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2006-12-13 03:08:11 UTC
Or more like 1961 and you can picture this mop-haired kid, pack of
smokes rolled-up in the T-shirt sleeve, slipping thru the kitchen
window and down the fire escape anticipating riding the subways with
his honey. And then there's the reference to the bouffant
"bubble-headed," (as we called them down here), chewing-gum-popping,
sassy-mouthed girls with the New Yawk accents. There's even the
allusion to the street carnivals of them there days.
Not sure I understand what he's saying about the smart-mouthed
Brooklyn girls scattering like crows or why he's dissing them as
thorns, and I don't have a clue about the heart attacks, unless he's
referring to his honey's other would-be suitors, but it's still one
helluva song that smacks of the past.
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Outside another yellow moon
punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
shining like a new dime
the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls
they try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
they have nothing that will ever capture your heart
theyr'e just thorns without the rose
be careful of them in the dark
oh if I was the one
you chose to be your only one
oh baby can't you hear me now
Chorus
Will I see you tonight
on a downtown train
every night is just the same
you leave me lonely now
I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four way
you watch them as they fall
they all have heart attacks
they stay at the carnival
but they'll never win you back
Chorus
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
where every night is just the same you leave me lonely
will I see you tonight on a downtown train
all of my dreams just fall like rain
all upon a downtown train
smokes rolled-up in the T-shirt sleeve, slipping thru the kitchen
window and down the fire escape anticipating riding the subways with
his honey. And then there's the reference to the bouffant
"bubble-headed," (as we called them down here), chewing-gum-popping,
sassy-mouthed girls with the New Yawk accents. There's even the
allusion to the street carnivals of them there days.
Not sure I understand what he's saying about the smart-mouthed
Brooklyn girls scattering like crows or why he's dissing them as
thorns, and I don't have a clue about the heart attacks, unless he's
referring to his honey's other would-be suitors, but it's still one
helluva song that smacks of the past.
__________________
Outside another yellow moon
punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
shining like a new dime
the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls
they try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
they have nothing that will ever capture your heart
theyr'e just thorns without the rose
be careful of them in the dark
oh if I was the one
you chose to be your only one
oh baby can't you hear me now
Chorus
Will I see you tonight
on a downtown train
every night is just the same
you leave me lonely now
I know your window and I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light at the four way
you watch them as they fall
they all have heart attacks
they stay at the carnival
but they'll never win you back
Chorus
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
where every night is just the same you leave me lonely
will I see you tonight on a downtown train
all of my dreams just fall like rain
all upon a downtown train
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