Tin Pan Alley

Album: A Beginner's Guide To Bravery (2020)
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  • Just across from my old street
    There's a place called Tin Pan Alley
    Where I've wandered many nights
    First went many moons ago
    As I walk among its ruins
    Among its broken, battered brickwork
    Standing proud in pouring rain
    Against any punch-drunk sky

    I do roam, I do roam
    Welcoming the wee small hours
    My reflection in the windows, those
    Shadows cast on cobblestone
    I do roam, I do roam
    In your footsteps, smoking in the cold
    The air we breathe's been tainted
    Clinging to the leaves, those
    Songs of old
    Songs of old

    Just across from my old street
    There's a place called Tin Pan Alley
    It's where many souls still dwell
    Remnants of the last great scene
    I met a man there on the corner
    Picking flowers by the roadside
    Said he was a household name
    During the last days of Rome

    Then a voice came from the cover
    Yeah brother, yeah brother, yeah brother
    I've one arm as long as the other
    Won't you tell me
    Should I repent all of my sins?
    For I grow old, I grow old
    I wear the bottoms of me trousers rolled
    Give me your hand
    Dance with me again
    Before I go

    Let us roam, let us roam
    Welcoming the wee small hours
    Oh, reflection in the windows, those
    Shadows cast on cobblestone

    Let us roam, let us roam
    In your footsteps, smoking in the cold
    The air we breathe's been tainted
    Clinging to the leaves, those
    Songs of old
    Songs of old
    Clinging to the leaves
    Songs of old Writer/s: David Keenan
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • AnonymousThis song makes many allusions and references to other popular songs and poems. The line "Welcoming the wee small hours" could be seen as an allusion to the great Sinatra album, "In The Wee Small Hours". In addition, the line "For I grow old, I grow old, I wear the bottom of me trousers rolled" is a direct line from the famous T.S. Eliot poem, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", wherein the title character reflects on his life and his choices in an introspective monologue.
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