Story Behind The Song
Nate Schweber desperately missed his 141 address in Harlem, after having moved to Patterson, NJ.
Song Description
Missing the culture and neighborhood energy of 141 in Harlem.
Song Length |
3:14 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Country - Alternative |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Sociable, Diplomatic |
Subject |
Life, Home |
Similar Artists |
The Rolling Stones, Warren Zevon |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
141
It?s hot as hell up on a Harlem rooftop
Looking down I see a street party up and down my block
Young men are doing chin-ups on a fire escape
While little girls dance to a serenade
Of a DJ at a mixing board calling out, ?141!?
I moved here from the country I was 22
The white dot in the black inside a yin-yang zoo
The old men waved at me when I walked by
As they sat out on their front steps with the gospel music high
The rhythm and humidity surrounded me on 141
141
A boy got shot at the end of the block
Today candles, photos, handkerchiefs mark the spot
His friends all gather 'round, they sing his favorite songs
And they hug and cry and pray for him all night long
They hold their bottles to the sky and they drink a cheers on 141
141
I saw a million different stories on that New York street
With Adam Clayton to the west and Malcolm X to the east
I?d never been to heaven and I?d never been to 141
Mrs. King lived in my building more than 50 years
She?d hold my mail in her apartment and I?d pay her in beer
I?d buy it at the corner shop and bring it back to 141
Last year I moved away now home is too damn plain
Can?t meet my neighbors, hear their music, smell their barbecuing
I feel like something?s missing, I?m missing life on 141
So take me back?