63rd Street Blues

{melancholic nylon guitar arpeggios} {distant police sirens

fading}

(hummmmm) {subtle vinyl crackle} Sixty-third was our whole world

Chasing dreams in the concrete dust

Marcus had a laugh that could light the dark Now his name

is written in the park

They took him early on a Tuesday night

(why did they go?)

{muffled boom-bap beat kicks in} Cold wind blowing through the Bronx today

(cold wind) All my brothers getting swept away

We were just kids running down the block

Now we're running out of time on the clock

{soaring melancholy string section} Little Jay was only ten years old

In the winter where the streets grow cold

We drew a chalk line where he used to stand

With a melted popsicle in his hand

How many more

do we have to lose?

{drums drop out briefly on

the last line} Cold wind blowing through the Bronx today

(so cold)

All my brothers getting swept away

We were just kids running down the block

Now we're running out of time on the clock

{full drum

groove

with weeping strings} (just kids...) (sixty-third...) {drums fade out} {solo weeping violin}

{distant city hum

fades to silence}