Marquee Moon – Television
The yellow taxi pulls out into traffic underneath another bright, cerulean at best, New Amsterdam sky. The journey ahead will take me to JFK, the East River disappearing in the rear-view mirror and Manhattan glistening in the back seat of my mind. On my I-pod the sound of twin guitars Verlaine & Lloyd interweave with the hum of accompanying congestion as New York disappears in a long, long fade.
The private hire taxi pulls out into traffic underneath another bright, cerulean at best, New Amsterdam sky. The journey ahead will take me to JFK, the East River disappearing in the rear-view mirror and Manhattan glistening in the back seat of my mind. On my I-phone the sound of twin guitars Verlaine & Lloyd interweave with the hum of accompanying gridlock as New York disappears in a long, long, long fade.
Every time I leave NYC, the same song…
I remember
Ooh, how the darkness doubled
I recall
Lightning struck itself
I was listening
Listening to the rain
I was hearing
Hearing something else
Life in the hive puckered up my night
A kiss of death, the embrace of life
Ooh, there I stand neath the Marquee Moon
Just waiting
I spoke to a man
Down at the tracks
And I ask him
How he don't go mad
He said, "look here, junior, don't you be so happy
And for heaven's sake, don't you be so sad"
Life in the hive puckered up my night
The kiss of death, the embrace of life
Ooh, there I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
Hesitating
Well, the Cadillac
It pulled out of the graveyard
Pulled up to me
All they said, "get in, get in"
Then the Cadillac
It puttered back into the graveyard
Me, I got out again
Life in the hive puckered up my night
A kiss of death, the embrace of life
Ooh, there I stand neath the Marquee Moon
But I ain't waiting, uh-uh
I remember
How the darkness doubled
I recall
Lightning struck itself
I was listening
Listening to the rain
I was hearing
Hearing something else
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