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I slid along the Avenue until I reached your place I must admit I'd had a few and longed for your embrace The steps were barely salted, and I cursed them as I fell and peppered my possessions on the sidewalk iced from hell. Face down upon the Avenue I breathed the cold of night and realized to my surprise my hip had twisted right And not a soul was present there to raise me from my dread no not a one to hear my cries or anything I said. And never I've felt so foolish, though a fool I've been before and every time I've done me wrong I'm laying on the floor with roots in Jersey City, bought my boots right here on sale Bayonne to blame, I'll take the shame if just one cab I hale. I laid upon the Avenue, each minute like an hour and I prayed that God was having you come down from your high tower. to find me there, an old time square without a New Year's ball much better to found alive than not be found at all. Well it's been my vain conception that I'm good in any storm I'm graceful, no deception, all my landings, perfect form pride reserved an answer for the blasted state I'm in only New Years Eve will bring out all the things I've never been. Well it must have been near midnight, turned my head to hear the riff distant music on the river and my mind began to drift when something kicked my ankle like the tip of someone's shoe could it be the boot of heaven checking if my soul was due? I'd landed near a tire, whose tread was laced with snow which buried in the mire, had nowhere else to go and glimpsing my reflection in the hub which shined like new I witnessed my deliverance, 'twas the light of God, it's true! From somewhere deep within the smoky bellows of my ire a verse from someone else's song which rose up like a choir "Is it you my sweet beloved, come to raise me from my plight?... for I've fallen in my drunken state this cold dark News Years Night!" "And what have we beheld here, it's a woman in the snow her hip looks out of socket though her face is all aglow" They rushed me to the hospital and just in time for tea which warmed the cockles of my heart and thawed my love for thee. Never I've felt so foolish, though a fool I've been before and every time I've done me wrong I'm laying on the floor if maybe someone else's song will save them from their grave I'll take the shame on New Years Eve if just one soul I save! All these years I've been a sinner, running circles, chasing youth, with my hair as gray as winter I've come face to face with truth Lying flat out on the sidewalk on that News Years Eve from hell I learned to trust correction and I hope you're doing well. Now I'm singing Someone Else's song, for me it ain't that true I don't get drunk on New Years Eye and rarely think of you Well If one day you should meet me on the street where you might live, just be sure to wave and greet me if you've got the time to give. And never you'll feel so foolish, though you've been a fool before and every time you've done you wrong you're lying on the floor if maybe Someone Else's song will save you from your grave       then take the shame on New Years Eve, if just your soul you save!
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
Fairytale of Bayonne
I slid along the Avenue until I reached your place I must admit I'd had a few and longed for your embrace The steps were barely salted, and I cursed them as I fell and peppered my possessions on the sidewalk iced from hell. Face down upon the Avenue I breathed the cold of night and realized to my surprise my hip had twisted right And not a soul was present there to raise me from my dread no not a one to hear my cries or anything I said. And never I've felt so foolish, though a fool I've been before and every time I've done me wrong I'm laying on the floor with roots in Jersey City, bought my boots right here on sale Bayonne to blame, I'll take the shame if just one cab I hale. I laid upon the Avenue, each minute like an hour and I prayed that God was having you come down from your high tower. to find me there, an old time square without a New Year's ball much better to found alive than not be found at all. Well it's been my vain conception that I'm good in any storm I'm graceful, no deception, all my landings, perfect form pride reserved an answer for the blasted state I'm in only New Years Eve will bring out all the things I've never been. Well it must have been near midnight, turned my head to hear the riff distant music on the river and my mind began to drift when something kicked my ankle like the tip of someone's shoe could it be the boot of heaven checking if my soul was due? I'd landed near a tire, whose tread was laced with snow which buried in the mire, had nowhere else to go and glimpsing my reflection in the hub which shined like new I witnessed my deliverance, 'twas the light of God, it's true! From somewhere deep within the smoky bellows of my ire a verse from someone else's song which rose up like a choir "Is it you my sweet beloved, come to raise me from my plight?... for I've fallen in my drunken state this cold dark News Years Night!" "And what have we beheld here, it's a woman in the snow her hip looks out of socket though her face is all aglow" They rushed me to the hospital and just in time for tea which warmed the cockles of my heart and thawed my love for thee. Never I've felt so foolish, though a fool I've been before and every time I've done me wrong I'm laying on the floor if maybe someone else's song will save them from their grave I'll take the shame on New Years Eve if just one soul I save! All these years I've been a sinner, running circles, chasing youth, with my hair as gray as winter I've come face to face with truth Lying flat out on the sidewalk on that News Years Eve from hell I learned to trust correction and I hope you're doing well. Now I'm singing Someone Else's song, for me it ain't that true I don't get drunk on New Years Eye and rarely think of you Well If one day you should meet me on the street where you might live, just be sure to wave and greet me if you've got the time to give. And never you'll feel so foolish, though you've been a fool before and every time you've done you wrong you're lying on the floor if maybe Someone Else's song will save you from your grave       then take the shame on New Years Eve, if just your soul you save!
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
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