Down in the park where the squirrels are fat, students are afluent with their khakis and hats. A pig rides a horse, of course he's a man, he bugs a soothsayer sifting through a garbage can. A Persian peddles hotdogs right down the street, and listens to the patter of the customers' feet. They chat about their future, their hopes and their dreams. The vendor sits and thinks about his engineering degree.
A bi-racial couple kisses under a sign of half-naked men getting ready to ride. The market smells like gasoline, and hippies, and bread. A brother stops and asks me for a cigarette. Reggae's always playing down on Kengsinton Ave, someone's smoking herb out the back of a cab. The sun going down, it's quarter to six. Two hours awake and I'm looking for a fix.
Coconut milk and fine curry spice, a beautiful woman talks about her life. The thing about the city is you can't see the stars, but what it lacks in light it makes up for in charms.
Chorus:
I'm single in the city, the concrete jungle never looked so pretty. I'm single in the city, bottle after bottle it's a pity.
Drift away with these dreamlike songs from reclusive folk singer CARLENE, who pairs evocative lyrics with hushed arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023