(The Street)
Angel:
New York City --
Mark:
Uh huh
Angel:
Center of the universe
Collins:
Sing it girl --
Angel:
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
Mark:
I hear you
Angel:
It's a comfort to know
When you're singing the hit-the-road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be a pleasure cruise
Collins:
Now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers -- that I know
And I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle
All this misery pays no salary, so
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Oh sunny Santa Fe would be nice
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Collins:
Oh -- oh
All:
Oh --
Angel:
You teach?
Collins:
-- I teach -- Computer Age Philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
Angel:
America
All:
America!
Collins:
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You could drum a gentle drum
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
(with homeless people in the shadows)
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gains
All:
Gains, gains, gains
Collins:
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
Homeless:
Save our brains
All:
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Oh--
All:
Oh--
Collins:
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds...prairie dogs...
Yeah
New York City --
Uh huh
Center of the universe
Sing it girl --
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
I hear you
It's a comfort to know
When you're singing the hit-the-road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be a pleasure cruise
Now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers -- that I know
And I'm shouting in my sleep, I need a muzzle
All this misery pays no salary, so
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Oh sunny Santa Fe would be nice
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Oh -- oh
Oh --
You teach?
-- I teach -- Computer Age Philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America
America!
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You could drum a gentle drum
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
(with homeless people in the shadows)
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gains
Gains, gains, gains
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
Save our brains
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Oh--
Oh--
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds...prairie dogs...
Yeah
They're telling about how they want to leave all of this behind and move onto a better place, but not break their friendship, watching it fun. Mostly because I'm a big Angel and Collins fan.
I took an existentialism class this spring and every time we talked about the Heideggerian experiments and principles of existentialism i started singing this line in my head:
Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
It's funny how before you know what it means you can just sing over a word thinking it's "high digger" and not ever question what a "high digger" might be