Por el momento valga esto como pequeño aperitivo de mis impresiones de la ciudad de los sueños, la de los mios al menos.En proximas entregas el relato completo de mi viaje.De momento lo que toca son mundanas facturas, proveedores, ivas, contablilidadades en fin….
Start spreadin’ the news,
I’m leavin’ today
I want to be a part of it,
New York, New York…
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it,
New York, New York…
I wanna wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m king of the hill,
Top of the heap…
My little town blues
Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it,
In old New York…
If I can make it there,
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you,
New York, New York…
New York, New York…
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m A-number-one,
Top of the heap,
King of the hill,
A-number-one…
These little town blues
They are melting away
I’m gonna make
A brand new start of it
In old New York
A-a-a-nd if I can make it there,
I’m gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you,
New York, New York…
New York…
There’s blacks with knives and whites with guns
fighting in Howard Beach
There’s no such thing as human rights
when you walk the N.Y.streets
A cop was shot in the head by a 10 years old kid
named Buddah in Central Park last week
The fathers and daughters are lined up by the coffins
by the Statue of Bigotry
The dopers sent a message to the cops last weekend
they shot him in the car where he sat
And Eleanor Bumpers and Michael Stewart
must have appreciated that
There’s a rampaging rage rising up like a plague
of bloody vials washing up on the beach
It’ll take more than the Angels or Iron Mike Tyson
to heal this bloody breach, hey, hey
A junkie ran down a lady a pregnant dancer
she’ll never dance but the baby was saved
He shot up some China White and nodded out at the wheel
and he doesn’t remember a thing
They shot that old lady ’cause they thought she was a witness to
a crime she didn’t even see
Whose home is the home of the brave
by the Statue of Bigotry, hey
You got a black .38 and a gravity knife
you still have to ride the train
There’s the smelly essence of N.Y. down there
but you ain’t no Bernard Goetz
There’s no Mafia lawyer to fight in your corner for that
15 minutes of fame
The have and the have nots are bleeding in the tub
that’s New York’s future not mine, oh