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Banks of the Gowanus
03:57
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In the morning light
Brooklyn shines like a promise
The old canal
Whispers like a poem
But you can’t keep what you catch fishing
the Gowanus
And an artist in this city has no home
I came to New York as an artist
Looking to make my history
I found a space by the old canal
In an abandoned factory
The winter wind blew off the Gowanus
Froze the water in my coffee mug
But the pure winter light I was seeking
And I painted the song that was in my blood
I painted for 5 years by the old canal
Always waiting for that call
But the collectors never came here
I stacked my dusty art against the wall
Then new neighbors came to the Gowanus
Shiny people, with their shiny cars
I handed back my key and dragged my art on down the street
Past the condos and the fancy bars
Now the artists have left the Gowanus
Just like the developers have planned
If you chase your dreams in New York City
Remember that what matters is the land
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2. |
Ship on Fire
03:08
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When the battle
Is over
You’re picking rags
You’re stacking guns
When you stumble
On down the trail
Never sure
If you lost or won
When you march
On the capital
Will they throw flowers
Or steal your bread?
When you knock
On your front door
Will they know you
Or think you dead?
CH
Love is a ship
The ship is on fire
Fire and water
Sparks climbing higher
SOLO
When the tea leaves
Tell you nothing
And love poems
Curl in the fire
When you parted
From your solider boy
The north wind
Cut like a wire
They say a silent night’s
A holy night
But the ghosts
Aren’t sleeping
Years roll by
Like a freight train
‘Cept for the promise
You’re keeping
CH - 2x
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3. |
Lazy Boy
02:01
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Lazy Boy
Old rockin chair
Dumped on the curb
But you don’t care
Trash bags surround you
But you never sigh
Tilt back
And laugh at the sky
Lazy boy
Lazy bones
Your woman no longer
Longs for your arms
Her décor has changed
You’ve lost your charm
Your stuffins out
Along the seams
And you don‘t mind
That there’s no “I” in team
Lazy boy
Lazy bones
You dreamed that the president
Called you by name
He said I got cheap pills
I got some dames
‘Neath the capitol dome
On your lap I’ll sit
We’ll have a great view
When the fan hits the shit
[pause]
When you woke up
Leaves were blowin
Winters comin in
Summers a going
Winters comin in
Ice on the street
Put your feet up
‘Cause life is sweet
Lazy Boy
Lazy Bones
Lazy boy
Lazy bones
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4. |
Boneyard Blues
02:33
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In a boneyard
Up a hill
The sun is hot
The air is still
Got money in a sack
Hole too dry to dig
How in the heck
Can I keep it hid
There’s a boneyard
Beneath the sea
Swept off the deck
Sank the refugees
Got money in a sack
It sank to the floor
They stepped on a boat
Someone slammed the door
CH
All that money
Money gotta go somewhere
Rich or poor
Money doesn't care
At 3 am
The factory’s lit
Inside the robots
Pack and pick
Way back when
There was a dream
But money flickered
On a screen
In the board room
They never know
Who’s boss today
Who’s next to go
They grab for money
As it flies
When down the ladder rungs they slide
CH
All that money
Money gotta go somewhere
Rich or poor
Money doesn't care
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5. |
Old Hat
02:16
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It’s old hat
Our kind of love
I’m as peaceful
As a mourning dove
Our kind of love
It’s old hat
Not a lotta bark
But watch out for the bite
This hat looks good
by candlelight
Our kind of love
It’s old hat
CH.
Please don’t ignora
This old fedora
I may be sentimental
But our love’s not coincidental
Princess woke up
And kissed the prince
But she’s no fool
hasn’t looked back since
Our kind of love
It’s old hat
The little pig built
A house outta brick
But we’ll build a house
Outta popsicle sticks
Our kind of love
It’s old hat
CH.
Arm in arm
We’ll paint the town
We’ll drive that Caddy
No money down
Our kind of love
It’s old hat
Our kind of love
It’s old hat
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