The Apple Stretching lyrics

Song information

Artist: Grace Jones
Album: Living My Life

Lyrics

The sun comes swaggering across the harbour
And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows
She already plenty shaky stands there
Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty
Uptown luigi who dont speak english so good
Is having an accident
Backing his dumptruck into the fence
The tin cans go clattering down the lane
A drowsy bum thinks its thunder
And pulls the news over his head to stop the rain

No, it ain't judgement day
No, it ain't armageddon
It's just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning

New york putting it's feet on the floor
It's just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning
New york putting it's feet on the floor

Suburban refugees fleeing the cracked cisterns
Worm ridden fruit trees stream out grand central
Please to be breathing bagels and pollution

In time square new graffiti, old revolutions
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her a free coffee
Lucky he's a jesus freak moonlighting
At the acme discount store over in queens
The burglar alarm starts to scream
A cop picks out his gun fires one and yells, "freeze!"

No, it ain't worl war four
No, it ain't world war four
It's just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning
New york putting its feet on the floor

Nearby the hudson a hooker makes a 'u'
To help a blind man to his pew in the park
Some long ago home training jars the memory
The bag lady says 'thank you' and curties

The herd of beaten tourists limp homeward
Having bitten off more than they could chew
Moaning them old big city blues
Miss liberty depicts her qualms and grins
Another subway starts rattling
And luigi's cans go clattering down the hill

No, it ain't some kind of ill wind
No, it ain't the world coming to an end
Just the apple stretching and yawning, just morning
New york putting its feet on the floor

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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