Story Behind The Song
I was in New York for a friends wedding, while my own marriage was falling apart. It is all part of the Irony of celebrating a wedding where the only reason was to get a Green Card, and then slowly to coming to realize that the reason my wife married me w
Song Description
Manhattan Island at 2.00am is like listening to the waves breaking onto a distant shore.
I walked the whole island and everywhere there were stories unfolding. New York on one hand was one of the kindest cities I had ever visited. AGain and again I saw a
| Song Length |
4:39 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Blues - Rock |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool, Moving |
Subject |
City, Divorce |
| Similar Artists |
Leonard Cohen, The Velvet Underground |
Era |
1990 - 1999 |
Lyrics
New York Diary
Michael Wallace Fall 1995
New York is so cold in the morning I wake
To find you not there, I hesitate
To pick up the phone to find you not there
New York is a Hum in an Ocean of Dreams
Whispers abound underground in the seams
Where hopes and where passions
Where passions collide
Spoken: New York is poetry it seems
A Mission of dreams and schemes
Where reams of papers fly
New York in the morning I read classifieds
Long Island call for me to run and hide
So I pick up the keys and drive to Montauk
The voice on the phone is distant and cruel
Painted with sadness am I such a fool
To believe that in autumn leaves do not fall
I sip clam chowder I hear voices speak
About the wave the war and the meek
We always give over to the air that we breathe
Where reams of papers fly and none of them stick
New York is so cold In the morning I wake
There's nobody there And you hesitate
To think I am sane Because I am not
New York old New York The grey of her streets
Whispers and wishes that seem to seek
The cracks and corners of every door
The shadows take over and take me there
As I look down the long stairs
Hat form the way in and out of my dream
New York is a mistress that beckons and calls
Always there winter spring summer through fall
Her moods are her ways and her ways always are
New York just New York In the morning so cold
Walls around central park as I stroll
Through the avenues of mine and one hundred thousand dreams
New York is so cold In the morning I wake
There's no body there and you hesitate
To think I am, sane Because I'm, not
Red Sun (New York)
sets (New York)
weak
as a moon