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Manhattanites
On Tour
Rock
Manhattanites was released on February 2, 2023 by Dick Valentine as a part of the album This Is Hell!
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Release DateFebruary 2, 2023
LabelDick Valentine
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dick Valentine
Dick Valentine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Spencer
Tyler Spencer
Songwriter

Lyrics

8:07 p.m. in the morning
The time of night when people go and shift the blame
I worked for twenty years as your doorman
But still I never got your name
Still I never got your name
Quitting time was when I would get started
The only way to get through was to make it a game
Hold the door for you while you departed
I know you never looked the same
I know I always looked the same
We were stranded for years on this island
We were too good for Brooklyn or Queens
We were bowed like the strings on a violin
We were Manhattanites
We never said good night
It seems to take away from time
We’d like to spend in dreams
For you and I are making time
Only in dreams it seems
Your attention is a mountain I must climb
When every day round here is exactly the same
I pay my union dues on time every time
But still I couldn’t join your game
Still I couldn’t join the game
You were pushed down a pram on this sidewalk
I was pushed down the stairs in Queens
You don’t quite hear me when I talk
But we’re both Manhattanites
Under the brightest lights
It seems when our eyes meet in passing
I fall into a dream
Caught in the gaudy net you’re casting
Or in your tractor beam
In the penthouse
They’re burning bacon
And the au pair quits
And moves home to Brazil
I feel it all through
The bones of the building
To which I open the doors
But my door’s nowhere near yours
Now you’re coming down your golden escalator
Smiling through the mist of your lilac and lace
You winked at me and just said “see you later"
You get replaced by an older face
There’s no trace of you in this place
I was desperate to be in the fast lane
You were desperate to flee the scene
The moon’s like the headlights of the A train
We were Manhattanites
We never stopped to think what means
Written by: Tyler Spencer
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