New York Times
Echoes of Urban Romance: Rediscovering the Soulful Nights in New York
Lyrics
Met you in New York, boy those were the times. You were exotic, filled with surprise. You took me to places hip, cool and new, Harlem and Soho, to name a few. We used to meet at the entry of my flat, oh how i want those NY times back.
Met someone in New York, reminiscing about enjoyable times; the person was exotic and brought surprises, exploring places like Harlem and Soho together.
Drink at the park till the evening got dark, you always knew exactly what i want. I lost my keys couldn’t find my place, like they were gone without a trace. I didn’t worry i just let go, and gazed upon the city`s glow. Once i couldn’t find you, i got real mad, and when i did it was the best time we ever had.
Shared moments drinking in the park until nightfall, expressing how the person intuitively understood desires. Lost keys without worry, enjoyed the city's glow; anger led to a memorable time when reunited.
I got soul and you got that something. Stompin the rhythm till the last call comes in. I got soul and you got cojones. Take me to places, don’t tell me where home is.
Expressing a connection between the speaker and the person, emphasizing qualities like soul and courage. Stomping rhythm until the last call, seeking exploration without a fixed home.
You remind me of how things used to be. Thats why we can’t meet cause i`ll never be free. I did not know myself nor do i now. If you can fix it, please tell me how. The story`s about to end but ilet me say something fast, me and my flask we sure had a blast.
Reflecting on how things used to be, acknowledging constraints preventing a reunion. Seeking self-understanding and a potential fix, referencing a positive past experience with a flask.
I got soul and you got that something, stompin the rhythm till the last call comes in. I got soul and you got cojones. Take me to places, don’t tell me where home is.
Repetition of the chorus emphasizing the connection, rhythm, and the desire for exploration without a defined home.
I got soul and you got that something, stompin the rhythm till the last call comes in. I got soul and you got cojones. Take me to places, don’t tell me where home is.
-I got soul and you got that something, stompin the rhythm till the last call comes in. I got soul and you got cojones. Take me to places, don’t tell me where home is.
-I got soul and you got that something, stompin the rhythm till the last call comes in. I got soul and you got cojones. Take me to places, don’t tell me where home is.
-I got soul and you got cojones
Continuation of the repeated chorus, emphasizing the speaker's soul and the partner's courage (cojones).
I got soul and you got cojones
-I got soul and you got cojones
-I got soul and you got cojones
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