Odes to Poncey-Highland · Track 14 · middle
Bohemia on Ponce
Cultural pillars — Poncey-Highland's long bohemian, artistic, misfit soul: the musicians and poets, the dive bars, the place that always made room for the weird and the queer; the creative heart of the eastside.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] The streetlights hum a little sharp, it's my favorite kind of view Where the poets and the midnight kids are always passing through Down at the Righteous Room, the jukebox keeps its edge With the regulars making promises out on the window ledge [Chorus] Here’s to Bohemia on Ponce, where the weird kids rule the street A sanctuary built of brick where the eastside comes to breathe From the basement dance floors to the heavy diner plates We’re the brightly colored tapestry that the city can't replace Keep the rhythm playing loud. [Verse 2] Drop by 617 North Highland, stacked with VHS and ghosts Since 1998, they’ve been the strange and steady hosts The queens are walking gracefully in sky-high leather boots Putting down some tangled and magnificent truth [Bridge] It’s a patchwork kingdom made of sequins and torn denim A choir of loud voices, and the magic kept within 'em To the painters on the corner and the flyers on the pole You’re the wild, unapologetic center of the fold [Chorus] Here’s to Bohemia on Ponce, where the weird kids rule the street A sanctuary built of brick where the eastside comes to breathe From the basement dance floors to the heavy diner plates We’re the brightly colored tapestry that the city can't replace Keep the rhythm playing loud. [Outro] Yeah, the neon flickers above the avenue But it never really goes dark. Meet me at the corner where the paint is peeling off the mural... We'll just stay awhile.