Margo Seibert – 77th Street

77th Street features Margo Seibert’s inspired original songs that incorporate eclectic rock and folk influences, and reimagined theater and pop classics, both delivered with her nuanced vocal performances that have captivated critics and audiences.

“77th Street is an homage to the in-betweens of life,” says Margo. “Employment is fleeting for an artist. We search and wait for the next right fit. It was during one of these periods that I began to pay attention to the melodies and lyrics I had been squirreling away for years. I’m an actress, but I never entertained the idea that I could be a writer. Imposter syndrome loomed large. My friend Michael Croiter urged me to continue creating music. I wrestled to embrace all parts of me — artist, imposter, writer, a singer without formal training, a woman resistant to surrender, a tenacious self-improver, my fierce loyalty to music of the 70s,80s, and 90s — and invited them out to play. I then took these elements and the location where inspiration hit, my first apartment on East 77th Street, and set out to explore this unappreciated time in our lives between now and the next thing. The times when the stories of our lives are written. This album is collection of songs that express the exhilaration of knowing anything is possible, the frustration of being stuck, the heartache of letting someone go, and all the rest of the beautiful in-betweens.”

Song Lyrics:

Whitman

After you died, I began to plan my funeral
In times of stress O’Donohue and Whitman would be my best friends
Please pass the cake, wake and bake, meet me in the garden
I’d be the best party planner, without a date set..yet

Where did you go?
Left me searching Over the Rainbow
We’re all exposed
“And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.”

After you died, got all my affairs in order
Said my goodbyes, didn’t cry, I urge you to do the same
Quartz and the jade, bat parade, take your mementos
All I ask is that you speak my name

Where did you go?
Left me searching Over the Rainbow
We’re all exposed
“And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.”

They say, they say
That it’s luckier
And I pray, I pray it so,
‘Cause it helps me sleep better

I pray, I pray
That you hear me
I pray, I pray

Where did you go?
Left me searching Over the Rainbow
We’re all exposed
“And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.”

Vera Byrd

This is the ballad of little Vera Byrd,
The sweetest little thing that never was.
She was hugs from your grammy
Early mornings from my Pop,
And a round or two of whiskey on the rocks.

We fished you from the harbor,
From the woods by Jordan pond,
We pushed on the tire swing,
Showed you the chickens in the barn.
Over cups of tea and coffee, we saw you clear as day..
A clumsy air, intense stare,
Saucer-cup eyes, and
A full head of hair.

I started your ballad, my little Vera Byrd
When I found your namesake etched into the wood
Of a box full of prayers, hidden in a seaside shop
You wanted to be found, I understood.

We fished you from the harbor,
From the woods by Jordan pond,
We pushed on the tire swing,
Showed you the chickens in the barn.
Over cups of tea and coffee, we saw you clear as day..
A clumsy air, intense stare,
Saucer-cup eyes, and
A full head of hair.

It’s time to say goodbye now,
My little Vera Byrd
And grieve you never made it here to see
Your Mommy and daddy loving you with all their words.
Maybe this song is where you’re meant to be.
Maybe this song is what you’re meant to me.

77th St.

Sweat on my chest, where you linger
The temperature climbs only you come to mind.
A workin’ man’s hands wringing out my hair
I breathe you in, it’s impossible to speak.

Maybe I’m a fool, and maybe so are you
for holding on so tightly, holding on so tightly
Maybe I’m a fool, and maybe so are you
for holding on so tightly, holding on so tightly

Dancing on your feet, dancing in secret.
Caught our reflection on 77th St.
Maybe the heat will shock my body into submission
But you know, old habits die hard.

Maybe I’m a fool, and maybe so are you
for holding on so tightly, holding on so tightly
Maybe I’m a fool, and maybe so are you
for holding on so tightly, holding on so tightly

You never even said goodbye.
You’d rather compartmentalize.
You ran away our last night.
Oh, it’s safer to tell yourself lies.

Uprooted life, untied my mooring.
You made me believe you ache as I do.
Now somewhere I knew better
That the Fear would get the best of you.

Baby I’m a fool, and baby so are you
for holding on tightly, holding on so tightly
Baby I’m a fool, and baby so are you
for holding on so tightly
Baby I’m a fool for holding on

Albatross

When your saxophone was stolen from the high school cafeteria
And sinkholes filled the fields,
Dreams were differed, music unheard,
See how painfully little it yields.

Like your father, and his before
The legacy was clear as day
Always two steps behind, love’s been unkind
It’s impossible to stay.

You say it’s your albatross, your burden to bare
It’s holding ya down, life just ain’t fair
If you could just catch a break, and end the nightmare
Woah

New home, new chance to make it last
Said you’re here to work on family.
My anger will subside, forgiveness in time
Lord knows I need it badly.

Like your father and his before
The horizon was dark and stormy.
What if you’ve missed the signs, blessings in kind
Maybe, It’s just a Story.

You say it’s your albatross, your burden to bare
It’s holding ya down, life just ain’t fair
If you could just catch a break, and end the nightmare
Woah

Why Not Fly?
Try To Fly?

Make Up Your Mind

Across the East River there’s a sunny spot I know
Where the breeze smells of Cardamom
And my tears never stop.
Even though I’ve since claimed the perfect patch of sky,
Why is it so hard to say goodbye?

I wanna scream
Make up your mind
Make up your mind

He wears a dream catcher crown.
He wears a silken sash of prayers.
Which one speaks in truths?
Seems I always needed proof.
At least you both smell the same, of sweat and pomade,
Won’t you sleep on the right side?

I wanna scream
Make up your mind
Make up your mind
The addresses change, the dreamer remains….

Love is more plentiful than imagined
Ripe for the picking, heavy on the bough.
A man full of sea, or the one who runs swiftly beside me,
Or the one with his head in the clouds….

Make up your mind
Make up your mind
What’s it gonna be? You’re well past thirty.