Eine ganz süße kurze Geschichte über eine Häsin, die in die Großstadt zieht in der Hoffnung eine erfolgreiche Musikerin zu werden, aber sich erst einmal an ihre neue „Heimat“ anpassen und zu Recht finden zu müssen. Das originale Lied ist übrigens von Hem und heißt Tourniquet.

Lied Text / Lyrics

Brooklyn, I’m broken — I’m breaking apart —
Greenpoint pins down my hand, Red Hook pierces my heart —
And my blood runs into the Gowanus Canal
Where it sinks to the bottom
And hurts like hell

The Prospectors still search for highs in the heights
‘Til their first bloody nose which they laugh off despite
How it seems that whatever gets left in a bar
Just becomes part of Brooklyn
And here we are

Oh, here we are…

Brooklyn, your war was just won by the South —
Some kid’s shooting off rounds from the roof of his mouth —
And these trains held in Chambers are ready to blow
All the way back to Brooklyn
And here we go

Oh, here we go…

Oh Brooklyn, your bridges are bound up in light —
Every artery’s clogged as you pull the belt tight —
And this tourniquet turns even tighter until
Traffic comes to a standstill
We come to a standstill
I come to a standstill
Oh, here we are…

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