Old Brooklyn Lyrics & Chords By Jenny Scheinman

Boy I am so tired I'll be glad when I get inside the house Oh, I dropped my keys Oh what tis bright light? My God they must gonna rob me Who these people with them all at they...read more

If the sea was made of milk, and little boats of cinnamon, I would plunge completely to save my darling. In the sea, there is a tower. In the tower, there is a window. In the...read more

(Asja) That capitalism sucked, we didn't even have to discuss. He was against capitalism and had lost faith in the Tolstoyan idea of moral self-development. He was for a...read more

(Walter) Whether I achieve the secondary purpose of my journey - to escape the deadly melancholy of Christmas - that remains to be seen. ...read more

(Walter) If I am still holding out fairly well, it is because despite everything, I recognize Asja's attachment to me. The long gazes she directs at me - I cannot remember a...read more