Things To Do In New York

[EightLeggedOedipus]

Things To Do In New York
by Eight Legged Oedipus
Copyright 2005 Pure Greed Records

We could trip over some homeless lowlife
Vitriolic alcoholic
Vampire State dweller
Shut up with the patriotic
Yankee
Crowded
Cranky
Every vicious bitter bus driver's death wish
Late or skips you
Hates or hits you


One thing to do (get out, yeah, get out)
Spread the noose because I'm leaving here the easy way


We could cop a gawky accent
Think I'd rather have an accident
Or get taxed again
Share my personal space with the freaks
The losers, beatniks, thieves, and boozers
Got to hand it to the tourists
Ruin something all the rest assumed already ruined


Get out
I can't deny that I'm fakin' it like everyone else


We could hit the trendy hot spot
Baby, it's a long shot
Bicker with a bouncer
For some liquor
By the ounce cost more
Than the whores or the crack on the corner
Bootleg porno
Lose it
We could cruise around the back
Sit a stripper on our laps
Get the clap
Get the clap
Get the clap, yeah


We could hit tonight's open mic
Derivative and trite and farced
And claim it's art
We could shout at TRL
Waving signs and raising hell
"Hay mom! My speling's rong!"
I could simply disappear
An obituary here
For all of us
We're lost anonymous

[feldspar]

Things to Do in New York
by Feldspar

driving around
wide open roads
all lead abruptly out of town
we're both alone
we'll find our own way home
the primrose path of daliance*
leads directly to the bone

and i didn't mind the music
that your broken voice sang out to me
and i don't understand the way the moonlight
makes you seem more beautiful to me and
there's nothing to do in new york
except get away from new york, `cept get away
there's nothing to do in new york
except go home

it's after dark
the streetlights and the christmas lights
illuminate the way home
but it's too late
to say goodnight
so we both sat and watched the clock change
as the eerie blue light filled our eyes

and neither of us spoke too clearly
about some things
and the silence we shared spoke louder
than everything everything
there's nothing to do in new york
except get away from new york, `cept get away
there's nothing to do in new york
except go home

driving around
wide open roads all lead abruptly out of town
and it was far too late
to say good night or anything at all
i watched as your face lit up
a solemn chorus you tried to sing
the silence spoke louder
than everything, everything, everything
there's nothing to do in new york
unless you're seventeen and lost and trying not to be alone again and
there's nothing to do in new york
unless you're too tired to pretend
there's nothing to do in new york
except get away from new york, `cept free your mind and get away from here and
there's nothing to do in new york except go home

*with apologies to Mr. Shakespeare

[Mostess]

Things To Do In New York
Hostess Mostess

And the desperate summer rain
Clutches at the window
Just like the reflection of your face did
As his taxi pulled away
And he left you standing still
With nothing but "I'll see you"
And the heavy, quiet feeling
That you were

One of those things
Just one of those things
One of those things to do in New York

So every single page
Of the over-folded notebook is a memory
And every single one is another promise
For another way out of your room
And you got 'em all rated by demand,
Cross-indexed by intuition
Like the listings for a movie,
Like a catalogue of

One of those things
Just one of those things
One of those things to do in New York

And someone very wise once said that
The tears of the world are of a constant number
So you figured it was best
To move where they seemed scarce
But you did not figure on
That they'd get passed around quite so often
And now you're just another one of millions
Who knows the truth that that's just

One of those things
Just one of those things
One of those things to do in New York

[Caravan Ray]

Things To Do In New York
caravan ray

I saw a jacaranda tree in Central Park
It almost made me cry
The purple-flowered perfume filled the air
And I’ve visited every greengrocer
From the Bowery to the Bronx
But nobody’s selling fresh mangos anywhere

Then suddenly it struck me how stupid I have been
What am I doing here so far away from home
I’ve left someone who loves me, and the beautiful Queensland sun
To be here handcuffed to a mobile phone, saying

Chorus:
“I got things to do in New York
I got a man to see in Hong Kong”
I keep chasing a dollar all around the world
Singing the same old song
But I’m gonna prioritise
I realise
I’d rather be looking in to your eyes
I’m going back home to Brisbane
Back where I belong

Funny how I used plan
How I’d one day see the world
I’d leave good old Bris-Vegas far behind
But happiness isn’t a place you can fly to in a plane
And the more you search, the harder it is to find

Then suddenly it struck me how stupid I have been
What am I doing here so far away from home
I’ve left someone who loves me, and the beautiful Queensland sun
To be here handcuffed to a mobile phone, saying

Chorus

Powderfinger CD
And a flask of Bundy rum
Helps to make the homesickness decrease
And pretty soon I drift away, and I’m at the Ekka or Moreton Bay
Or The Gabba, with Matthew Hayden at the crease

Chorus
I’m goin back home to Brisbane
Back where I belong
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GLOSSARY:
Jacaranda - Jacaranda mimosifolia, large tree of Brazilian origin, profuse display of purple flowers in spring and summer. Common street tree in Brisbane suburbs.
Mango - Another traditional part of Brisbane suburbia is the large mango trees in many back-yards. The smell of rotting fallen fruit on hot summer days is a quinessential part of Queensland.
Bris Vegas - Term of affection for the city - referring to it's apparent lack of sophistication.
Powderfinger - Popular Brisbane-based band
Bundy: Bundaberg rum
Ekka: Royal Brisbane Agricultural Show - short for 'exhibition'
The Gabba: Brisbane Cricket Ground - short for Woolloongabba - the suburb in which it is located.
Matthew Hayden: Queensland/Australian opening batsman

[Lonbobby]

Things To Do in New York, by Fifteen Years

I'm a lonely girl
In a phony world
I have tons of friends
And I make sure to smile at them

I have no home, I am alone, no things to do in New York City
All out of time to commit crimes, I'd love some wine, now who's with me?
I'll sleep all day in the sleepless city, I don't care I'm feeling shitty
All hope is lost and what a cost, my apartment's cold in New York City

My room smells of gin
My room reeks of sin
There goes my deposit
On this one room closet

I walk the streets and watch my feet, I can't look up in New York City
The lines are long, the smell is strong, the things to do in New York City
are all a bore, what's it for?, just a distraction from the gritty
Just a detour, just a lure, just a cure for New York City

(chorus out...)

[Magnetbox]

Things to do in New York
Magnetbox
(C) 2005

I was told I had to go
But I really needed to know
What to do when I was in town
Tell me where it's going down

My friend made a guarantee
She said to go to Marquee
Because there are fables
of a girl dancing on tables

{Chorus}
Tell me please
Things to do in New York
I need to know
Things to do in New York

So I went down to the club
Where I ate some grub
And then to my demise
I looked into her eyes

She looked at me and smiled
I could tell she was wild
She climbed up on the chair
I could only stare at her hair

{Chorus}

Later she said it was a dare
Just to make the men stare
I told her that was all right
Then I went and bought her a Sprite

I asked her for some advice
It made her stop and think twice
She asked me not to speak
And gave me a kiss on the cheek

{Chorus} x 2

[historyman68]

Things to do in New York
by Historyman

The first time I argued for something I knew nothing about
Was when I heard your name should by a bloodthirsty crowd.
I was confused.
What had you done?
But I knew it couldn't be that bad.
So I jumped up on the stump and told them you were just doing your job.

When you were up there you seemed so good
Carried on a platform around the neighborhood
Tatoo burned into your chest
of all the things to do in New York I think you were the best.

The second time I argued for something I knew nothing about
When I was smitten enough to open my stupid mouth
I didn't know what I had done,
But I knew that I did it for you
So I spent my second day of vacation
Enjoying your point of view.

When I was up it didn't seem so good
Carried on a platform around the neighborhood
Tatoo burned into my breast
But of all the things to do in New York this still was the best.
of all the things to do in New York I think you were the best.
(the best, the best, the best, the best)
But of all the things to do in New York
It still was The Best.

[Andy Balham]

Things To Do In New York by The Masters of Grip

Land in Newark, Thursday night
Limo to the island, see the sites
New York City, lives and breathes
Thousand opportunities waiting for me

Daybreak on Friday, hit the shops
Macy’s and Bloomingdale’s, do the lot
Not all pleasure, business too
So I keep a low profile while I do what I do

Chorus
It can be frustrating, all this constant waiting
I’ve no problem with killing time
All the things to do, between rendezvous
Business’n pleasure, the perfect crime

Saturday morning, get up around nine
Lower East Side, on the old D line
Meet my contact by Rutger’s Park
Head for Battery and wait for the dark

Chorus

Take my aim
Steady my arm
Check the scope
See them come
Pick the time
To end it all
Squeeze the trigger and see them fall

Chorus

Time for fun has passed on by
Pack my stuff and prepare to fly
Head for Newark and the one-oh-five
Get out of town whilst I’m still alive

He takes his aim
Steadies his arm
Checks the scope
Sees me come
Picks his time
To end it all
The trigger’s squeezed and…