In a New York minute, everything can change...

Recently I am happy until I saw "Devil Wears Prada".

Well, actually it's not like people said that "you should have a life; why are you working so hard; find your own; love who loving you..." that kinda blah.

Yes, it is because NY...again. That shit always gets me, never fail...That movie dug a hole in me because of that life style, rush, cold, heartless bitches everywhere.

But the funny thing is right after the city hurting you so bad, she cuddling you immediately with a drink, a strager's chat, or phone numers from cute girls or gay guys.

Now NY can still hurt me but she can't cuddle me anymore, I guess that's why it always makes me sad when I think of her.

The reason I wrote this blog is not because I am sad or something, just the song "New York Minute" by Eagles has been running in my head for a freakin whole day and I don't know why. I really hate that when this kinda things happen...you know, some melody keeps running and running and running. I remember last it happened; the song was the stupid Pukii song from 上海銀行. Thank god this time is a real good song at least, although it is still annoying.

But it is a great song, a song describes the dark side of NY perfectly...


"New York Minute" by Eagles

Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won’t be down on wall street
In the morning

He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfold
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore

In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute

Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody’s going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hand on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute
Things can get a little strange
In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool’s advice
And tak care of your own
One day they’re here;
Next day they’re gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark,
’baby, I’ve changed. please come back.’

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there’s somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe

In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute
You can get out of the rain
In a new york minute
Everything can change
In a new york minute