Grew up in a town,Now, we're more in stock image territory than clicheville here, and just never mind the awkward semi-literacy of "famous as a place of movie scenes." No, if you want to know just what kind of songsmithing you're in for, feast on that showstopper there: Noise is always loud. So, so true. It is always loud. Noise, I mean.
That is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud
There are sirens all around
And the streets are meanThat's right - don't just quote Sinatra - own it. Sell it. That's what they say. Could've heard it anywhere, what with all these mean streets to traverse. And it's all worth it, because if you can make it here, then you can see your face in presumably mirror-tinted lights and your name in marquees, and ain't nobody can tell you then that you're grasp of basic English usage is so tentative it's a wonder you could sign your own name to the recording contract.
If I could make it here
I could make it anywhere
That’s what they say
Seeing my face in lights
Or my name in marquees found down Broadway
Even if it ain’t all it seemsPocket full of dreams? Can't even fathom how that'd work. What a concept! What a city! That's . . . that's authorship!
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I’m from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofConcrete jungle? Are you an English prof? Because you just juxtaposed my ass into another borough from my head right there, my dear. But I must confess I'm stuck on whether this is a series of episodes (first there's nothing I can't do, then I proceed to New York, where my options are more limited) or a sort of implied causation in some exotic Big Apple argot (hey-yo, yo-ay - now [that] you're in New York, nothin' you can't do).
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
These streets will make you feel brand newNow, I don't want to put analogies in your mouth, Alicia, but I've got to assume that you went and took that classic McInerney take on New York's overwhelmingness and sort of transposed it (Bright Lights, Big City ----> Big Lights!), thereby sort of thematically inverting the novel's core message, turning those lights from ironic portents of doom into something to inspire you. Or am I overthinking it? Are the street lamps simply physically larger in New York?
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
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