“Lesson: In the real world, ninety-nine cents will not get you into New York City. You will need the full dollar.” – Bruce Springsteen
Walking through a crowd the village is aglow
Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats
Everybody here wanted something more
Searching for a sound we hadn’t heard beforeWelcome to New York
It’s been waiting for you
Welcome to New York
Welcome to New York
It’s been waiting for you
Welcome to New YorkIt’s a new soundtrack
I could dance to this beat, beat
Forever more the lights are so bright
But they never blind me, meWhen we first dropped our bags on apartment floors
Took our broken hearts put them in a drawer
Everybody here was someone else before
And you can want who you want,
boys and boys and girls and girlsWelcome to New York
It’s been waiting for you
Welcome to New York
Welcome to New York
It’s been waiting for you
Welcome to New York
Welcome to New YorkIt’s a new soundtrack
I could dance to this beat, beat
Forever more the lights are so bright
But they never blind me, meLike any great love it keeps you guessing
Like any real love it’s ever changing
Like any true love it drives you crazy
But you wanna change anything anything anythingWriter(s): Ryan Tedder / Taylor Swift
Album: 1989
Released: 2015
Standing on the corner
Just me and yoko ono
We was waiting for jerry to land
Up come a man with the guitar
in his hand
Singing “have a marijuana if you can”
His name was Davis Peel
And we found that he was real
He sangs”The pope smokes
dope everyday”
Up come a police man shoved
us up the street
Singin, “power to the
people today!”NYC…NYC…NYC
Que pasa Ny?…Que pasa NY?Well we went to max’s
Kansas City
Got down the nitty gritty
With the Elephants Memory
Band
Laid something down
As the news spread around
About the Plastic Ono
Elephants Memory Band!
Well we played some funky
boogie
And laid some tutti frutti
Singing “Long tall sally’s
a man”
Up come a preachman trying to be a teacher
Singing “God’s a red herring in grag!”NYC…NYC…NYC
Que pasa Ny?…Que pasa NY?
Well we did the Staten
Island Ferry
Making movies for the telly
Played the fillmore and
Apollo for freedom,
Tried to shake our image
Just a cycling through
the village
But found that we had left it
back in london.
Well nobody came to bug us,
hustle ud or shove us
so we decided to make it
our home
If the man wants to shove
us out
We gonna jump and shout
The Statue of Liberty said,
“come!”NYC…NYC…NYC
Que pasa Ny?…Que pasa NY?NYC down in the village
What a bad-ass city!
Que pasa Ny?…Que pasa NY?Writer(s): John Lennon
Album: Some Time in New York City
Released: 1972
N/A
Album: Pink Flag
Released: 1995
Billy, he’s down by the railroad tracks
Sittin’ low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she’s so intact
She falls so softly beneath him
Jackie’s heels are stacked, Billy’s got cleats on his boots
Together they’re gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot
It’s midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It’s a mad dog’s promenade
So walk tall, or baby, don’t walk at allFish lady, fish lady, fish lady, she baits them tenement walls
She won’t take corner boys, ain’t got no money and they’re so easy
I said, “Hey baby, won’t you take my hand, walk me down Broadway
I’m a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you
So shake it away, so shake away your street life
And hook up to the train
Hook up to the night train
Hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train”
But I know that she won’t take the train
No, she won’t take the train
No, she won’t take the train
No, she won’t take the train
She’s afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy’ll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk onHey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and you’re playin’ in your grave
Save your notes, don’t spend ’em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don’t spend ’em on the darlin’ yearlin’ sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringin’, vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
He’s singin’, singin’, singin’, singin’
All dressed up in satin, walkin’ past the alley
Watch out for your junk man
Watch out for your junk man
Watch out for your junk manWriter(s): Bruce Springsteen
Album: The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle
Released: 1973
Jesus is beside himself
Jacob’s in a state of decimation
The writing on the wall wasn’t writing at all
Just forces of nature in love with a weather stationArtists and repertoire
Hand in hand through the grey doorway at dawn
The writing on the wall said “Jesus Saves”
The writing on the wall mentions Honey playing a game with the wavesYou can follow a rose wherever it grows
Or you can fall in love with Times Square
Times SquareJudy’s beside herself
Jack’s in a state of desolation
The writing on the wall wasn’t writing at all
Just forces of nature in love with a radio stationYou can follow a road to the ocean
Times Square
Times Square
Times Square
Oh, you can fall in love
Oh, you can fall in love
Oh, you can fall in loveWriter(s): Daniel Bejar
Album: Times Square
Released: 2015
Andy would bicycle across town
In the rain to bring you candy
And John would buy the gown
For you to wear to the prom
With Tom the astronomer, who’d name a star for youBut I’m the luckiest guy
On the Lower East Side
‘Cause I’ve got wheels
And you want to go for a rideHarry is the one I think you’ll marry
But it’s Chris that you kissed after school
Well, I’m a fool, there’s no doubt
But when the sun comes out
And only when the sun comes outI’m the luckiest guy
On the Lower East Side
‘Cause I’ve got wheels
And you want to go for a rideThe day is beautiful and so are you
My car is ugly but then I’m ugly too
I know you’d never give me a second glance
But when the weather’s nice all the other guys don’t stand a chanceI know Professor Blumen makes you feel like a woman
But when the wind is in your hair you laugh like a little girl
So you share secrets with Lou, but we’ve got secrets too
Well, one: I only keep this heap for you‘Cause I’m the ugliest guy
On the Lower East Side
But I’ve got wheels
And you want to go for a ride
Want to go for a ride?
Want to go for a ride?
Want to go for a ride?Writer(s): Stephin Raymond Merritt
Album: 69 Love Songs
Released: 1999
I was sleeping, gently napping
when I heard the phone
Who is on the other end talking
am I even homeDid you see what she did to him
did you hear what they said
Just a New York conversation
rattling in my headOh, oh, my, and what shall we wear
Oh, oh, my, and who really caresJust a New York conversation
gossip all of the time
Did you hear who did what to whom
happens all the timeWho has touched and who has dabbled
here in the city of shows
Openings, closings, bad repartee
everybody knowsOh, how sad and why do we call
Oh, I’m glad to hear from you allI am calling, yes I am calling
just to speak to you
For I know this night will kill me
if I can’t be with youIf I can’t be with you
Writer(s): Lou Reed
Album: Transformer
Released: 1972
I’ve seen New York
New York U.S.A.
I’ve seen New York
New York U.S.A.
Have you ever seen it ?
Every time I see it I get high
Oh so high
So high New York
New York U.S.A.Empire State Building
Oh so high
Rockerfeller Centre
Oh so high
UNO Building
Oh so high
Iriquois Hotel?
Oh so high
Pan American Building
Oh so high
Bank of Manhattan
Oh so highTime Warner Building
Oh so high
Lexington Hotel
Oh so high
Chrysler Building
Oh so high
NBC Building
Oh so high
World Trade Centre
Oh so high
First National City Bank
Oh so highAlbum: Intoxicated Man
Released: 1995
N/A
Album: The Wondrous World Of Damon & Naomi
Released: 1995
Start spreadin’ the news
I’m leavin’ today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New YorkThese vagabond shoes
Are longin’ to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New YorkI want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
To find I’m cream of the crop and top of the heapThese little-town blues
Are meltin’ away
I’ll make a brand-new start of it
Oh, in New YorkIf I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
New York
It’s up to you
New YorkWriter(s): John Kander
Album: Jukebox
Released: 2008
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