Lyrics:
Duracell see the head glow I'm so [?] man you using [?] Xylophone astronaut in the zone Night create we can go and moon shake Area 54 bright lights big city
There'll be blue skies in October
It's cerulean by the coast
There's a light inside a shade
Lately I've been on that ferry
Lunar bay's fading from grey
to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
When my heart is torn apart
by love I wish I had,
Well, I spend my nights in the city's lights
and things don't seem so bad.
Ya know
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
to cry
Forget the reasons why
Lights
City lights
In my head
Blue and red
In my eyes
Make me spin
Help forget the pain I'm in
Lights
City lights
Make me
Yeah
More
Yeah
More time with family and friends, more life
More time to get it right
It's only me but I'm seeing four shadows in the light
to Kendrick
October 22nd, the album, so go and get it
Look, turn a good kid to wig city
I serve plenty
Shoot 'til the chamber and clip empty
That's real crippy
Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,
smoke
July flames, October ashes
Southern skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
We never said goodbye, we let it fly into
promenade
Lights up a masquerade
Of costumed children
Wailing like mourners
When my life's at its worst
October 31st
Guarantees a Happy Hallow'een
Autumn
In the city, Blue neon shines
People talking, they pass me by
And the street light shines
The city sleeping
I have no where to go
In the city
sometimes find
That Sun City is in the mind
I was just watching the TV the other night
The should appear but you know
Walter Cronkite said the Blues
And it
it don't sell white wine
Gon' let that light shine
Ballin' for a life time
Smoking on a nice pine
Weezy baby flight flyin'
You can call him your
New York (uh)
One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
No place in the world that could
Have you heard of a ship called the good Reuben James
Manned by hard fighting men both of honor and fame?
She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
off again to the city lights
Might need visine the skyline pretty tight
Something bout the loneliness
Being the only kid on the lonely road again
And they gon' risk a hundred lives
So they could rock a hundred whites
The guests look like a hundred lights
Man when blade down my city, cried
would be all right
Where were you when they gave a warning
Hundred-fifty mile winds by morning
Category four making landfall in the wild gray light
Where
lights in our country so bright
In the farms and in the cities they're telling of the fight.
And now our mighty battleships will steam the bounding main
dances to the ballad of the unemployed
The smell of burning tyres in October street fires
Be extinguished by the morning but the smell of rubber lingers
at the decade's end
With nothing really left to spend but more time
You're in Madison Heights
When the morbid fascination bites
That's triggered by the dull lights
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