Interracial Song: “Talk of the Town” by Bruce Hornsby

Talk of the Town by Bruce Hornsby (link to video)

I’ve been riding around with the top down

Like I always do

My love at my side, but only this time

My friends say something’s changed you

They said you’re running with the wrong set

The girl is someone you should never have met

Let her go on her own, son

Everyone else has just come undone

The old town fathers are up in arms

The city council is very alarmed

Cousins and uncles are having fits

Predictors of doom think this is it

Everybody else just stand around

Me and my baby, we’re the talk of the town

The old statue there in the town square

Seems to stare at me

Walking around with my head down

They say can’t we make you see

I said, Son, you know we’re really color blind

But everybody else seems to really mind

Lose her now, I think you’ll find

Everyone else will just fall in line?

The chamber of commerce are up in arms

The city council is very alarmed

Cousins and uncles are having fits

Predictors of doom think this is it

Everyone else is just thinking out loud

Me and my baby, we’re the talk of the town

Probably not the first but surely not the last

Shouldn’t throw stones out from your house of glass

‘Round here lots of crackers and cheese

Stay away from those my daddy said to me

You’ll get in trouble if you mess with these

Well, the old town fathers are up in arms

The city council is very alarmed

The cousins and uncles are having fits

Predictors of doom think this is it

Everybody else is just hanging around

Me and my baby, we’re the talk of the town

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Tracy

I am a walking dichotomy. The line of beauty, or serpentine line, that connects the yin and yang. I live in this space freely and welcome all of me.

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