Shelter Songs mission is to help those in the shelter system share their story thru song.
Shelter Songs currently works with the residents of the
Park Slope Women’s Shelter & Broadway House.
How You Get To New York
Sometimes a mothers got a long walk finding her way home
And sometimes a daughters gonna do what she’s been shown
Trouble lord trouble that ain’t hard to find
Especially when you’re the troubled kind
That road has no fork sometimes that’s how you get to New York
And just because you’re loud that don’t mean you’ve got a voice
And free to fuck up endlessly still don’t mean it's all a choice
Cause over here on the poor side of town
High’s the only up & it’s meant to keep you down
That road has no fork and sometimes that’s how you get to New York
How you get on the streets
On your back
On your knees
And all the while thinking you’ve landed on your feet
Sometimes rock bottoms on the 8th floor of the Empire Hotel
Wishing this stranger would've killed you
Cause you ain’t had no luck yourself
29 years shouldn’t seem like forever
But no one ever told you deserved any better
That road had no fork and sometimes that’s how you get to New York
Luna Star Smile
Luna Star Smile is coming to town
She’s walked a long hard mile to spread kindness around
Luna Star Smile melts away danger
And when you’re not afraid nobody’s a stranger
And her will has power power power
In the deepest darkest hour
It’s stronger than the dope stronger than the smoke
It’ll blow it all away
Luna Star Smile she’s got a sidekick
They call her Tough Little Cookie that’s her lil sis
And their moms always tired she needs to rest
So Luna Star Smile & Tough Little Cookie do their best
CHO
The moon has power It can push & pull the tides
And stars are for wishes and they can be your guide
And her smile oh her smile her stepdad used to say
Could sell a million t shirts in just one day
CHO
Luna Star Smile is dreaming of home
And playing Hot Cross Buns real loud
On her xylophone dreaming of home
Written by M & T
PSWS
Trying to get Back on the Bus
85 kills under my belt
but when that ice water in my veins
it began to melt
i was washed away in that flood
of guilt and shame booze & drugs
it was them against us
now it’s just me
trying to get back on the bus
1st one lingered on my mind
then less and less and less and less
each and every time
till it was just lining up them dots
just line’em and take my shot
it was them against us
now it’s just me
trying to get back on the bus
it may seem like no big deal
to walk thru those doors
sit above those wheels
feel‘em spinning round & round
while your hands shake
and your heart pounds
what it feels like in my shoes
I would never wish on you
or anyone
the things i’ve seen the things i’ve done
truth is we gotta go way back
before the war before iraq
crosstown bus with my girl
79 i was top of the world
a gun in her back
a knife to my throat
something snapped
something broke
it was them against us
now it’s just me
trying to get back on the bus
now i’m living one breath at a time
i know my stop i know my line
i got landmarks along the way
and i’m making new ones every day
cause it ain’t them and it ain’t us
it’s just me
Trying to get back on the bus
Written by G & T
Park Slope Women's Shelter
Last call with Karl at
Neimans Allllllll aboard
All you Uptown girls with your Chanel bags
With all that money can afford
Step into the spiral all you butterflies
New York will eat you and eat at you alive
Then the truth will come out about this modern world
Are you a made out of gold or are you a counterfeit girl
Where are our idols Brittany & Justin
Matching denim we thought we could trust them
And then they broke they broke our hearts
And a darkness fell over these here parts
America is dangling from a cliff
Melania Ivanka
How did it come to this
Runaway brides Bachelorettes
Nothing to remember nothing to forget
We lived together once the rich and the poor
Till they bottled all the oxygen
And wired all the doors
There’ll be no trading places Dan will be Dan
And ol legless Eddie will never be the man
Step into the spiral all you butterflies
New York will eat you and eat at you alive
Then the truth will come out about this modern world
Are you a made out of gold or are you a counterfeit girl
Written by R & T
Park Slope Women's Shelter