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Melinda - Jason Robert Brown
Lyrics by:Jason Robert Brown
Composed by:Jason Robert Brown
Friday morning early summer
Momma's still laying deep dead asleep
With the curtains drawn and her head underneath the blanket
Crack the front door up the stairwell
Past the stink of the frying and the dying
And I hit the roof of my transistor out and crank it
Friday morning seven-thirty
New York City grand and dirty
Creeping out of the shadows like a w***e
Look around I can hear in the ground
Somewhere near there's a sound something no one's ever noticed before
Down there on the street someone's playing salsa
Someone's playing disco
Someone's making something burn
Someone plugged in a guitar and is shooting fireworks
And I say "Melinda when's it gonna be my turn"
Oh
Friday midnight try to find me
I'm the boy with his feet on the street
Hunting down the sound with his ear like an antenna
Through the backdoor past the bouncers
Those cabrons with the blades and the shades
Enjoying their latest shipment from Cartagena
Couples shouting couples sweating
All the while the band is playing
Old s**t any wedding band can play
No one knows and no one cares
But that kid by the stairs has a song inside him
That'll blow you all away
Down there on the street someone's playing mambo
Someone's playing bebop
Like abuela's old LP
And I can hear the sound of the bombs exploding
And I say "Melinda when they gonna notice me"
Out there on the street someone's tagging subways
Someone's jumping fences someone's cursing at the moon
Meanwhile some clown gets a million dollar contract
And I said "Melinda this story better change soon"
Out there on the street they've been shooting cop cars
They've been torching high schools
There ain't nothing that can grow
All that I got is a crazy fortune teller
And I said "Melinda tell me where I got to go"
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