Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tempesst
Künstler:in
Toma Banjanin
Leadgesang
Andy Banjanin
Schlagzeug
Blake Misipeka
Bassgitarre
Eric Weber
E-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Toma Banjanin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Elliot Heinrich
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I got a stiff neck from all this bowing down
I wasn't made to be kissing the ground you pricks are parading on
And from this lowly point of view, the cracks in the pavement
Look like canyons I wish you'd all fall into
I hauled up in a den on South Fourth and Driggs
Doors down from where my hero drowned in his Black Spring
A century on, the words still ring true
"No saint ever set foot on Myrtle Avenue"
Why the face? Give us a smile
What did you expect from a city that loves no one
On my own, far from being alone
I find myself anonymous in New York
I got a stiff neck from looking up to you
Seeing through the worn-out monologues and your counterfeit views
I want to know, who do you become
Without your audience or chorus line kicking along?
On the rooftop, having no fun
In the bellows of the city that loves no one
Cursed by the crowd unaccounted for
Surrounded, anonymous in New York
They pour out like ants through a crack in the wall
Starved for attention, eating their young
I might just stay a while, stay a while, stay a while
I wanna be ignored, be ignored, be ignored
I wanna be anonymous in New York
Writer(s): Toma Banjanin
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