THE STREETS IN THE CITY
Living on the streets in the city waiting for the pennies to drop
Sleeping on her own throne doorstep opposite the pizza stop
Her clothes are all tattered she’s battered and worn
On the streets in the city where she knows she can’t fall
Standing in a line every midnight waiting for the soup to roll in
Swapping woolly clothes for a lighter she found in a recycle bin
Her eyes are all bloodshot her finger nails brown
On the streets in the city where she knows she won’t drown
No cell phone to carry no credit card bill
No long days out shopping for wardrobes to fill
No plans for tomorrow just like yesterday
On the streets in the city where she chooses to stay
she walks a million miles every morning picking up old dog ends to smoke
Working up a thirst like an engine quench it with a half drunk bloke
Her armpits are sticky her breath wants a mint
On the streets in the city where she knows every inch
No cell phone to carry no credit card bill
No long days out shopping for wardrobes to fill
No plans for tomorrow just like yesterday
On the streets in the city where she chooses to stay
No cell phone to carry no credit card bill
No long days out shopping for wardrobes to fill
No plans for tomorrow just like yesterday
On the streets in the city where she chooses to stay
copyright 2005
I'm sure I don't need to tell how good this song is. So I won't. Are you a performer? Or simply a writer? If you just write, you should work on getting your songs to bought. just a thought...
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thanx soulstice in answer to your question i am not a performer, not a very good singer nor can i play an instrument i do put vocal melodies to most of my efforts but i dont know wether they're any good i suppose i need a collaberator to help me along i dont have a clue on how to sell a song
anyway cheers for your comment
THE STREETS IN THE CITY
Living on the streets in the city waiting for the pennies to drop
Sleeping on her own throne doorstep opposite the pizza stop
Her clothes are all tattered she’s battered and worn
On the streets in the city where she knows she can’t fall
Standing in a line every midnight waiting for the soup to roll in
Swapping woolly clothes for a lighter she found in a recycle bin
Her eyes are all bloodshot her finger nails brown
On the streets in the city where she knows she won’t drown
No cell phone to carry no credit card bill
No long days out shopping for wardrobes to fill
No plans for tomorrow just like yesterday
On the streets in the city where she chooses to stay
she walks a million miles every morning picking up old dog ends to smoke
Working up a thirst like an engine quench it with a half drunk bloke
Her armpits are sticky her breath wants a mint
On the streets in the city where she knows every inch
No cell phone to carry no credit card bill
No long days out shopping for wardrobes to fill
No plans for tomorrow just like yesterday
On the streets in the city where she chooses to stay
No cell phone to carry no credit card bill
No long days out shopping for wardrobes to fill
No plans for tomorrow just like yesterday
On the streets in the city where she chooses to stay
copyright 2005
Let`s work together. I`m a musician and I know some vocalists, and if we work together our group will be complete. If you are interested in our cooperation, answer to email: n.neon@mail.ru
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