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You Know I’m Still Afloat…

(DV 100 yr bloom, 2005)

In New York freedom looks like
Too many choices
In New York I found a friend
To drown out the other voices

Voices on a cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down a stairwell
In New York
Just got a place in New York

In New York summers get hot
Well into the hundreds
You can’t walk around the block
Without a change of clothing

Hot as a hairdryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
New York
I just got a place in New York

New York
New York

In New York you can forget
Forget how to sit still
Tell yourself you will stay in
But it’s down to Alphaville

New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, aaaoooo

The Irish been comin’ here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, asphalt, dance floor
They even got the police

Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Happily, not like me and you
That’s where I lost you, New York

New York, New York
New York
New York, New York
New York, aaaoooo
New York, aaaoooo

In New York I lost it all
To you and your vices
Still I’m stayin’ on to figure out
My mid life crisis

I hit an iceberg in my life
You know I’m still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat

You got to put the women and children first
But you’ve got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York
New York
New York, New York

In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had it’s day
I heard your voice whisperin’
Come away now

New, New York
New, New York
Aaaoo ooo

New York


by Matthew Saville

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September 11, 2010 - 3:20 PM jenberry - this is one of the most beautiful posts i've seen FOR today. The photograph, the words, the simplicity but yet the depth.(the shadows, depth and light in that photo are phenomenal!!!)

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