Sixth Avenue's one giant stage from 42nd to 56th and every performer in the city showed up — I found a rooftop above it all where nobody can see what I'm doing. You wanna come up here, sugar, or should I finish without you?
Sixth Avenue's one giant stage from 42nd to 56th and every performer in the city showed up — I found a rooftop above it all where nobody can see what I'm doing. You wanna come up here, sugar, or should I finish without you?
There's a free concert in the park tonight and I've been up since before the sun, too restless and too hot to bother with a single stitch. You gonna get on your knees, sugar, or should I help you down?
Two hundred and fifty years ago they fought a revolution right here in this meadow — now I'm sitting in the same grass before anyone else shows up, and the light's doing things to this slip I can't explain. You wanna come sit in history with me, sugar?
Found a quiet spot on the flight deck where nobody from the festival's looking — just me, the harbor breeze, and about a hundred reasons to not put my clothes back on. You wanna come find me, sugar, or should I start without you?
The sax player's taking 'Round Midnight apart so slow it's criminal, and this ice cube's the only thing keeping me from falling apart right here at the bar. You gonna watch me melt, sugar?
There's a free jazz set in Times Square tonight and I'm in no rush to get dressed for it — gospel, funk, and a trombone that'll make the whole block stop and listen. You wanna come along, sugar, or you prefer the view from here?
Lunchtime showtunes in the park and they're doing numbers from The Great Gatsby — my favorite book turned into music I can hum on the train home. Got my iced coffee, got my spot on the grass, and honey, I'm not moving for anybody. You know the words, sugar, or you just here for the view?
Nobody told me the Brooklyn Bridge was better at three in the morning — just the cables, the river, and every light in Manhattan strung up like somebody's jewelry box spilled open. I walked the whole thing barefoot, sugar, and not a single cab honked at me. You ever own a bridge, even for a minute?
Broadway in Bryant Park just wrapped and I'm still sitting here like a kid who doesn't want to go home — six shows in one afternoon and every single one left a mark. My biggest dream is to see every musical on Broadway, honey, and tonight I got six down in one sitting. You ever catch a performance so good it makes you forget you're sitting on a park lawn in the middle of Manhattan?
Joe Hisaishi starts his Radio City residency tonight and I've been awake since before the ferry boats started running, listening to Princess Mononoke scores in the dark like some kind of fanatic. Honey, that man writes strings that make a statue made of copper feel things she didn't know she had. You ever hear music so big it fills a whole city block?