Story Behind The Song

my experiences of the city

Song Description

a walk through the extraordinary city of Manhattan.

Lyrics

"In Manhattan." Meryl Leppard October 2005

In Manhattan
you can say hello to the man in the moon
he is smiling
buying a line from a girl with a silver spoon
In Manhattan
anything you want can be brought to your door
if you've got the money in your pocket

In Manhattan
there?s a naked cowboy playing guitar
when it's snowing
he struts around like a goddamn movie star
In Manhattan
every second face comes from a foreign shore
with schemes and dreams of money in their pockets

when you're tired of walking
there's a bar on Bleeker Street
that blows your blues away

Ginetta's there, tossing her hair, bossing her boys,
flashing a smile, playing like Miles on a good day
she dresses the drunks down, says, "put some money in the bucket,
God will bless you, I will bless you,
do you think I do this for free??
she blows that golden trumpet and sings up a storm
and you can stand in awe to see a hip chick
from a hick hood way deep in Brooklyn
hook you in and make it seem like she plays your soul clean
like do da do da dee dee da dee ba bop bee bop

In Manhattan
see the double D boys do their routine
call that dancing?
man alive, it's a wicked, break-neck scene
but in Manhattan
every little coin gets you wanting more
of jingle jangle money in your pocket

when your soul is tired
you can join a gospel choir and sing

Jesus, sweet Jesus
shine your light on me
I am lost and I?m broken hearted
and I just want to set my soul free
in Manhattan


How can anyone say they could ever be lonely
Your one and only
Could be the next in line
At that show in
Manhattan.

Professor Edwardo Alvarad is ancient, white haired and hunched over an electric piano playing in the underground at Times Square
he's playing for dancing dolls and babies in carriages and people searching for their Saturday night fever
his café au lait eyes brim with kindness and pin me to the wall
suddenly my soul stretches all the way up the stairs
and out into the teeming night
beyond the neon way out to the milky way
Where the babies are waiting to be born
chased by Cuban drummers and black boys dancing
Black boys prancing
Romancing their lovers,
kissing on corners, kissing in diners, kissing at fountains
And a lone trumpet plays
Da do dwee do dee da dwee ooohh
Da do dwee do dee da dwee doohh
and I am intoxicated by the beat
And the heat of the heart that is
Manhattan.

I?m going to slice it, dice it,
And cinnamon spice it
Bake it in a pie
My my my
So juicy??..