Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New York I Love You, artist - The Waterboys. Album song Out of All This Blue, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 07.09.2017
Record label: BMG Rights Management (UK)
Song language: English
New York I Love You |
Then she threw them with some seasoning in his face |
Duke went rambling in his grief, like a vagabond or thief |
Trying to find the love he sought some other place |
He walked down the river highway in the melting summer sun |
And shouted out above the cars and trucks |
I wish I could become some kind of psychedelic bum |
Or a happy traveling troubadour deluxe |
New York — whatcha gonna do about it? |
New York — climb up on the roof and shout it |
New York — see there ain’t no doubt about it |
Something in this town I just can’t live without |
She lay across the bed, raven hair piled atop her head |
Re-reading through the poem that she wrote |
She had a feeling in her belly like her belly had been screwed |
But luckily she knew the antidote |
She stepped out on the street dressed in scarlet head to feet |
Her hat the same precise shade as her lips |
She tried to feel the way she had when love was young and gay and glad |
She couldn’t… but still she swung her hips |
New York — whatcha gonna do about it? |
New York — climb up on the roof and shout it |
New York — see there ain’t no doubt about it |
Something in this town I just can’t live without |
He phoned her up and said, honey, it was nothing but a number |
And numbers can mislead you and confuse |
To which she said, I’ve heard, like guns and cash and sex and words |
If the user is a fool they get misused |
He almost smashed the phone in rage but it held his database |
So he lit himself a little joint instead |
And told himself a lie about the who and when and why |
And kids that’s how a man becomes a chowder-head |
New York — whatcha gonna do about it? |
New York — climb up on the roof and shout it |
New York — see there ain’t no doubt about it |
Something in this town I just can’t live without |
She wrote a bitter novelette and stuck it on the internet |
I believe you still can find it there for free |
In the morning she would jog then post updates on her blog |
And one day she upped and moved to Tennessee |
The landlord rented her apartment to the NY Police Department |
Who installed a cop named Franklin J.J. |
Paul |
Who was putting up a shelf, humming opera to himself |
When he found her poems nestled in the wall |
New York — whatcha gonna do about it? |
New York — climb up on the roof and shout it |
New York — see there ain’t no doubt about it |
Something in this town I just can’t live without |
Duke double-checked the deadlock of his Lower East Side store |
And jumped into a car with yellow fins |
He told himself «just tell it like is, man, just nail it on the line |
And be honest with your tongue from here on in» |
He was never satisfied with a comfortable ride |
He had to be the crazy cosmonaut in flight |
They found his body near a crumbling Hudson River pier |
On a wild and stormy hot midsummer night |
New York — whatcha gonna do about it? |
New York — climb up on the roof and shout it |
New York — see there ain’t no doubt about it |
Something in this town I just can’t live without |
Me I couldn’t sleep, I just lay there in a heap |
The whole city was a swamp of heat and steam |
At six AM came thunder and eventually I slumbered |
Into a fanciful and curious kind of dream |
I was drivin' Hank’s Cadillac as he rested in the back |
On the final night of nineteen fifty-two |
I offered him a smoke but Hank never woke |
He was too far gone, and he was only passing through |
I got up at ten to five, feeling almost seven-eighths alive |
And was sitting in my favourite easy chair |
When Duke’s immortal soul crowned with a golden aureole |
Flew by my window on its way to who knows where |
I took Tylenol for my head and then went out to get some bread |
Like Lou I had twenty six bucks in my hand |
By the Sixteen Handles shop I saw an overweight cop |
Stuffing reams of paper in a garbage can |
New York — whatcha gonna do about it? |
New York — climb up on the roof and shout it |
New York — see there ain’t no doubt about it |
Something in this town I just can’t live without |
New York, I love you |
New York, New York |
New York, New York |
Meet me in New York, New York, baby |
New York, New York |
Even the shittiest old times are still great in New York, New York |
New York, New York |
New York, New York |
New York, New York |