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Beastie Boys

An Open Letter to NYC Lyrics

by Beastie Boys on album An Open Letter to NYC

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers

Beastie Boys

An Open Letter To NYC Lyrics

by Beastie Boys on album An Open Letter To NYC

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers

Beastie Boys

An Open Letter To NYC Lyrics

by Beastie Boys on album An Open Letter To NYC

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-East, Kurds and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers

Hawthorne Heights

Wasted In Nyc Lyrics

by Hawthorne Heights on album Hate

Is this a break or a fracture? Sugar sweet and manufactured This cavity you opened in me, won't close so easily I'll stitch myself back together, forget the years I've wasted in NYC Drag these bones b

Hawthorne Heights

Wasted In NYC Lyrics

by Hawthorne Heights on album Hate

Is this a break or a fracture? Sugar sweet and manufactured This cavity you opened in me, won't close so easily I'll stitch myself back together, forget the years I've wasted in NYC Drag these bones b

Hawthorne Heights

Wasted in NYC Lyrics

by Hawthorne Heights on album Hate

Is this a break or a fracture? Sugar sweet and manufactured This cavity you opened in me, won't close so easily I'll stitch myself back together, forget the years I've wasted in NYC Drag these bones b

Steve Conte NYC

Happy Hour Lyrics

by Steve Conte NYC on album The "Steve Conte NYC" Album

You can meet me here for Happy Hour when you're feeling bad. Every day I'm here at Happy Hour How come I'm still sad? Misery loves company, so let my people in, when the clock strikes Happy Hour aga

Steve Conte NYC

Anytime at All Times Lyrics

by Steve Conte NYC on album The "Steve Conte NYC" Album

Any time at all times back when we were small-time living just ball times never lacked lust Cheap Rosé and roses kids with golden noses always good to go, yeah, and never enough Yeah! Keeping up t

Steve Conte NYC

She Blinds Lyrics

by Steve Conte NYC on album The "Steve Conte NYC" Album

All my senses have been heightened since I set my sights on Brighton where she lives in a humble seaside flat Shining like some golden idol making feelings like a tidal wave come over me I was afraid

Steve Conte NYC

What Would I Do If I Were Me? Lyrics

by Steve Conte NYC on album The "Steve Conte NYC" Album

What would i do if i were me? I'd get me a home across the sea live the king that I could be that's what I'd do if I were me What would I do if I were you? I wouldn't do what they told me to wouldn't

Hard-Fi

Better Do Better - Live from NYC Bowery Ballroom Version Lyrics

by Hard-Fi on album Better Do Better (Live from NYC Bowery Ballroom Version)

You're back, sitting on my doorstep Ah yeah, like nothing happened Telling me that you're free and oh Can you see me again? Yeah right, you've been kicked out Do you think I'm that stupid? You say yo

Bob Dylan

Motherless Children (Live at The Gaslight Café, NYC, 1962) Lyrics

by Bob Dylan on album Motherless Children (Live at The Gaslight Café, NYC, 1962)

Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead Motherless children run a hard road when your mother is dead Motherless children run a hard road, a hard road, a hard road Motherless child

J.R. Richards

Counting Blue Cars (Live in NYC) Lyrics

by J.R. Richards on album Counting Blue Cars (Live in NYC)

It must have been mid-afternoon I could tell by how far a child's shadow stretched out, and he walks with a purpose in his sneakers down the street he had many questions, like children often do he sai

Guts feat. Patrice & School Voices NYC

Want It Back Lyrics

by Guts feat. Patrice & School Voices NYC on album Saint-Germain-des-Prés Café Vol. 16 by KlangKuenstler

It's Patrice and Guts and Studio School Voice NYC. Hip Hop after all. Yeah, free town's alone land of diamonds. Real swagamuffin. Yeah, Africa, Europe, Afropean music, Boom. Oh-oh it's now or never,

Guts, Patrice & The Studio School Voices NYC

Want It Back Lyrics

by Guts, Patrice & The Studio School Voices NYC on album Want It Back

It's Patrice and Guts and Studio School Voice NYC. Hip Hop after all. Yeah, free town's alone land of diamonds. Real swagamuffin. Yeah, Africa, Europe, Afropean music, Boom. Oh-oh it's now or never,

The Casualties

Made in NYC Lyrics

by The Casualties on album Made in NYC

(The music, if you could call it that, physically assualts anyone dumb enough to listen to it) Give me my fucking beer. Sniffin' glue Drinkin' beers Don't give a fuck how the hippies feel This is f

Hawthorne Heights

Wasted In Nyc Lyrics

by Hawthorne Heights on album Hate

Is this a break or a fracture? Sugar sweet and manufactured This cavity you opened in me, won't close so easily I'll stitch myself back together, forget the years I've wasted in NYC Drag these bones b

Benny Benassi Pres. The Biz

Satisfaction (NYC / South Beach Anthem) Lyrics

by Benny Benassi Pres. The Biz on album The Best of... NYC Afterhours 'Feel the Drums'

Push me And then just touch me Till I can get my Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction Satisfaction, satisfaction Push me And then just touch me Till I can get my Satisfaction, satisfaction, satis

Surfer Blood

Take It Easy (Live in NYC) Lyrics

by Surfer Blood on album Live In Nyc

You and me could it be meant to be Nothings wrong when I'm with you The ice in me is melting rapidly Now I'm a believer too Up all night I shiver with delight Everytime I hear your song I can't belie

Surfer Blood

Catholic Pagans (Live in NYC) Lyrics

by Surfer Blood on album Live In Nyc

Never could Be still for long And I could never hold a job. Coupled with A weakness for cocaine and liquor Not much you can do for love. When I met you, I broke the mold. I fell apart and combed my