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BIRD STREETS - ON THE PROMENADE (Music Video)

Bird Streets ON THE PROMENADE A tribute to New York City With love and respect to everyone involved Video produced by John Brodeur Stream/download On The Promenade at https://li.sten.to/onthepromenade SONG CREDITS Lyrics and Music by John Brodeur Produced by Zach Jones & Oscar Albis Rodriguez John Brodeur: vocals, guitar Oscar Albis Rodriguez: bass, guitar Zach Jones: drums, percussion Steven Salcedo: saxophones Recorded at Studio G and BSHQ Engineered by Cyril Putzer, Zach Jones, Oscar Albis Rodriguez Mixed by Tom Beaujour Mastered by Whynot Jansveld Samples used by permission of the BBC Sound Library All rights reserved Order vinyl and merchandise: https://birdstreets.bandcamp.com Listen to more from Bird Streets: ‪​⁠‪@BirdStreets‬ Follow Bird Streets: https://birdstreets.com https://linktr.ee/birdstreets   / birdstreets     / birdstreetsmusic     / birdstreets   SONG LYRICS: All the streets are clean in New York City And the landlords are in luck I hear they kept the toilet from CBGB They're gonna make a million bucks They're gonna pull the wool over your eyes They’ll build you up and cut you down to size And you're gonna have a real good time Finding out all about Where the cool kids hang out Raise a glass. free at last Out on the promenade All the lights are bright in this dark city You can’t see anything at all No one has any money but they’re all so pretty And everybody's at the mall And they’re calling in a favor from their dad Three thousand bucks a month ain’t so bad Besides there’s so much fun to be had Going out on the town You can sleep when the moon goes down Live the dream, whatever that means Out on the promenade Out on the promenade And everyone's your friend in New York City Until you look them in the eyes Cause all the streets are mean in New York City And everybody’s in disguise Pretending that it’s 1984 They got the itch and they’re looking to score From a condo just above an Apple store And we can’t resist the drama of it all We’re depressed and broke and having a ball And we’re moving to LA sometime next fall Getting out of this town To where the sun never goes down Change your name, it’s all the same Out on the promenade Out on the promenade Out on the promenade Out on the promenade