

Nobody seems to know the actual date of this recording but we know it was in January, 1966 during the Pet Sounds sessions.
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 I don't feel like laughin' now       I could use a laugh and how
I could use a telephone   All alone  Me and my old radio
Let's forget the news all right      We won't get the blues tonight
Just gotta get together            Tell that so and so
Shankin' the Big Apple tree          Barkin' for a bite
You see sun is up on New York town   Honkin' round  run down my Battery
Drop me off at Walk Don't Walk   It's about another block
And it's been lovely here on Wall Street 
 I can see nothin' but ash in the air  Confetti all colored with blood
The jewel-encrusted mud-flattened Hudson
She's beaten and battered and buttressed and broke
Dining on dregs, gone begging, no joking
And in the confetti is human desire, love-letters lost in space, now smoking
The mouth of the river yawning south to the sea 
 In this cloud of disarray                      Floats a falling man in grey
Upside down and holding hands with his mate    Why wait for speculation?
Like two stones we gravitate                   There's no time to hesitate
Just time to say I love you                    Say I love you Wall Street 
 Two flaming birds on fire   They kiss their lives good-bye
Whereon the concrete street they meet in dying  Without a trace of our embrace
You can't place my face though you are trying
'Til dust will stop our labored love     We must drop all fear now of flying
A heart-beat from The Hudson down to the sea 
