The hum of the night, the hum of the cars,
As whirring and blurring and traffic lights change,
The pace of my feet keeping time, and forward, always forward,
Carry me through the lucid, night air.
Join us in Uptown, join the dance,
The whirring and stirring, the writhing, contorting mass
Of flesh and of fog, and cheap alcohol special,
Drenched in sweat and whiskey soaked enthusiasm.
Outside for air are the words, the words of half-grown children,
Mix with the words of the ancient crowd, and the old men sing
Sad songs of girls or of boys they have loved in their youth.
Love past. Long past. Life passed.
The one-eyed wince of cigarette pulls,
Who needs to live forever when we can live it up tonight?
We throw our hands towards the starry sky,
We lords of the night, and romantics clinging to hour-long love affairs.
Hangovers.
Hospital beds. Receipts of the night's revelry
Are for those who will live tomorrow morning to pay the bill,
But they are not for us to worry tonight.
We fill our lungs a little deeper, open chests a little wider,
The more our ribs to push.
Pupils dilate against nightlight backdrop and the twinkle of the teardrop strings
Prevail now over daylight.
Join us in Uptown.
You're in Uptown, baby. Uptown, downtown,
You're a jazz town, a snap town,
The rasp of the vowel when you say the word,
Jazz.
Jazz and the snap of a snare plays on behind sweat sticky brick walls
And thunder drum rolls. Uptown.
She's the gentle Jezebel we take to our beds for the night and
Throw our stones at come sunrise. We dance and whisper in her ear,
"Hate me in the morning, only tell me you love me tonight."
It's a town I could love if this weren't already lust.
America, the beautiful bastard, is a gluttonous youth,
A horse straining against our parental starting gates,
But, oh, doesn't she know how to party?
You'll know her when you see her. You'll feel it in your feet.
Look to the ground and see it on the dance floor,
And you'll know, you're in Uptown, baby.
You live in Uptown now, baby.