New York City
Brian Jackson & Gil Scott Heron Lyrics
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Bunch of doctors coming 'round, they don't know
That New York is killing me
Yeah well I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee
Let me tell ya city ain't living all
It's cracked up to be
Fast city living ain't all
Yeah seem I need to go home
And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee
Yes I lay down, I lay down
The doctor, try to take it all in
Yeah lay down, lay down
To try to take it all in
(Take it all in)
Yeah you got eight million people
And I didn't have a single friend
Don't you know, don't you know
New York was killing me
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And go back home to Jackson, Tennessee
Lord have mercy, mercy on me
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
Yeah I need to be back home, need to be back home
Need to be back home, need to be back home yeah
Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee
Yeah I born in Chicago but I
In the song "New York City" by Brian Jackson & Gil Scott-Heron, the lyrics touch upon the struggles and challenges one faces in a bustling city like New York. The singer talks about how the doctors are unable to diagnose what is ailing him, but deep down, he knows that the city itself is what is slowly draining him. Despite the excitement and opportunities that come with city living, the fast pace and pressures can be overwhelming and take a toll on one's well-being. The singer expresses a longing to return home to Jackson, Tennessee, where he can slow down and find solace away from the chaos of the urban environment.
The repeated refrain of needing to take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee emphasizes the contrast between the hectic city life and the desire for a simpler, more peaceful existence. The singer reflects on the disillusionment of city living, highlighting that it may not be as glamorous or fulfilling as it is often portrayed. The loneliness and lack of connection in a crowded city like New York serve as a stark reminder of the isolation that can accompany urban life, despite being surrounded by millions of people. The singer feels lost and disconnected, yearning for the familiarity and comfort of his hometown.
The plea for mercy and the longing to be buried back home in Jackson, Tennessee suggest a deep-rooted attachment and yearning for one's roots and origins. The singer acknowledges the impact that New York City has had on his physical and emotional well-being, recognizing the need to return to a place where he feels a sense of belonging and peace. The juxtaposition of being born in Chicago but feeling the pull towards Tennessee further emphasizes the idea of seeking refuge and renewal in a place that holds personal significance and emotional resonance.
Overall, "New York City" delves into themes of disillusionment, alienation, and the search for belonging and authenticity in the face of urban pressures and complexities. The lyrics capture the internal conflict and emotional struggles of the singer as he grapples with the demanding nature of city life and the longing for a simpler, more fulfilling existence back home. The song serves as a poignant reflection on the impact of environment and personal connections on one's sense of self and well-being, ultimately underscoring the importance of staying true to oneself and finding solace in familiar surroundings.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me
Despite the doctors' lack of knowledge, I recognized that New York City was negatively affecting my health
Yeah well I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee
I realized that I needed to return home to Jackson, Tennessee and relax in order to heal
Let me tell ya city ain't living all, It's cracked up to be
Living in the city isn't as glamorous and exciting as it's made out to be
Yeah seem I need to go home, And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee
It appears that I must go back home and take things easy in Jackson, Tennessee
Yeah you got eight million people, And I didn't have a single friend
Despite being surrounded by millions of people, I felt lonely and isolated without a single friend
Seems like I need to start over, And go back home to Jackson, Tennessee
It seems like a fresh start is needed, and going back home to Jackson, Tennessee is the best option
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
Expressing a plea for mercy and divine assistance
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee
Requesting to be laid to rest in Jackson, Tennessee, my true home
Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee
Although I was born in Chicago, my true home is in Tennessee
Yeah I need to be back home, need to be back home
It is essential for me to return home where I truly belong
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Written by: Gil Scott-Heron
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Rick Reese
This song is about the real New York City. The ups & downs, the trials and tribulations of life here in the Big Apple, Gil Scott telling it like it is ( Howard Cosell )but the words are the truth. Once again my brother thank you for feeling and telling it like it really is.
LionRock08
pure unadulterated talent respect to Brian Jackson. RIP dear Mr Heron
Brandon Lara
Gil Scott showing his love for the NYC, while he reminds us that "We Almost Lost Detroit". Man knew how to paint a picture with words and music like no other. Will truly be missed, RIP, probably upstairs ruffling feathers!!! Salute and Respect!!!!!
Joshua Tall2
To my friend Dennis Thompson thank you for giving me words of wisdom , thank you for being a friend to me and thank you for introducing me to this song by the legendary Gill Scott!! I'm going to elavate my game and live my life to the fullest rest in paradise brother Dennis!;;
keyc505
Why doesn't this song have more views?? This is a classic
royjames2005
Gives me goosebumps every time I come back to it.
Mr. Bungle
Gil Scott Herron Legend King of New York! His message will live forever!
Joshua Tall2
Another classic by this dynamic icon rest in everlasting power brother Gill. it
modern mockery
This song is magic
D S
toujours aussi bon à écouter !!