Sunday, January 25, 2009
Through the years, I have always liked this unusual song by Elton John -- it's one of those strange compositions that sticks in my life memory. Thanks to 007koko007, whose site contains many terrific Elton John videos.
Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say.
I thought I knew,
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City.
Until you've seen this trashcan dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through,
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you,
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you.
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night,
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light.
This Broadway's got,
It's got a lot of songs to sing;
If I knew the tunes I might join in.
I'll go my way alone,
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City.
Subway's no way for a good man to go down,
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown,
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found,
I thank the Lord for the people I have found.