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New York Morning
Lang Lang
,
Dan Lutz
,
Jason Isbell
,
Péter Illényi
,
Thomas Dybdahl
,
Hungarian Studio Orchestra
,
Vinnie Colaiuta
,
Larry Klein
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The first to put a simple truth in words
Binds the world in a feeling all familiar
'Cause everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner
Antenna up and out into New York
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
And oh my giddy aunt, New York can talk
It's the modern Rome where folks are nice to Yoko
Every bone of rivet, steel, each cornerstone and angle
Jenga jut and rusted water tower, pillar, post and sign
Every pane and line and battered ladder building in this town
Sings a life of proud endeavor and the best that man can be
Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices
Planting, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the nub
Reaching down into the ground, stretching up into the sky
Why? Because they can, they did and
Do so you and I could live together
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner
Oh my God, New York can talk
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
Everybody owns the great ideas
And it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner
The desire in the patchwork symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love, did it come for me?
'Cause it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner
The desire in the patchwork symphony
The desire like a distant storm
For love, did it come for me?
'Cause it feels like there's a big one 'round the corner
The way the day begins
Decides the shade of everything
But the way it ends depends on if you're home
For every soul, a pillow and a window, please
In the modern Rome where folks are nice to Yoko