Current mood:	writin' writin' writin'
Current music:	Bruce Cockburn, "Tokyo"
Entry tags:	music, new york

Me and all these other dice bouncing around in the cup
UNION PARK

Hey there kid, your heartbeat's a metronome click
You're a wildfire, you're twentieth century music
So if you'll spare a drag of your fag, I'll bring my guitar
And I'll meet you down at Union Park

You got the soul of a Holiday singing up some blues
I'll strum you up the rhythms of Robertson's contemporary tunes
We can perform for all the dog walkers, the joggers, your co-worker stalker
Busk out a few favorites until the cops ask for our permit
Pack it up and move along now

Hey there kid, your heartbeat's a metronome click
You're a wildfire, you're twentieth century music
So if you'll spare a swig of your fifth, I'll bring my guitar
And we can sing for all the weirdos down at Union Park

Your voice is a trap incognito as jazzy three four tap
The most beautiful sound this side of Broadway even if the Blue Note don't recognize that
We'll find a better place with a better sense of taste
'Cause lyrebirds in song were made for the stage
And I was meant for free drinks on the house

Hey there kid, your heartbeat's a metronome click
You're a wildfire, you're twentieth century music
So if you'll spare a mote of a note, I'll bring my guitar
And we can share a song down at Union Park
And we can symphonize down at Union Park
And we can spend some time down at Union Park