The Faster Songfacts says that his seventh studio album, Modern Love debuted on #17 on the Billboard 200 for the week of July 9, 2011, making it Nathanson's most successful album to date.
The members of his band have changed over the past years. Among others, he has been accompanied by Aben Eubanks on guitar, keys and vocals, but later replaced by Aaron Tap. John Thomasson has been his bassist since 2004. Jason McKenzie was on drums until Fall 2006; Nick Amoroso on two tours from Fall 2007 through Winter 2008. His current drummer is Konrad Meissner. Before 2005, Nathanson was often accompanied by cellist Matt Fish.
Sunday New York Times
Matt Nathanson Lyrics
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Taxi waited in the street.
Gave you my keys, told you I'd try
But we both knew better didn't we?
I made my way to JFK in world record time,
Hoping I would miss the flight.
You and I were fighting sleep.
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
You were the saint, I was the liar,
At least that's how I remember it.
Left all our dreams, all our desires
On the steps of your apartment.
The Brooklyn bridge, your olive skin
Framed in black and white.
I miss how simple love could be.
When you and I were fighting sleep.
Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times
Running wild down St. Marks,
Raw and breathless in your arms.
Jumping trains to the park,
When the world was ours.
When you and I were fighting sleep.
Under the blankets promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times
In Matt Nathanson's song "Sunday New York Times," the lyrics evoke feelings of longing and nostalgia for a past relationship. The first verse describes a scene of rain falling outside while the singer gives their keys to someone and heads to the airport, hoping to miss their flight. The second verse reminisces about the past relationship, referencing the Brooklyn Bridge and the simplicity of love. The chorus repeats the lines "beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep, at least 'til we said goodbye," suggesting that the relationship ended with unfinished business and regret.
Throughout the song, Nathanson uses vivid imagery to paint a picture of what the relationship was like. The mention of jumping trains to the park and running wild down St. Marks adds a sense of youthful adventure to the memories. The tone of the song is bittersweet, capturing the conflicting emotions of missing someone but also acknowledging that the relationship had its flaws. The final line, "sometimes you're still mine between the lines of the Sunday New York Times," suggests that the singer finds comfort in reliving memories through reading the newspaper.
Overall, "Sunday New York Times" is a poignant and relatable song that captures the heartache of an unresolved past relationship and the power of nostalgia.
Line by Line Meaning
Leaves and the rain falling outside.
The weather outside is rainy and there are leaves falling down.
Taxi waited in the street.
A taxi was waiting outside on the street.
Gave you my keys, told you I'd try
But we both knew better didn't we?
The singer gave their keys to someone else and expressed that they would try to make things work, but both parties knew that it was unlikely to happen.
I made my way to JFK in world record time,
Hoping I would miss the flight.
The artist hurried to the airport hoping to miss their flight.
You and I were fighting sleep.
Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times.
The artist and their partner were struggling to stay awake and had made beautiful promises that they would keep, at least until they said goodbye. The artist still feels a connection with their partner while reading the Sunday New York Times.
You were the saint, I was the liar,
At least that's how I remember it.
The singer recalls that their partner was good and honest while they were not.
Left all our dreams, all our desires
On the steps of your apartment.
The singer and their partner abandoned their shared dreams and desires on the steps of the partner's apartment.
The Brooklyn bridge, your olive skin
Framed in black and white.
I miss how simple love could be.
The artist remembers the Brooklyn Bridge and how beautiful their partner looked with their olive skin against the backdrop of black and white. They miss how easy it was to love each other.
Running wild down St. Marks,
Raw and breathless in your arms.
Jumping trains to the park,
When the world was ours.
The artist recalls running happily with their partner down St. Marks, feeling raw and breathless in their partner's arms. They also recount jumping onto trains to the park when they felt like the world belonged to just the two of them.
Under the blankets promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
Sometimes you're still mine
Between the lines of the Sunday New York Times
The artist and their partner made promises together under the blankets, at least until they said goodbye. They still feel a connection with their partner while reading the Sunday New York Times.
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Written by: KEVIN M. GRIFFIN, MATT NATHANSON
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