Lyrics:
of stone
I still come to Greenwich and I'm all alone
It's a tale as old as time
I still wish you were mine
I'd cross the line with you
I'd stay up all night
walked around in greenwich village
To buy posters they could hang up
In them smelly little secret
Black light bedrooms
On long island
Singin': "jimi come
life
Well there's a flat in Greenwich Village
That I took because the subway wasn't far
Yeah, but there's a trumpet player upstairs
And below me
the sheets
Got hits like Barry bonds in 01
Go and check the income
Early mornings in Greenwich
We hit the breakfast nook
When I get it
I spend it
Don’t care
ride
Bitches and niggas in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta
Greenwich Village that I took because the subway wasn't far
But a trumpet player's upstairs and below me there's a jumping all night bar
And to frost
"Gun fire erupted today outside a Greenwich Village radio station. The
Gunplay allegedly stems from an ungoing feud... both artists claim no
ME
I KNOW YOU'LL NEVER WANNA LEAVE
MOHAWK MOUNTAIN DOWN TO GREENWICH VILLAGE TOO
THERE'S COZY CABINS WAY UP THERE
WE'LL SEE THE BALL DROP IN TIMES
of that Greenwich Village scene
crossing over the line
mumbling stumbling hanging on to a dream
slowly vanishing in time
(INSTRUMENTAL)
(BRIDGE) you left
Out of the window in my hotel
I see the yellow river
It's a taxi on the streets and the avenues
Times Square, Broadway, Empire State
Soho,
Out of the window in my hotel
I see the yellow river
It's a taxi on the streets and the avenues
Times Square, Broadway, Empire State
Soho,
central park
Then dinner in Greenwich and a night out on the town
Taking in all of the lights and sounds of Times Square
Still so much left to see but
Oh life these days seems so empty
Wouldn't it be nice to be 20 in the 50's
Greenwich village, 1962 Dylan sang his heart out to some good old Guthrie
Couldn't see all of the exit signs
Baby
I said it and you know that I meant it
Shared cigarettes, yeah walking in Greenwich
Saved love for you but you
Breezin Thru
I be breezin' through
Grew up on West Greenwich down the street from Schuylkill Avenue
Got it out the mud, jumped out the plane without
rounds
She can hold two like we're out in Greenwich
F*** a damn wedding
I'd rather drop 40 on my wrist
Then on a b**** for us to split
And have a said
and niggas in penitentiary suit's
I send 'em letters and money orders
And make 'em my troops
As for these females, I got no time
I gotta get mine
You cannot
embraced her
Heard the bells of Greenwich ringing, flow sweet river flow
All the time my heart was singing, sweet Thames flow softly
Limehouse Reach I gave
where he sleeps
Mrs cooper has two maids
And says she simply cannot stand
The sight of dirt but not many people know
She has a brother doin' time in
Time has come
Time to go to work
I know the day is just filled with all the sorts
Use our knives when we should use our forks
Our mothers faint
I
With the chimes of Big Ben
I wanna be here forever
There's no time to sleep
When you're in a London dream
But it's easy to get lost
In thoughts of what I can be
A dream is spinning round my head
From a night I can’t forget
I should throw out that picture
But I just can’t let go
It’s you and me in Times
as magnetic
You were so self aware about it all
But I got swept up in the
Weather of you and Greenwich Village
Sitting, waiting
Watching for those auburn papers
One day out of a grey cloud
The news came by word of mouth to me
That you had died
That you had died
I heard you hung yourself
By Greenwich Pier
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