Story Behind The Song
Written in tribute to a woman I loved and nearly married in NYC
Song Description
Speaks of New York City as a woman who is loved, difficult, seductive, familiar, challenging.
| Song Length |
3:55 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Unique - Soundtracks |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Frantic, Adorable |
Subject |
City, Relationship |
| Similar Artists |
Paul Simon, Peter Gabriel |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The say it's a cold one
You better dress for it
Not like the last road that I walked on
Left a chill I won't forget
Been to Boston, been to Austin, down in L.A. again
And never long alone
Been to London, been to Paris, up to Inverness
But New York is my home
No I wasn't born there
It's not where I went to school
Didn't grow up there with my parents, with their children
Never walked The Avenue
But I can see her bigger, brighter skies
And all of me, when I look down from her heights, so high
It's like something made in dreams
My New York memory
She is angry, she is ailing, she is everything
I ever hope to be
And she knows the words to every lovers' language
In a voice that speaks to me
And there're few who can resist her
And fewer she'll set free
As she wraps you in the blanket of her winter
Then melts you with her heat, so sweet
She's a myster I've received
My New York Memory