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Skyline (download
mp3) The city my arrow, my compass and grid The map of my palm and the secrets I hid We were believers, the brightest and best Uptown Downtown East Side and West Now the streets are crooked and I've lost my way In the glitter of rain in the lights of Broadway In this aimless daze I am worthless and lame As I sift through the ashes the pictures and names I look away, I see, avoid Shards of glass and falling stars The skyline in your face The skyline and its scar Here is New York where all is desire Zeppelins moored to the highest spires The city, my city, of love and of power Of high wire acts between the Twin Towers Turn back the soldiers turn back the hands Take me back to the place where nothing now stands Take me back to the moment take me back to before Let me revel again where skyscrapers soared chorus Give me the songs give me all the clichés They're all that I've got to get through the day Here is New York in black and in blue From the Staten Island Ferry where I first kissed you chorus -- January 2002 © Brian Rose |
Living
in the Bull’s-eye (download
mp3) The countdown has started and there’s nothing you can do As I sit here whistling an insipid little tune The countdown has started the cats are up in trees There’s no way off the highway no exit strategy Living in the bulls-eye lounging by the pool Trying to be invisible carefree and cool Swimming underwater hiding down below From the heat seeking missiles stray mosquitoes I am living in the bull’s-eye Hello goodbye I am living in the bull’s-eye An eye for an eye The countdown has started bring the popcorn and beer You can be the wingman I’ll be the bombardier Sit and watch a sand storm swirling in an hourglass From the Tigris and Euphrates to the Khyber Pass Somewhere up in heaven the virgin nymphs await Their martyr boys come knocking at the pearly gates Living in the bulls-eye float Manhattan out to sea Throw a lifeline to the Statue of Liberty I am living in the bull’s-eye Hello goodbye I am living in the bull’s-eye An eye for an eye I am living in the bull’s-eye Dead or alive
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