6b Panorama Lyrics

6b Panorama lyrics

I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw...



sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons



a vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess



a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in



a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin



I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog'



a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers



a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down



a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town



I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags



I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of bursting (boom)



I saw a blind man with a dog screaming "someday I'll see it all"



and then he sat down with his hammer and saw



business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere checks



a nazi with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet



a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names



a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their purses



I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair



a mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a stare



a pothole, a storefront with a broken open sign



a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time



I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver



a squatter, a grandfather, an angry right-to-lifer



I can see the roof garden on the apartment across the street



and kick myself because somewhere along the way I lost my seeds



I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy student



a black man with a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to it



I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles, braids and barrettes



I see a teen mother with similak pacifier and regrets



oh, a day turned stale, a hammer with a rusty nail, a failed marriage



a universe of brick buildings slightly off balance



a challenge, I see a chance to add real colors to my favorite palette



raise my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing my talons



I see a crack in the sidewalk



a slide show of six civilians gripping bottles of gideon



sitting inside bent meridian



there's a fun house ooh, a sun spout



spraying yellow beams above yellow back dreams



and children in the hydrants



tyrants(?), I see sirens



the wall to the glamor standard



a dead bird, a bent curb



a bus stop of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to work



I seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers paws



and hug that good leaf on the way to damaged packages, dependence



oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all aboard



a carnival amusement park where a heart is a luxury



I see a gas galaxy huddled behind those pearly doors



maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little more