The Chinatown Bus
Bishop Allen
The Broken String
NO CAPO!
Intro:
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I caught the bus in Chinatown and slept the whole way up I-95
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The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him
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alive I guess I believed his rhythm on that morning after
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New Year's Eve
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And I remember Shanghai, how I wasn't sure just what was safe to
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eat the chickens pecked and wandered at the barefoot ankles of the
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children hawking figurines of workers smiling what's the Chinese
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word for cheese?
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Watched a sidewalk butcher his instinctive understanding made the
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carcass snap and clarify beneath his nimble hand that held the
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knife so long, so many times, the handle's changed to shapes just like his
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fingers and his
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palms
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And I, I am a passenger tonight I watch the
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world from
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inside.
Interlude:
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It's 2AM in Tokyo and still too soon to call back to the
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people who will soon begin the day I polished off and I will
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walk a mile amidst the neon lights that advertise I don't
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know just what they
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sell
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I tell the taxi driver, "To the park Hyatt-o" And his
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gloves are pristine white just like the girls I used to know would wear to
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dance their first cotillion, every single one of them named
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Jennifer
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I clutched at the St. Christopher I picked up at some country abbey
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long ago when I believed he'd keep me safe and make me happy
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but it seems the luck he brings is not the common currency a
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penny in
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Japan
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And I, I am a passenger tonight I watch the
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world from
E
inside.
Interlude:
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And I, I am a passenger tonight I watch the
F#
world from
E
inside.
Outro:
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