We must have missed this issue of Time Out New York magazine when it hit newsstands back in March 2012, wherein they compiled the "100 Best New York Songs."
Only 100?
We're over 200 here and we're still adding more.
Great cover photo though.
We lead by example (example) It's time to set the trend (to set the trend) Once again
Stand up New York Hardcore show your pride Stand up New York Hardcore be recognized
We're the New York state of mind Our city one of a kind Station World wide We have enough for you all I must pay my own most respect To the scene that started it all
Hardcore show your pride Stand up New York Hardcore be recognized
Brooklyn are you with me?
Queens are you with me? Strong Island are you with me?
Staten Island are you with me? The Bronx are you with me?
Manhattan are you with me? STAND UP NEW YORK
Here's something we always enjoy around here...a brand new, soulful New York City love song and accompanying video. This one comes from New York Dolls guitarist Sylvain Sylvain. According to Syl's Facebook page, the song will be featured on his upcoming solo album, to be titled "The Monkey Never Dies."
No release date on that just yet...
"Leaving New York" - Music and Lyrics by Sylvain Sylvain
Sylvain Sylvain - Vocal/Guitar
Cheetah Chrome - Guitar
Sean Koos - Bass/Piano & Hammond B3
Les Warner - Drums
Angie Primm & Gayle Mayes - Backing Vocals
The sun comes swaggering across the harbour,
And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows,
She already plenty shaky stands there,
Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty,
Uptown luigi who don't speak english so good,
Is having an accident,
Backing his dumptruck into the fence,
The tin cans go clattering down the lane,
A drowsy bum thinks it's thunder,
And pulls the news over his head to stop the rain.
No, it ain't judgement day,
No, it ain't armageddon,
It's just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning.
New york putting it's feet on the floor,
It's just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning,
New york putting it's feet on the floor.
Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns,
Worm ridden fruit trees stream out grand central,
Pleased to be breathing bagels and pollution.
In Times Square new graffiti, old revolutions,
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her a free coffee
Lucky he's a jesus freak moonlighting,
At the ACME discount store over in Queens,
The burglar alarm starts to scream,
A cop picks out his gun fires one and yells, "freeze!".
No, it ain't world war four,
It's just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning,
New York putting it's feet on the floor.
Nearby the Hudson a hooker makes a 'u',
To help a blind man to his pew in the park,
Some long ago home training jars the memory,
The bag lady says 'thank you' and curtsies.
The herd of beaten tourists limp homeward,
Having bitten off more than they could chew,
Moaning them old big city blues,
Miss liberty depicts her qualms and grins,
Another subway starts rattling,
And luigi's cans go clattering down the hill.
No, it ain't some kind of I'll wind,
No, it ain't the world coming to an end,
Just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning,
New york putting it's feet on the floor.