Story Behind The Song
Was riding the "El" back from downtown on an August day as twilight became evening and a fog began to descend--took note of everything I saw through the train windows and how the fog served as a backdrop, sheer curtain, and moodmaker
Song Description
How an August fog at twilight descends upon Chicago and turns it eerie and sensual
Song Length |
3:08 |
Genre |
Jazz - Lounge, Blues - Modern |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Relaxed, Amiable |
Subject |
Air, Midnight, Night |
Similar Artists |
Dionne Farris, Michelle Shocked |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
Black kid battin' fungoes in the alley
And his best friend shaggin' flies
El train screamin' shooting thru the valley
Past the lake and the fact'ry skies
Past the burned-out houses and the see-thru blouses
And the Latin lovers' cries
There's a fog rollin' in across the city
And it's coverin' up our eyes
CH: And it's a fog, fog, rolling off the water, now
Look at that mother roll
I said a fog, fog, foggy in the city
And it's coverin' up my soul
Uh huh huh............
Blackbird sittin' darkly in the lattice
of a honey locust tree
Nighttime sneakin, creepin slowly at us
Slippin in by sly degree
Past the river levees and abandoned Chevys
And the gang-graffitied walls
City sky breathes so hot & heavy
You could swear the air had balls CH
Bleackness stealin in across the city
Covered up by mists of white
Whirlin, swirlin, glorious and gritty
As it tiptoes thru the night
Over tugboat whistles all the passion sizzles
As it rises from the streets
Cold front, hot front, isobar collision
And we're steamin up the sheets CH