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One of the features on the ride through the Staten Island Expressway was this big beige building that was built like a staircase (currently, the Sunrise Tower Condominiums). It seemed to be about the only building one could see passing through Staten Island (except for those little towns that would pop up where every house was the exact same color, with the exact same different color for a roof).
In the fall, the leaves along the highway would turn an amazing array of red, orange, and yellow, and so my brother and I named this big building "Leaf Palace" or "L.P." for short.
The song that came out if this title has nothing to do with it; the title just sparked an image of a desolate city.
If I am not being too psychoanalytical, I would say that I was the desolate city at the tender age of 18.
In the original lyrics, the adjective of the stubborn city was spelled with an "m" instead of an "r", but as I recently got to recording the song. it seemed to me now to be an overly strong term, and so it was downsized. And still I wavered to label the album as explicit content, but that would've ruined the cover, so I let it go.
The collapsed ruins of the city
It had just fallen away
There were remants of glory
Greatness of the day
Now there were only
Stores without wares
Schools without chairs
The sidewalks are bare
They came from afar
By horse and by mule
To restand the king
Who this city once ruled
They worked and they toiled
To rebuild the fallen
But the darn stubborn city
Chose to stay fallen
They packed up their stuff
And said with a sigh
There is nothing we can do
For this city has died