Harlem - New Politics

by Simon Cleary 

The Experience: Like you, like me, like everybody else. These are the regular miracles, the joy of being alive... When it gets too soft, too loud, too hot, Light it up, lighten up, shake it up and dance away the stress! 

Music Video: Only' having fun on the streets, the metro, anywhere of Harlem. But wasn't that the idea? I mean, life is special in itself, you don't need special effects to be happy.

My Take: Up on the sun, playing drums with a bleached bone. It's good to find a Band that can be happy just drumming on a KFC bucket with a chicken bone. 

Ask Yourself: Do I need expensive fashions/sports/extremes to make me happy? Or do the regular miracles of life/love/you/me keep me joyful?

LYRICS:

Just like you, like me, like everybody else.

Up on the Sun, lookin' sad and beautiful

Just like you, like me, like everybody else.

(When it gets loud, I turn it up)

Shake it like a bad girl up in Harlem

(When it's too hot, I light it up)

Ooh, Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got 'em

Here come the jets, hide my money in your tube socks

Run like me, like hell, like everybody else

Hair metal on a Japanese boombox

Kicks like you, like me, like everybody else

(When it gets loud, I turn it up)

Shake it like a bad girl up in Harlem

(When it's too hot, I light it up)

Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got 'em

(When it's too soft, I shake it up)

Sh-Sh-Sh-Shake it like a bad girl up in Harlem

(You’re so sweet, but I like it rough)

Ooh, Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got 'em

Makin' a movie on the couch with a flip phone

Just like you, like I, like fingers in your mouth.

Up on the sun, playing drums with a bleached bone

Just like you, like me, like everybody else.

(When it gets loud, I turn it up)

Shake it like a bad girl up in Harlem

(When it's too hot, I light it up)
Light it up, yeah, smoke em if you got 'em