Rerecording of 'City of Sparkling Sidewalks'
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Messing with my new guitar and tried to get an old-fshioned Mic sound via state of the art production techniques (TeeHee)
In the City of Sparkling Sidewalks
Sweating Budweiser beer
From Pacific Heights to Fisherman’s Wharf
Evenings are cool round here
I’m rolling north to the border
They all suck on Starbuck Lattes
Now I’m on The Embarcardero
And wait for cable cars
Sitting on a tram car
I’m looking for an Internet Cafe
So I can send you an e-card
From the City of Sparkling Sidewalks
The dead chicken windows of Chinatown
At Ocean Beach the Pacific pounds
I love this City and it’s sounds
I found a bar with 26 beers
It’s always happy hour round here
Raise a glass to Columbus and City Lights
The Beat Ghosts are all walking tonight
I see a high heeled lady stepping out of a cab
Click clacking on the sparkling slabs
Bay Bridge takes my breath away
To Oakland and Santa Fe
Tommorrow I’m over the Golden Gate and gone
Heading north on Highway 101
Got no time for Sausalito
Heading north as fast as we can go
We found a town with joined up shops
Where life never starts and time never stops
But I spent my money on sourdough
Who knows where the hours go ?
In the City of Sparkling Sidewalks
The dead chicken windows of Chinatown
I loved that City’s sound
I just loved looking around
I just loved looking around
I just loved looking around
I just loved looking around
I’m down on Granville Island
Eating steak salad from Thailand
Left my heart in Stanley Park
Clouds so low I needed an ark
Make it a liberty ship
Take a freedom trip
Nobody heard my dying words
My living words too
Like a fish that lives on turds
I’m so low down and blue
(Not used)
Im going back to the City of Sparkling Sidewalks
The dead chicken windows of Chinatown
At sunset I stood on the Rockies
And I saw heaven before me
Avenue of lumbering giants
I’m an ecologist – won’t you be my clients
Women wander lost in these malls
I’m in the city of Diana Kralls
In the Ya’Tel Motel on a Saturday night
With a no-tell sad-spell to keep me quiet
My wife says “listen to the words”
Like I always listen to hers