Santa Fe
Brandon Victor Dixon"Santa Fe" is a song by Brandon Victor Dixon, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:01 long and contains 45 lines and 252 words.
Lyrics
0:03New York City
0:03Uh huh
0:05Center of the universe
0:06Sing it girl
0:07Times are pretty
0:08But I'm sure they can't get any worse
0:10I hear that
0:12It's a comfort to know
0:13When you're singing the hit the road blues
0:15That anywhere else you could possibly go
0:18After New York would be a pleasure cruise
0:25Now you're talking
0:28Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
0:32And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
0:36I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle
0:42All this misery pays no salary so
0:46Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
0:51Sunny Santa Fe would be nice
0:56We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
1:00And leave this to the roaches and mice
1:21You teach
1:22I teach computer age philosophy
1:25While my students would rather watch TV
1:27America
1:28America
1:30You're a sensitive aesthete
1:32Brush the sauce onto the meat
1:34You could make the menu sparkle with a rhyme
1:39You could drum a gentle drum
1:41And I could seat guests as they come
1:44Chatting not about Heidegger but wine
1:48Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
1:53Our labors would reap financial gain
1:56Gain gain gain
1:57We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
2:02And save from devastation our brains
2:05Save our brains
2:06We'll pack up all our junk
2:08And fly so far away
2:11Devote ourselves to projects that sell
2:15We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
2:20Forget this cold Bohemian hell
2:51Do you know the way to Santa Fe
2:55You know tumbleweeds prairie dogs
3:01Yeah
New York City Uh huh Center of the universe Sing it girl Times are pretty But I'm sure they can't get any worse I hear that It's a comfort to know When you're singing the hit the road blues That anywhere else you could possibly go After New York would be a pleasure cruise Now you're talking Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle And I'm sick of grading papers that I know I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle All this misery pays no salary so Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Sunny Santa Fe would be nice We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And leave this to the roaches and mice You teach I teach computer age philosophy While my students would rather watch TV America America You're a sensitive aesthete Brush the sauce onto the meat You could make the menu sparkle with a rhyme You could drum a gentle drum And I could seat guests as they come Chatting not about Heidegger but wine Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Our labors would reap financial gain Gain gain gain We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And save from devastation our brains Save our brains We'll pack up all our junk And fly so far away Devote ourselves to projects that sell We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Forget this cold Bohemian hell Do you know the way to Santa Fe You know tumbleweeds prairie dogs Yeah
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