Parkdale
Square in the face, Sony-spacecraft
Hovering over like a third eye
Why am I hovering over myself?
I'm flipping out in the magazine neighbourhood
It's just like everybody said, you would be greased
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
And play back beautiful music
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
And play back dangerous rhythms
We almost forgot, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper (is a shopper)
Finally, it almost seemed we
Almost forgot, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper (is a shopper)
Finally
When we started walking, I was in the 1940s
Simplify the politics, marvel at the architecture
You were off on camera, gathering the setting sun
The red brick building tops
Finally it almost seemed authentic
As we headed further west
Into the worst, out of the best
Magazine neighbourhood
We saw tall trees, and public enemies (enemies)
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
And play back beautiful music
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
And playback, dangerous rhythms
We almost forgot, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper (is a shopper)
Finally it almost seemed we
Almost forgot, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper (is a shopper)
Finally it almost seemed we
Move out of the searchlight
Pass under the moonlight
Move out of the searchlight
Open up and spend the night
We almost forgot every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper (is a shopper)
Finally it almost seemed we
Almost forgot every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper (is a shopper)
Finally it almost seemed we
Move out of the searchlight
Pass under the moonlight
Move out of the searchlight
Open up and spend the night in Parkdale
