Coney Island
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Released: 2009 Written & produced by: Hop Along |
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Background
The track was preformed a year prior to release on The Pink House Sessions, which reveals that the track was orignally titled "The Coney Island song."
Lyrics
Those old birds
I mean ladies
Who hang out on the pier
Hear every single mistake
Their own children make
They try and collide and chide
Chucking pistachio shells over the side
While young
And not-so-young men
Watch for unsavory women throwing stones, ha!
And grinning
They flock upon a lass
Like a pack of albatross
But now it's October
All those people, oh!
They are gone, gone, gone
The sun now focuses its knife-like rays
On brand-new roofs
In the break of dawn
The place was old and fried and dirty
There was broken glass as far as we could see
Even the salty water was unclean
I still remember the way you grabbed me
On the boardwalk, tenderly
You said, "Come here, baby
Get your picture taken with me"
Yeah, you said, "Come here, baby
Get your picture taken with me," yeah