City Of Dreams chords and lyrics - PROJECT TRIO

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[Verse 1]
And [Am]this is what I'm after,
after [G#m]all.[E][F][Em][Am][Em][Am][G#m][E][Em]
[Am][Em]
[Am]Brooklyn, city of drea[G#]ms
[E]In [Am]the c[Em]ounty of kings
[Am]Brooklyn, city of [G#m]dreams,
[Em]in t[Am]he co[Em]unty of kings[Am]
[D]The Minnesota [Am]towhead
[G#]tell[E]s himself[Em]
Takes in this perfect re[Am]mix rising
[G#]Cocky, cozy,
[Am]from [Em]the east bank of the
East [E]River[Am]
The cold [G#]black hearts [E]of [Em]Gotham proper
Are little more than hec
[Am]tic memories
Halfway across the Wil[G#]liamsburg
[E]Bridge[Em][Am][Em]
An[Am]d peddling off it[A][Am]
[G#m][Am][E][Am][E][Am][D]
He bobs his [C]head, [Am]wants [D]to beatbox
[C#]Skid[C#m] s thr[C]ough Dominican streets
[D]It's all over[C#]flowi[C#m]ng,
[C]hydrant [B]-slicked,
[C]some [D]motion [C#m]blur that s[C]plashes those with
de[D]licious views of Mc[C#m]Carran [C]Park
from their [D]tacky fiberglass [C]balconies.
And the [D]kids, the kids on the block,
[C]watch the self -procla[D]imed, self -de[C#m]nied, ang[C]el -headed,
[D]flip -by[C#m], rush[A] -to [C]-rub elbo[B]ws
[D]with someone supposed import[C]ant in
[Am]some [Em]way or [E]other.[G#][E][Am]
and [G]he is strain[D]ing [A]to [Am]overhear the elev[G]ator shaft conversat[A]ion [Am]for the
drunken [G]stoop -pop psychology [A]across Knicker[Am]bocker [G]dressed in high hem[A]lines
and [Em]day -glow
[G]and old Christmas l[D]ights o[Am]ut there
in [G]the drizzle [D]smoking [A]ci garettes
or something this son [G]of Minnesota
swal[D]lows it [Em]says to [B]himself
[E]This [Em]is Broo[Am]klyn, city of dr[G#]eams,[C]
[Am]in the count[Em]y of kings
Brook[Am]lyn, city [G#]of dreams,[Am]
[Em]in the county of kings
Brook[Am]lyn, city [G#]of dreams,
[Em]in the count[E]y of kings[Em]
Brook[Am]lyn, City of [G#]Dreams,[E]
[Em]and the Coun[Am]ty of Kings.[Em][Am][A][B][Bm][C#m][C][B][D]
[Bm][Am][Bb][F][Bb][A][B][Bm][C#m][C][Bm][B][Bb][Am]
[D]The [A]would -be [B]Robert Zimmer[Am]man
rein[D]vents the village he read
[C]about in college,
[B]meets wan[D]nabe [C#]Basquiats,
[C]spills seemingly [B]Patti [Bm]Smith's [D]drinks,
[C#m]and th[C#]ey are al[C]l set fo[B]r 16mm,[D]
[C#m]made for YouT[C]ube,
jumpy grainy shot[D]s of co -opta[C#m]tion,
mak[C]ing out in photo booth[Am]s,
[D]they ride fixed gears
like [C]tiny emperors
[D]wearing crown[C#m]s past [D]the [C]brown[B]stones
[D]rush past [C]you in a ripe fall [B]palette
[D]and you are [C#m]chasing Walt [C]Whitman with him [D]through Fulton
Mall to the bridge watch [C]it grow more expensive
[B]throw [D]more str[Ebm]ollers[G][Am]
and there will be even [G#]more babies
[Am]crying o[Em]n the R train[Am]
[Em]even more [Am]as he is lulled
By the [G#]wavering yel[Am]lows
and [Em]reds in the horizon
The [Am]financial district all artificial,
[G]polluted
[A]Dying [Am]billboards
flicker[G]ing and dwarfed
by the Marcy [A]houses
[Am]From his vantage [G]point,
from his [Am]hallowed rooftop
He mutter[G]s that he wants to paint [A]it
[E]This [A]fle[G]eting bliss,[D]
five [A]stories above street[G]s
Whose stor[D]ies he [A]does not know
[G]he [D]would like to [E]write [B]this [E]is
[Am]Brooklyn city of [G#]dreams
[Am]in t[C]he c[Em]ount[Am]y of Kings[E][Am][G#][E][Em]
[Am][Em][Am][G#][E][Em][Em][Am][D][Am]
Dreams, in the [E]County of Kings.
[Am]Brooklyn, city of [G#]dreams,
in the County of Kings.