take me back to New York City - LukeTrepp

Theres a girl with the red dress on Some folks call her Dinah Stoled my heart away from me Way down in Louisiana Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry The big bee sucks the blossom And the little bee makes the honey Poor man throws the cotton And the rich man makes the money Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Would can talk to Susy, would can talk to Susy Would can talk to Susy, now can talk to Susy Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Always wear this great big smile We never do look sour We travel all over this country wide Playing music by the hour Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry

Take me out of this prison Back to the clear blue sky Take me back to the part where this cowboy's heart Want's to live 'til I die Take me back to the prairie Away from these cold prison bars By a campfire's gleam let me lie there and dream Under a blanket of stars Where each mountain top wears a halo Of fleecy white clouds overhead Where symphonies ring from birds on the wing And the grass is like a soft feather bed Take me back to the prairie Bach to the land I love best So that when I am gone I'll be where I belong There in my haven of rest

I dream in phosphorescence Bleed through spaces See you drifting past the fog But no one told you where to go We dive through crystal waters Perfect oceans But no one told me not to breathe And now the weightlessness recedes My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden Well, yeah, I spit blood when I wake up Sink porcelain stained, choking up brain matter and make-up Just two days since the mainframe went down and I'm still messed up Room feels like a meat freezer I dangle in like cold cuts Missed calls, answer phones from people I just don't trust Mirror talk, fake love But I'll take a pound of your flesh 'Fore you take a piece of my paystub White roses, black doves Godmother, rise up I need you to see me for what I have become My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire I guess it goes to show, does it not? That we've no idea what we've got Until we lose it And no amount of love will keep it around If we don't choose it And I don't know what's got its teeth in me But I'm about to bite back in anger No amount of self-sought fury Will bring back the glory of innocence My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm in waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire (When we were made) (It was no accident) (You know my desire) (We were tangled up like branches in a flood) I have traveled far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden Take me back to Eden

You called me last night on the telephone And I was glad to hear from you 'cause I was all alone You said, "It's snowing, it's snowing - God I hate this weather!" Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together Instrumental We met in the springtime at a rock-n-roll show It was on the Bowery when it was time to go We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life 'Cause everyone's your friend in New York City And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see But the best thing about New York City is you and me Instrumental Statue of Liberty, Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, "Cats" and Tiffany's Central Park, Brooklyn Bridge The Empire State where Dylan lived Coney Island and Times Square Rockefeller Center Wish I was there Instrumental You wrote me a letter just the other day Said "Springtime is coming soon, so why don't you come to stay?" I packed my stuff, got on the bus, I can't believe it's true I'm three days from New York City and I'm three days from you 'Cause everyone's my friend in New York City And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see But the best thing about New York City is you and me 'Cause everyone's my friend in New York City And everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty The streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see But the best thing about New York City is you and me Instrumental

You've got to get a hold of yourself I need a break from my brain From the doubt, from the stress, from the pain This anxiety is killing me and keeping me awake I need a break from my temper It's exhausting to live with the anger It weighs me down and it holds me back And it ties me to an anchor Take me away 'Cause I'm not okay I'm stuck at the bottom In a prison of problems That I can't escape So take me away Oh-oh, oh-oh I need a break from my phone (yeah) I'm jealous of these fuckers I don't even know (yeah) Yeah, I never win and comparison is nothing but a blackhole Take me away (take me away) 'Cause I'm not okay (I'm not okay) I'm stuck at the bottom In a prison of problems That I can't escape So take me away Take me away in a car, on a plane This whole world keeps fucking with my brain Take me away, please, give it a rest I just need to take a break From my brain Take me away (take me away) 'Cause I'm not okay (I'm not okay) I'm stuck at the bottom In a prison of problems That I can't escape So take me away Take me away Take me away Take me away I need a break from my brain

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour