Songs of Days Gone By 02 - 60 Seconds on 59th

<img class="posthaven-gallery-image" src="https://phaven-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/files/image_part/asset/2427782/YW_GoSr6g8f0i5fcOm0Pgz2znCY/medium_SODGBpost.jpg" data-posthaven-state='processed' data-medium-src='https://phaven-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/files/image_part/asset/2427782/YW_GoSr6g8f0i5fcOm0Pgz2znCY/medium_SODGBpost.jpg' data-medium-width='600' data-medium-height='600' data-large-src='https://phaven-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/files/image_part/asset/2427782/YW_GoSr6g8f0i5fcOm0Pgz2znCY/large_SODGBpost.jpg' data-large-width='600' data-large-height='600' data-thumb-src='https://phaven-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/files/image_part/asset/2427782/YW_GoSr6g8f0i5fcOm0Pgz2znCY/thumb_SODGBpost.jpg' data-thumb-width='200' data-thumb-height='200' data-xlarge-src='https://phaven-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/files/image_part/asset/2427782/YW_GoSr6g8f0i5fcOm0Pgz2znCY/xlarge_SODGBpost.jpg' data-xlarge-width='600' data-xlarge-height='600' data-orig-src='https://phaven-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/files/image_part/asset/2427782/YW_GoSr6g8f0i5fcOm0Pgz2znCY/SODGBpost.jpg' data-orig-width='600' data-orig-height='600' data-posthaven-id='2427782'/> Download 60_Seconds_on_59th.mp3 This song was a bit strange from the moment the music and lyrics came together. I normally write lyrics before music and the lyrics for this one are really depressing. The music, however, is rather upbeat. Don't remember if there was motivation for this intentionally or not. The song starts with a brief notice of a man committing suicide by hanging off the 59th Street Bridge (not feeling groovy). The remainder of the song talks about the minute which follows from the people who witness the event and how they deal with what they have witnessed.60 seconds on 59thHector tests his slip knot on crossbeam 17on the darker side of the 59th Street BridgeEsmerelda Jones heads home in her ’83 CorrollaOblivious to the crosshairs on her hoodFunky Phil assumed a groovy staggered lamppost slalomand spied a shadow perched akimbo on the iron tightropeSlipping on the cobblestones a headlight bore down on himBanshee tires scream to silence inches from his headHector will you take a flying leap through open airSquare yourself for impact as you wonder how to flyCry a sullen lullaby as flurries still the nightFrightened take a second breath while hair stands on your neckHold your eyes high happy people, don’t look down‘cause a foul wind’s making troubled waters churn belowColder skies are building up the mother of all stormsand I think that all our hopes are gonna drown Charlie Graham from Birmingham torched the garbage canand huddled shivering over tubed infernoHeard the rubber squeal and the metal monster groaningthen someone slipping off the rail and falling into nothing.Esmerelda held her breath while helping Phil erectwhereupon their awestruck gaze caught Hector tumble overA wail rose from behind as Charlie overtook themcollapsing at the top of the human pendulumHold your eyes high happy people, don’t look down‘cause a foul wind’s making troubled waters churn belowColder skies are building up the mother of all stormsand I think that all our hopes are gonna drownFootpatrolman Dan O’Shea saw the defeated silhouettefrom the frozen headlights on the other sideWaxed in indecision watched the stark tableau unfoldas though he’d no position to intrudeHead over heels the horizon in towWith the city lights spinning in ostinatoIllumination in streaked oscillationAmorphus glow starts to slow downHector swayed with the melting wind and froze a final sceneThe concrete tumblers locked within his sightEsmerelda Jones withdrew into safe warm placeand never crossed the bridge again at nightHold your eyes high happy people, don’t look down ‘cause a foul wind’s making troubled waters churn belowColder skies are building up the mother of all stormsand I think that all our hopes are gonna drown