One that drew some inspiration from Bruce Springsteen's first few albums Called In The City
In a cafe in the city plays a band so indie that they don't even know they exist
they're tryin' to wright a song and it's coming along and it goes a little something like this
in the city, men from alley-ways offer you candy
the gutters are flowing with brandy
it's where everyone thinks they should go
In the city, piano men play in the bars
guitarists romanticize cars
at every time of day there's a show
There are young boys on the road playing drums on their cans
with a barrel of sticks standing by
the sky is blocked from light pollution from every institution
it's confusing, but give it a try
In the city, those from the park rid the fountain of change
no note of oddness is out of their range
homeless musicians just sing what they see
In the city, frightened business men hide their true selves
those who don't flow are repelled
it's an engine that runs on deceit
everyone breathes in the late evening breeze
caused by slamming doors and automobiles
they women and men go as fast as they can
they don't know why but to them it appeals
I'm debating whether or not I should add one finishing verse.
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