlin
Can you play a sorrowful tune on your affordable instrument? Did you enjoy your trip to Berlin?
If Saint Joan should pull in, in her Charger of white
And ask if it all could be finished tonight
I'd say, "Let me take a look under your hood
All that smoke doesn't look very good"
I'm on fire
If Saint Joan (or anyone else) drove in and asked me to finish the job tonight, I'd say sure, but your car looks like it's smoking too much. I'm working hard to please you
Leonard Cohen is working a day job they say
It's part of the price every artist must pay
It's rumored that Leonard Cohen works a regular job: such is the price of being an artist
And I swear by the crud and the blood on my hands
If you need a tune this afternoon
I'm your man
I promise by the dirt and wounds on my hands, if you need a song this afternoon, I'm your guy
And I swear by the monkey wrench clenched in my hand
If you lack something basic in black
I'm your man
I promise by the wrench in my hand, if you need something basic in black, I'm your guy
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Written by: Ryan Hasani
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