From the recording New York City
Lyrics
Lyrics
Comin' in from the airportLookin' at the cityscapeI know what I’m here forAnd I can hardly waitTo be back in the cityThat I call my ownNew York City
Lying in the grass in Central ParkOn a Sunday afternoonListenin' to the dogs barkJust want to be here with youHere in the cityThat I call my ownNew York City
New York CityYou have a wayNo other city is quite the sameI love youWe’ll never part
New York CityYou’re my homeLove you cityI’ll never roamI love youWith all my heartNew York
Sailing on the HudsonRoundin’ Lady LibertyNothin’ like the view of freedomLookin’ back at the cityLookin’ back at the cityThat I call my ownNew York City
Story
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman that was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.”
—E. B. White, “Here is New York”
Thanks to SL and JS because they conspired to make the cool 3-beat bar part of the song. And to JS whose reference to Joni Mitchell helped the recording find its final form. Recorded live.
Credits
Heather Wise, lead vocal and acoustic guitarSteve Lewis, electric guitarJordan Scannella, electric bass
Recorded/Mixed at Dreamland Studios, West Hurley, NY by Matthew CullenMastered at Avatar Studios, NYC by Fred Kevorkian