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I live by the Hudson River, |
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And a lot of boats go by. |
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They glide by so quickly, |
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Camouflaged against the Jersey Shore. |
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Sometimes at night when the liners are lit up, |
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It's hard to tell which is moving, |
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the boat, or the shoreline. |
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And it seems like all of Manhattan is comin' anchored, |
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And slowly drifting out to sea. |
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I spent, hours trying to film them, |
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So I set up a camera by the window. |
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And every time I hear a horn, |
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I ran to the window. |
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But I usually miss them. |
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It's kind of rhythem, |
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I kind of thinking it's been getting into the song I've been writing lately. |
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Like walking upstairs in the dark, |
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You think there's one more step than there actually is. |
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And you foot comes pounding down, |
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Is nothing underneath. |
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Or like the piano we got a few months ago, |
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Only a few keys work. |
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So we put it out in the hall near the door. |
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When people come in, |
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they break their hands acorss the keyboard, |
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playing a few notes that still work. |
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It's kind of a doorbell now. |
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All the sounds around were so distracting, |
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I was trying to concentrated |
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on a song for performance. |
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But I couldn't. |
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And my mother called and said, |
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"Why not come out here and write your song? “ |
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It's real quiet, I just put on new carpets down." |
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(Anybody home? )( |
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When I got there, I noticed that |
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The new carpets were so thick that |
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None of the doors closed. |
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The only door that still worked was the door to parent's room. |
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It was a swing door, |
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Every time someone opened it, |
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It thwack into the parrot's cage, |
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And the parrot screamed. |
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Each time this happened totally surprised dozens of times a day. |
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And the shirek filled the whole house, |
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Through all the half-opened doors. |
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And this is the song, |
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I finally wrote. |