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  1. Brooklyn

Written and performed by John Henry Sheridan
Recorded, Mixed, and Produced by Jason Hills
© John Henry Sheridan 2001
Coral Sound Music 2014

Lyrics

“Brooklyn”

Wake up to another pot of coffee
To a lesser version of me
To another cup of everyday
Get dressed when I'm done taking a shower
I've got less than an hour
Before I've got to be in class
Bus stop – pay my dollar-fifty
These metro cards are nifty
'Cos I don't gotta look for change
Get off and step into the real world
The smell, touch, taste and steel world
And listen to the traffic roar

CHORUS
It's just another day in Brooklyn
It's just another morning in Anywhere, USA
Just another headaches, another of traffic
Another day of boredom and of dealing with our feelings
Just another calendar day of appointments...in Brooklyn

Time flies when your busy with a good time
But I'm just doin' hard time in a prison called the daily grind
Junction – gotta cross that mess of traffic
That metropolitan magic that we like to call “advancement”
Classroom – got my pen and pad ready
Gotta keep my head steady through the rest of a long day
Lunch break – grab another cup of coffee
Gotta get the ghosts off me
My past haunts me everyday

CHORUS
Just another day in Brooklyn
Just another afternoon in Anywhere, USA
Just another headaches, another of traffic
Another day of boredom and of dealing with our feelings
Just another calendar day of appointments...in Brooklyn

Head home to where I conduct business
Hours to go before rest, before I put my head down
Bus stop – ten blocks to my house
And it's feeling pretty cold out yet I walk the walk everyday
Unlock my door when I get there
And what the hell do I care if there's messages on my machine?
But I shouldn't be complaining, I'm getting educated
And at least I'm keeping busy

CHORUS
Just another day in Brooklyn
Just another evening in Anywhere, USA
Just another traffic, another day of headaches
Another day of people, another day of disappointments
Another day of dollars, another day of buses
Another day of streets, and another day of fusses
Over petty little things from petty little people
Over made up little problems far detached from the real world
Another day of worries, another day of illusions
Another surety, another day of confusion
Another day of nausea, and of hidden agendas
Another day of hope and of …

Tragic endings
In Brooklyn
Tragic endings
In Brooklyn

In Brooklyn, in Brooklyn
Hmmm