Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Coffee steam on the crosswalk Wrinkled suits Plastic bags swing Phone-glow faces Late-day races Nobody looks up at anything Subway breath on the stairwell Newsstand papers in a lean I’m tuning up by the deli door Dust on my ripped blue jeans (mm) [Chorus] Singin’ to the urban jungle You just hurry on by Your car horns argue in another language While I’m throwin’ my heart at the sky I’m strummin’ to the urban jungle Loose change lands with a sigh If you don’t have a minute for a story Take this chorus with you as you fly [Verse 2] Kid kicks chalk off the curbside Old man nods But he won’t stay long Street vendor calls you “brother Sister” I trade a song for a paper cup of strong Green light Red light Never still Cabs confess in a crooked line I sing slow in the rushing river Tryin’ to bend your clock to mine (hey) [Bridge] Do you hear that laugh on the rooftop? Do you taste that rain in the smoke? Every stare that slides right past me Is another half-finished joke If you ever feel like a stranger In your own name Your own skin Follow this crooked melody Love It’ll walk you gently back in [Chorus] Singin’ to the urban jungle You just hurry on by Your car horns argue in another language While I’m throwin’ my heart at the sky I’m strummin’ to the urban jungle Loose change lands with a sigh If you don’t have a minute for a story Take this chorus with you as you fly
Tags
folk, Loose street-corner folk with male vocals, nylon-string guitar in a lazy swing, brushed snare and soft upright bass. Verses stay intimate and talk-sung, like a storyteller over sidewalk noise; choruses bloom with rough-edged harmonies and a wandering harmonica that answers the vocal lines. Subtle organ pad sneaks in on the bridge, then everything strips back to just voice and guitar for the last hook., male vocals, anti-folk, jungle
Duration
2:53
Instrumental
No
Created
3/18/2026