Milton - "In The City" lyrics
*** Complimentary In The City Ringtone ***
well we closed down at the hoedown,
an easy take down without a breakdown
packed the band up, filled the van up
had some hours left to kill
I hadn't planned it but I was stranded
in the old hood up to no good
the clubs were sold out and it was cold out
and I don't like standing still
well the east side is the b-side to a sad song,
it’s not a bad song but it's been left stacked by the junk racks
of a thrift store on the floor
and the snide talk on the sidewalk
of the hip folks and their hip jokes
and their hip clothes when the wind blows
fade away for ever more
some say it's not the place they knew now that may be sadly true
but I'm so glad to be walking around in the city
down on stanton kids are ranting
about a tube show that I don't know
while the stellar fortune teller waves her cards across the street
and my eyes glance at the short pants
on the big shots dressed like robots
with their straight do's and their space shoes sparkling silver on their feet
I'll never get the whole bit down
but it's not my turf anymore, and it's not my town
but I'm so glad to be walking around in the city
an easy take down without a breakdown
packed the band up, filled the van up
had some hours left to kill
I hadn't planned it but I was stranded
in the old hood up to no good
the clubs were sold out and it was cold out
and I don't like standing still
well the east side is the b-side to a sad song,
it’s not a bad song but it's been left stacked by the junk racks
of a thrift store on the floor
and the snide talk on the sidewalk
of the hip folks and their hip jokes
and their hip clothes when the wind blows
fade away for ever more
some say it's not the place they knew now that may be sadly true
but I'm so glad to be walking around in the city
down on stanton kids are ranting
about a tube show that I don't know
while the stellar fortune teller waves her cards across the street
and my eyes glance at the short pants
on the big shots dressed like robots
with their straight do's and their space shoes sparkling silver on their feet
I'll never get the whole bit down
but it's not my turf anymore, and it's not my town
but I'm so glad to be walking around in the city
I've walked these streets, since I was ten
tonight they're new again
and I'm so glad to be walking around in the city
with the lamp lights and the clothes shops
the banjos and the boom box
and trash cans and the headbands
and the trombones and the calzones
and the movies and the dive bars
and the skateboards and the old cars
and the old men and the young girls
and the dreadlocks and the side curls
and the gold teeth and the fake pearls
and the tailors and the sailors
and the church saints and the spray paint
and the tacos and the wacos
and the warhols and the lou reeds
and the fresh fruit and the bad seeds
and the speakers and the headphones
down on bleecker down on great jones
with the curry and the read beans
and the junkies and the drag queens
and the be-bop and the hip hop
and the punk rock and the street talk
on every paved inch and every park bench
on every tree branch and every dude ranch
and every hot rod and every gum wad and every anarchist parade
tonight they're new again
and I'm so glad to be walking around in the city
with the lamp lights and the clothes shops
the banjos and the boom box
and trash cans and the headbands
and the trombones and the calzones
and the movies and the dive bars
and the skateboards and the old cars
and the old men and the young girls
and the dreadlocks and the side curls
and the gold teeth and the fake pearls
and the tailors and the sailors
and the church saints and the spray paint
and the tacos and the wacos
and the warhols and the lou reeds
and the fresh fruit and the bad seeds
and the speakers and the headphones
down on bleecker down on great jones
with the curry and the read beans
and the junkies and the drag queens
and the be-bop and the hip hop
and the punk rock and the street talk
on every paved inch and every park bench
on every tree branch and every dude ranch
and every hot rod and every gum wad and every anarchist parade
*** Complimentary In The City Ringtone ***
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