CARAVAN CLUB – MORE SONGS!

Here is another song on the list for the Caravan Club gig – you’ll hear it as never before with just two guitars and me. By the way any Sydney-siders who don’t like ordering over the web on my site or via Tictail – Red Eye Records in Sydney city stock my cds, the old physical things. Red Eye is a fabulous shop, you will enjoy yourself.

Off my fourth album This is my Planet, Bicton v Brooklyn is my homage to the great city of New York.

BICTON V BROOKLYN

Broadway’s pumpin’ like a heart at the end of a marathon
Steam comes belching and melts the street that you’re on
And the Village buckles and sags from the weight of its cool
No one plays someone and everyone’s somebody’s fool

But you can’t keep the life of the street
No matter the risk or the heat
It’s the pattern of Manhattan
On a Friday or Saturday night
And when the boy from Bicton meets a hood from Brooklyn
There’s gonna be a hell of a fight

Someone shot up and a cop
Up in the South Bronx
Ginsberg shot his mouth off and Warhol ate at this restaurant
And the Bicton boy is a front row forward with nerves of steel
And the Brooklyn hood is good at the sort of looks that kill
But you can’t keep the life of the street
No matter the risk or the heat
It’s the pattern of Manhattan
On a Friday or Saturday night
And when the boy from Bicton meets a hood from Brooklyn
There’s gonna be a hell of a fight

It’s almost as if everything happens by accident
The yellow cabs and the threat of violence are ever present
A tourist from Bicton and a hood from Brooklyn are on a collision course
But the outcomes uncertain cause either could turn off on West 24th
But you can’t keep the life of the street
No matter the risk or the heat
It’s the pattern of Manhattan
On a Friday or Saturday night
And when the boy from Bicton meets a hood from Brooklyn
There’s gonna be a hell of a fight.

I can’t give an answer ’cause it happened in a moment that’s frozen in time
Bicton V Brooklyn is a bout that bounces around in my mind
Is there a winner and loser or do both just squirm on the ground
At the end of a celluloid shootout who’ll survive this time around?
But you can’t keep the life of the street
No matter the risk or the heat
It’s the pattern of Manhattan
On a Friday or Saturday night
And when the boy from Bicton meets a hood from Brooklyn
There’s gonna be a hell of a fight