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Welcome to the city

Its a city I've never seen

as I ride waves painted on steel tracks

looking through worn out glass

to see the setting sun cast behind refineries,

 

I got off on McArthur, not really sure

but the voice said southbound

and I think I heard

San Francisco too,

These are good times to be aware and maybe

not wear what plays music in my ears

but I heard

cause I listened

and I found myself there,

 

"Man I know You!"

homeless men have diamond voices

when they sing me as I walk,

homeless times since 1982,

I'm sure you've all bought

one paper at one time for one dollar for someone before,

 

That night was my first night,

but I never read mine just got high on city lights

as I got lost on stockton and found myself on top of Sacramento,

and I'll tell ya I was looking for Jones street which is next to ofarrely.

 

12 pack PBR is a better deal then a six,

Apples make for better pipes

then glass on glass with sticks to light our way home,

home, where was I but old friends making new friends

reading old words hearing new,

 

"Im the Honeycomb baby

Yea baby

the Honeybomb",

 

Walking finding not so lonely bus's

Come out and Play yayyyyyy,

people know of warriors too

when you shout for no one in particular to hear

the public transport people know we all got somewhere far to go,

 

Welcome to the city streets

where leaking gutters

is one man peeing on the streets

I swear his stream was strong,

 

Welcome to the city view,

the tallest building,

that hill,

a university,

You can see the stars tonight

not always,

your lucky,

be ready for the cloudy nights,

 

Welcome to the city voice

where everyone sings their little tune

and everyone sings along,

you pick up one guitar,

two more might follow

with a bass and djembe too

 

Welcome to the city boy.

Its your new home for now,

and now is all that really matters.

 

And don't forget a bicycle

cause taxicabs ain't fun

when your broke

living life rich on something more then paper bills,

 

cause

 

You might work from 10 to 12

but your here and your living

and I hear everyone still goes out to play

cause you work for fun

and your fun is what you make it,

 

I might never leave

yet I might find myself coming back

its San Francisco

and I'm living near

to find out what the city means

to those who have lived suburban dreams

can only venture out to guess

what a city holds

for those little boys

finding out what it means to make a man.

 

So I'm welcomed to the city

and its only just begun,

cause now its my turn for another job

for more fun

made of all fun

in times to high to care,

cause it don't matter what you wear

or how you act,

as long as your discovering you

for what might be true,

Cant tell you that I know

But I'll tell you,

 

Welcome to the city,

cause you might already live here,

but listen to this Kansas Colorado Oregon kid speak,

everyday holds something new

no matter how long you've lived,

or plan to.

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Published
Mar 28, 2011
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Thinking about reading this one out loud this thursday. So critique and input welcome.

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