Spanish Harlem
Pidgeon Rebecca Lyrics
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
The song "Spanish Harlem" by Pidgeon Rebecca is an ode to the beauty and allure found in the Spanish Harlem neighborhood of New York City. The song speaks of a red rose that grows in the heart of Spanish Harlem, a rose that is hidden away during the bright and shining hours of the day but comes alive under the romantic veil of the night. The rose is a symbol of the beauty that can be found in even the most unlikely of places, a delicate and intangible thing that is capable of surviving even under the harshest of conditions. As the singer looks down at the rose, they are overcome with a sense of awe and wonder, seeing not only the physical beauty of the flower but also the emotional depths that it inspires.
But beyond the rose and the neighborhood that it represents, "Spanish Harlem" is also a song about love and the power that it holds. The singer makes it clear that they are deeply affected by the beauty of the rose, relating the experience to falling in love with someone who has eyes as black as coal that can look right into their soul. The rose and the love that it symbolizes are tied together, inextricably linked by the emotions that they inspire. The song becomes a plea to not only admire the beauty of the rose but to take it home and plant it in one's own garden, to nurture it and allow it to grow, just as one would do with love.
Line by Line Meaning
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
In the neighborhood of Spanish Harlem, there exists a rose plant.
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
On that plant, there is a red colored rose.
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
This particular rose has never been exposed to sunlight.
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
This rose blooms only under the darkness of the night, when the moon is visible.
And all the stars are gleaming
The shining stars are present in the night sky while this rose blooms.
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
This rose plant is growing in the city on the concrete pavement.
But soft and sweet and dreaming
Despite growing in the concrete jungle, this rose remains soft and sweet as if it's dreaming.
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
The petals of this rose are so dark that they appear black and they look deep into the soul of the lyricist.
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
The beauty of the rose ignites a fire within the lyricist that leads to a loss of control over emotions.
I have to beg your pardon
The lyricist apologizes for the overwhelming emotion they feel for this rose.
I'm going to pick that rose
The lyricist has decided to pluck that rose.
And watch her as she grows in my garden
They want to nurture it in their own garden and look after it as it grows.
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
Reiteration of the fact that a rose plant exists in Spanish Harlem.
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Non-lyrical sounds.
Lyrics ยฉ JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: Jerry Leiber, Phil Spector
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@woxiangjingjing
There's a rose in black at Spanish Harlem
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem
It is the special one
It never sees the sun It only comes up
When the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
But soft sweet and dreamy
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem)
With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
It start a fire there and then he looses control
I'm gonna beg his pardon yeah
He's going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows In his garden
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem uum uum
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem uum uum
With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
And start a fire there and then he loses control
And I wanna beg his par-ar-ar-don
He's going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows In his garden
@ArdannaL
I wish youtube had better support for high quality files wav, flac etc
@AuthenticWaves
A beautiful version of a beautiful song. I am not a musician but I suppose it takes a lot to add such a wonderful personal touch to an evergreen. A large part of it is certainly due to Chesky. Many know how to record a song, few know how to capture everything or almost. Bravo to Rebecca, the musicians and the team behind.
@danielmanrique1300
Clear and smooth as silk, and a true referent to test any audio system.
@sehrlickx
Beautiful song and..perfectly presented singer
@pastorbp6097
beautiful combination!! beautiful voice!!
@hughthenasia3153
Best possible way to test high-end headphones. Ba-yoo-tee-fil!
@dialogosinterdisciplinario1326
Hermosa voz
@anthonymiller8365
Absolutely phenomenal ๐
@alunjones162
Beautiful.
@monicamurcia8951
what beautiful song!