Letra de Chinatown bus

Bishop Allen

Letra de Chinatown bus de Bishop Allen
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Letra de CHINATOWN BUS de BISHOP ALLEN.

( Bishop Allen )

I caught the bus in Chinatown
And slept the whole way up by 95
The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I guess I believe his rhythm on that morning after New Year´s Eve

And I remember Shanghai
How I wasn´t sure just what was safe to eat
The chickens pecked and wandered at the barefoot of the children hawking figurines of workers smiling
What´s the Chinese word for cheese?

Watched a sidewalk butcher
His instinctive understanding made the carcass snap and clarify beneath his nimble hand that held the knife so long, so many times, the handles´ changed to shapes just like his fingers and his palms

And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won´t hold nothing anymore

And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won´t hold nothing anymore
Anymore

It´s 2AM in Tokyo
And still too soon to call back to the people who will soon begin the day I polished off and I will walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise but I don´t know just what they sell

I tell the taxi driver
To the park, a higher tone
And his gloves his pristine white just like the girls I used to know would wear to dance their first cotillion
Every single one of them named Jennifer

I clutched at the same Christopher
I picked up at some country abbey long ago when I believed he´d keep me safe and make me happy but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency of penny in your pant

And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won´t hold nothing anymore

And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won´t hold nothing anymore

And I, I am a broken glass
Shards upon the floor
Won´t hold nothing anymore
Anymore