Monica:
Early every morning as the night is turning light
I walk awake the city through the traffic of the human being
Everybody wearing their invisible crown
As the sky turns a million shades of red downtown
It's an avalanche of faces, the people of all races
The trash cans and the music and the unexpected flowers
The twinkle of the twin towers, the walking with a walk-man
The vicious, volley, wham-bam, pompano, ya-ya-ya-ya
Everybody's telling me lately
Everything is gonna be fine
NYC Forever
This September, '77
Ian:
Underneath the covers, in the morning we are lovers
In the afternoon and evenings too, and all the hours in between
I'm visiting vistas I have never seen
All the colors of love seep low through my window
Both:
Walking through times square, hand-in-hand we stop
Monica:
Isn't that way a coach checks sucked his lollipop?
Ian:
New wave blares on every stereo speaker
Both:
How we love our room above the Ritter and the bleaker
Everybody better remember
Everything is gonna be fine
NYC Forever
This September, '77
Monica:
Everywhere you turn opportunity
Ian:
Delivery
Monica:
Incredible
Ian:
A miracle
Monica:
For a girl like me
Ian:
For a guy like me
Monica:
It's the rush of the rage
Ian:
Wish it was simpler
Monica:
The adrenaline bay
Ian:
Just me and her
Monica: ````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Ian:
The dog eats the dung ````````````````````````````````The blur of
You hit the ground running ``````````````````````````````The booze
Cause here you got nothing for nothing
Ian:
Pour more booze
Monica:
Nothing for nothing
Ian:
Pour more booze
Monica:
Come out with me tonight. The Filthy Rat Bastards are hosting a party later at Skanks.
Ian:
Oh, that's the third party in a row.
Monica:
No, it's the same party. It just hasn't finished yet.
Ian:
Lay down with me.
Monica:
Sounds fantastic, but this is business, darling.
I mean, show business isn't all show. Get some rest, our big night tomorrow. C.B.G.B's!
We gotta be great.
Ian:
Yeah, cheers.
The clock's tick-tocking, and my mind's sleep-walking
She's always running and there's always something
I'm all alone, so far from home
Oh, brother, am I her lover or her mother?
Good morning.
Hello, is this the liquor store?
I'm running out of whiskey
Would you bring me more, pretty please?
I got a gig tonight at CBGB's
Monica:
Ian, no!
Tonight's gonna be great!
After the show, promise me you'll wait
Ian:
I'm thirsty as a hark
I'm full of fear and loathing
I'm sweating and my safety-pin's holding up my clothing
Everything is coming together
Monica:
Everything's gonna be fine
Both:
NYC forever
This September
'77!
