New York tendaberry
Blue berry a rush on rum of brush and drum
And the past is a blue note inside me
So I ran away in the morning
New York tendaberry
Blue berry, rugs and drapes and drugs and capes
Sweet kids in hunger slums
Firecrackers break and they cross and they dust
And they skate and the night comes
I ran away in the morning
Now I'm back unpacked
Sidewalk and pigeon
You look like a city
But you feel like a religion to me
New York tendabery
True berry I lost my eyes
I east wind skies here where I've cried where I've tried
Where God and the tendaberry rise
Where quakers and revolutionaries
Join for life for precious years
Joined for life through silver tears
New York tendaberry

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