Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Somewhere in Brooklyn" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Somewhere in Brooklyn" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty-one years old
I lost her in the crowd
It's unfair, she's out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She's, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
Little Miss Perfect sitting at the train stop
Red Nike high-tops, listening to hip-hop
While we were waiting, started conversating
Before I got her name, along came a train (ohhhhh)
Ohhhhhhh!
Next stop Brooklyn
Ohhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhh!
Now I'm lookin'
She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty one years old
I lost her in the crowd
It's unfair, she's out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She's, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
On the street, kickin' rocks
Circlin' the same block
Green point or, flat brush
Checking every corner shop
Tappin' people's shoulder, askin' if they know her
Everyday's the same, it's back to the train
Ohhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhh!
Next stop Brooklyn
Ohhhhhhh!
Ohhhhhhh!
I'm still lookin'
She was covered in leather and gold
Twenty-one years old
I lost her in the crowd
It's unfair, she's out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, I wonder will we ever meet again
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, I wonder will we ever meet again
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, I wonder, if we'll ever meet again
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I hope we do
Somewhere in Brooklyn