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Second Day Uptown Lyrics
I feel like an image photocopied seven hundred times
My cheap print my faded lines
- Press down the dirty floor with all these __ ticket stubs
Big feet up above
I'm a man I've got reasonable abilities
And I was told that there gonna be some use to me
What ever happened to the things I would reflect upon
I guess I'm losing track
Stop, I'm shock through
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Stuck in the elevator with the ghost of Christmas past
He's telling me just what I've lost
I jog the block as quick compressions flick around in me
But I can't seem to have joined the dots
I'm a man and I've got reasonable abilities
Trying hard to remember every part of me
Whatever happened to things I used to think about
I guess I'm losing track
Stop, I'm shock through
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Stop, I'm shock through
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Only my second day uptown
Uptown
My cheap print my faded lines
- Press down the dirty floor with all these __ ticket stubs
Big feet up above
And I was told that there gonna be some use to me
What ever happened to the things I would reflect upon
I guess I'm losing track
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
He's telling me just what I've lost
I jog the block as quick compressions flick around in me
But I can't seem to have joined the dots
Trying hard to remember every part of me
Whatever happened to things I used to think about
I guess I'm losing track
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
My shape is changing, that's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Uptown
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The song's lyrics reminded me of Bourgeois Shangri-La. Except instead of criticizing our need to "keep up with the Joneses" this song discusses the rat-race and our idea of the American Dream-versus the harsh truth of the American Reality. (And I'm sure the whole "9-5 job that I hate" is prevalent in other countries!) In the song, WEP talked about a guy who moves into the big city and quickly realizes that its not all it's cracked up to be.
Excellent song and perfect theme to Real Racing 3!