New York Tendaberry

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New York tendaberry, blue berry

A rush on rum, of brush and drum

And the past is a blue note, inside me

I ran away in the morningNew York tendaberry, blue berry

Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes

Sweet kids in hunger slumsFirecrackers break and they cross

And they dust and they skate

And the night comesI ran away in the morning

Now I'm back, unpackedSidewalk and pigeon

You look like a city

But you feel like religion to meNew York tendabery, true berry

I lost my eyes, In east wind skies

Here where I've cried, where I've tried

Where God and the tendaberry riseWhere quakers and revolutionaries

Join for life, for precious years

Join for life, through silver tearsNew York tendaberry