Janis Ian Bigger Than Real
Streets of your city are dirty and gritty, Now, ain't it a pitiful sight? Sing hallelujah and praise California, Pedestrians move to the right. I'm waiting here, For the man with the answer To ease my soul. I got the blues so bad it can't be true. Honey, I'm waiting on you.
People just walk, The sidewalks talk, And Everyone's been derailed. Everything's bigger than real here. Honey, I don't feel too well. These buildings are singing the blues, You gotta use your sins. Honey, I'd like just To meet with the righteous, But I don't know where to begin.
And the tambourine, It's playing for free. It's telling me, "Trust in the Lord. Sing Hare Krishna, Or Jesus or Mithra, It don't matter who anymore." Well, they say God relieves If I'd only believe, But I just can't whore. Honey, I'm trying To deal with the dying, And I can't score.
So here we all are, Waiting for God, Or someone who looks just like Him. I can't believe this is me here. Honey, you just can't win. They say the downtrodden shall rule. But ain't it a fool likes to kneel? Big city new makes the small town blues. Honey, it's bigger than real.
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