In The Street Where The World Passes Me By Lyrics - Ceramik City Chronicles - Jarle Bernhoft

I'm in the street where the world passes me by (going faster) 

Smack in the middle, but so much on the outside 

And everybody has a story to tell (all lifelong) 

In languages I can't dream of understanding 

Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun 

Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas 

The sweet perfume that strides by on gracious feet 

And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date 

And we're representing everybody 

We just can't start no war 

Keeps me curious 

A wild seed in this well-groomed bed (growing faster) 

A firm oasis in the dry city renewal 

Americana cats... 

We are a part of everybody 

People pouring out of holes in walls 

and they go right in front of your bicycle 

Dart the masses, skip a heartbeat 

scoot to miss a toddler without a leash 

Just as you think you're all thru the peril, 

there's a running little baby sheik 

Americana cats, with leather jackets in the sun 

Making out with the burqa-clad madonnas 

The sweet perfume striding by on gracious feet 

And the fashion stalls so fiercely out of date 

In this brick road that kisses your bare feet 

Underneath all these cultural revolutions 

The warmth I meet as I talk to people 

Parallelled by no other place around 

Pandemonium breaks loose as I watch 

Who's dancing? I can't see past the crowd 

Got no choice but to partake in the dancing in the street 

Embracing people I'll never see again