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BENNY BENASSI lyrics

San Franciso

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Paris London L.A. Chicago Tokio Bagdad New York Hear the Global DJs Moskau Memphis Cape Town Dallas Amsterdam Boston Berlin San Francisco If you're going to San Francisco You should to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You've gonna meet some gentle people there In the street If your come

42nd Street

GOLDEN EARRING "Paradise In Distress"
Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers Some of them laugh, some of them sing Some of them don't do a goddamn thing Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits Moonlight circus of earthly delights Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night Deals going down, midnight in town Down into the subways, the underground tunnels A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles Out in the park it's scary with frights Somebody shot out all the streetlights Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers Out of the limo that looks like a boat The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat Sporting a Fedora, that creates its own aura A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin A deal's going down this side of town People walk on fleet feet On the way down 42nd Street Except for the bums, down for the count That one's dead but no one's found out And look at the bitch, with her dress up ass When she moves that thing, she must move it fast Cop with a nightstick, checking around A neon lit junkie slides to the ground Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the same 4 A.M. people are crashing Where the hookers are huddled Colored raindrops are splashing The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split town Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype But under the lights, I'm feeling alright On 42nd Street, it's just another night

Talkin' New York

BOB DYLAN "Bob Dylan"
Rambling out of the wild west Leaving the towns I love best Thought I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York town People going down to the ground Building going up to the sky. Wintertime in New York town The wind blowing snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years I didn't feel so cold then. I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side: Greenwich Village. I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block Got on the stage to sing and play Man there said, Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folksingers here. Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved my sound He was raving about he loved my sound Dollar a day's worth. After weeks and weeks of hanging around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the Union and paid my dues. Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It don't take too long to find out Just what he was talking about A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks and knives And they gotta cut something. So one morning when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And heated out for the western skies So long New York Howdy, East Orange.

Amsterdam

AL STEWART "Orange"
Oh I just came back from Haarlem On the very last day of Autumn Made it through the customs, took the bus into town The flat looked cold and empty The chairs unused and dusty Just a few old letters and papers lying around The Dutch people were friendly You know they put me up and they fed me All along a tour of one night stands All my days and all my ways Are so confused I tell you right new I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam And you can feel fine anytime You choose to lose yourself for a while Bottle of wine In some back street cafe Or out on the street, there's a chance For you to meet anybody you please Taking the time To ease your blues away Fred was a crazy driver He took us at a hundred miles an hour Down a side street out of a traffic jam All my days and all my ways Are so bemused I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Oh I just came back from Haarlem And the very thing I was wanting Was to find some way to let you know how I felt You can't say much in an evening If you know you'll soon be leaving There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well But I wanted to give you something Because you knew you really helped me So I've written you a song with a small West Indian band And though it seems some days that all my ways are Bound to lose I tell you right now I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Amsterdam Pah-pa-pa-pah

New York New York

Grandmaster Flash
New York New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah! A castle in the sky, one mile high Built to shelter the rich and greedy Rows of eyes, disguised as windows Looking down on the poor and the needy Miles of people, marching up the avenue Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by I'm living in the land of plenty and many But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why Too much, too many people, too much Too much, too many people, too much! A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump People gather round, said, 'He won't he's just a chump' 'Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed His mortgage is due and his marriage is through He says he ain't gonna pay no child support Because the bitch left him without a second thought He got nothing to eat, no shoes on his feet She even left his clothes out in the street He keeps hearing noises when he's at home He always hears voices when he's all alone His wife took the kids, the car and the crib In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law, and I know my way around Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly But you can't tell the women from the men sometimes They're sugar and spice and everything nice But when you get ‘em home ain't no telling what you find Right next door is a little old man I seen him eating dog food out of a can He says, 'I got to eat, when I can't afford meat I barely can stand, on my own two feet I got a bad habit and I just can't break it Something's on my mind and I just can't shake it I need some time, and I want some space I gotta get away from the human race' Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) Too much, too many people, too much! Raaah! Staring at a skyscraper reaching into heaven When over in the ghetto I'm livin in hell Just play ball or be an entertainer 'Cause niggaz like me can't read too well Nobody loves me, nobody cares I dreamed about a life but I'm livin in a nightmare Paranoid schizo, set back, snowbound Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown! Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, Huh, Hee, HUH! If only I could sleep just ten more minutes I might find the strength to make another day If I didn't have to get up and do my thing I would probably sleep my whole life away I messed up a nice dream, somethin' bout ice cream Whipped cream, fruits and a cherry on top Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh The pressure is on, It ain't never gonna stop I sho' gotta learn to use my mind I don't wanna be kissing nobody's behind Just standin' on line lookin' like a jerk Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work I ran into a pothole, got into a car crash Should'a been thinking and tried to fake whiplash A crowd gathered round, they're callin' me fat Who you lookin at with a face like that? New York New York big city of dreams Everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around On 42nd Street, lookin for some action Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction One young punk just leaning on the fence Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands Just did a stick-up, just got picked up One dead punk, killed by the man New York New York big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (haha ha ha) Too much, too many people, too much! Huh! A baby cries and a mother dies And the tears fall from the doctor's eyes Because in this room, on this day The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh! The gift of life really means a lot And in the ghetto your life is all you got So you take to the streets, trying to exist In the trash and slime of a world like this What you watch on TV tells you what life is supposed to be But when you look outside the only thing you see Is the poverty stricken reality, Heh! Abandoned places, angry faces Much hate and hunger throughout the races You say, 'I'm grown and I'm on my own So why don't everybody just leave me alone!' Now you stay at home, talking on the phone Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone They never took the time to tell you ‘bout sex So you had to learn about it in the discotheques Nine months later, the baby is there And the Nigga that did it said, 'I don't care!' You don't have enough money to help feed two So you have to choose between the baby and you The sky was crying, rain and hail When you put your baby in the garbage pail Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid And you tried to forget what you just did, Huh! The muffled screams of a dying baby Was enough to drive the young mother crazy So she ran in the rain trying to ease the pain Huh huh, And she drove herself insane New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (haha ha ha) Too much, too many people, too much! HUH! New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Too much, too many people, too much (haha ha ha) Too much, too many people, too much

Our Town

KIM WILDE "Kim Wilde"
This is your town, this is my place This is where my whole world is lived in Nothing much, and just out of reach of all the city lights It's a high town, it's a low town It's get here, come on you grow town No-one does, but everyone thinks they're gonna make it soon This is one place I respected Now I feel it's really dejected No-one cares and the people just stare And a man on the box says Hey you, don't walk away, vote for me You'll get more pay, keep working hard But they work slow Here it comes now, Sunday morning Just another sleepy town yawning Down below everything looks just like another day But, in the warm glow of the sunrise There's a child who's searching with young eyes Looking 'round and feeling inside he's gonna fly away There was one time I was leaving But the folks around me kept grieving Friends said go, but my dad said no And my mum kept saying Don't go, don't go away Don't leave us, you've got to stay Just raise them kids, oh mother no No prospects, just projects Don't try to tell me we're living There's no real need to try Can't you see this town gonna die Hail the new age, it's a rat cage Join the place for breeding dumb spieces All stacked up and doing whatever someone tells you to Burn the place down, make it dead ground Show the people just what they're missing Wake up, wake up, can't you believe in what I'm telling you There's a house where I was born in Now it's changed without any warning Cranes just crash and bricks just smash While a billboard's saying Let's go, let's get away Come fly me, you've weeks to pay When sunshine calls, but I won't go This is our town

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