“The City”, original written and performed by David
"Burn" original written and performed by David Hubbard, garage band arrangement. Rap genre….
David Hubbard © 2009
I won’t say it if it don’t make you feel fine
I don’t play it that way - I like to make time
The night’s all about us – it don’t go slow
Above lights, dust hangs like a halo
The heat’s all ablaze in 2 places
It rises in stages and waxes and wanes
in a shimmering, contagious. It’s born and it ages,
it idles and hides, and it lurches and rages
The city is great and frost-covered
A consummate place for two lovers
You’re breathing your name on the window
Below beams, eyes gleam in the dim glow
Above leaves, light breathes in the deep snow
Out in the night the heart thieves go
We can give and forgive and deliver
Like the last arrows in a quiver
And time catches up from behind us
It lurches along as it searches and finds us
It chides us sometimes, but that’s just to remind us
The good and the bad is before and behind us
And didn’t you look pretty
And didn’t you look right
Out in the city that night
And you’re coming out of it, Girl
And you’re doing fine
Out in the city tonight!
I won’t say it if it don’t make you feel fine
I don’t play it that way; I like to make time
The night’s all about us, so don’t go slow
In the shimmering, undulating half-glow
And the sting on my lips from the static
is sharp and dramatic. Entwined with the pain
is a pattern erratic. And your aromatics
are leaving my brain and my body ecstatic
And your shimmering eyes make me shiver
In the glimmering light of the river
I’ll happily go where you lead me
Below trees, night flees as you free me
Above leaves, light breathes as you leave me
Being with you is so easy
And we can take and partake and discover
Walk ‘til we find a place to love and take cover
And morning will sing as we’re bringing it in
There’s a sting on my lips as they’re leaving your skin
It’s such a delicate thing that we gently begin
And we smile for a while before we fall in
And didn’t you look pretty
And didn’t you look right
Out in the city that night
And you’re coming out of it, Girl
And you’re doing fine
Out in the city tonight!
Wait! It’s live. No lies. Goodbye. You fly.
You’ll find you’re great. How ‘bout a last date?
In the winter when the Bird has got a burn within her
she’ll fly away to balmier climes, ‘cause she’s looking for love the same way she did last time
Yeah, the last time
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