will there be fireworks again?
hold me close take my hand
will it be in this life or possibly the next
note of C please Sam go on now start up the band
alms for the poor praise for the weary
i love you and I love my city (me and my city)
new orleans, new orleans
go on show 'um what we're working with
hilo by the bay
bolinao dance the night away
all this time Kokomo isn't a real place
iceland lagoon dominicana sands
maui fields endless blue salem legend
paris, ma belle dame
kingston you got me
london you made me
toronto keep him safe
the raptures come no one to see the green leaves
no one to raise the cup to see the boys of summer
one last autumn winter's come the boy is done
no hope for the hopeless no f's to give
I'll be here in the rain playing this here piano
come find me a Papa King book in hand Zihuatanejo
one last laugh one last hurrah one last ride let's get into it
if you ain't dancing now you ain't never gonna dance
if New Orleans hasn't hit you by now, you'll never gonna get it
put on your Sunday's best and make this one last, where you at?
*****
different day same b.s. concept of lyrics. City, city, city. Take 2.
te amo mi amor
(why is it te amo and not te quiero?)
este camino seguro es brillante
regado con amor
eres todo lo que siempre he querido
tu y yo y las estrellas
will there be fireworks again?
hold me close and take my hand
(from across the room hold me close and visually take my hand)
Sam go on now start up the band
think of me every now and then
borrowed time tell me when
in this life or the next
doesn't have to be complex
words just make 'um upset
breathe in breathe out forget
just stay here and dance with me
remember forgotten memories of how it used to be
from the front to the back
read the signs read the zodiac (ginger spice's union jack)
you can't take it with you, no no
you can't take it with you
say it with me Zihuatanejo
they used to play livin' on a prayer and pause after halfway there
come find me without a care
some say vahalla some say utopia
far far away from this dystopia
away from the crowds and noise where you can look up and see the stars
lying on our backs in this meadow of ours
silent spring endless to forgotten summer
no beat no soul no use for a drummer
mama rupaul says you better work
just another perk
on another level on another plane
another dimension now hit the refrain
