Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Street Where The World Passes Me By, artist - Jarle Bernhoft. Album song Ceramic City Chronicles, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Kikitépe Cassette
Song language: English
In The Street Where The World Passes Me By |
Smack in the middle, but so much on the outside |
And everybody has a story to tell (all lifelong) |
In languages I can’t dream of understanding |
Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun |
Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas |
The sweet perfume that strides by on gracious feet |
And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date |
And we’re representing everybody |
We just can’t start no war |
Keeps me curious |
A wild seed in this well-groomed bed (growing faster) |
A firm oasis in the dry city renewal |
Americana cats… |
We are a part of everybody |
People pouring out of holes in walls |
And they go right in front of your bicycle |
Dart the masses, skip a heartbeat |
Scoot to miss a toddler without a leash |
Just as you think you’re all thru the peril |
There’s a running little baby sheik |
Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun |
Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas |
The sweet perfume striding by on gracious feet |
And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date |
In this brick road that kisses your bare feet |
Underneath all these cultural revolutions |
The warmth I meet as I talk to people |
Parallelled by no other place around |
Pandemonium breaks loose as I watch |
Who’s dancing? |
I can’t see past the crowd |
Got no choice but to partake in the dancing in the street |
Embracing people I’ll never see again |