MC Frontalot - Stoop Sale lyrics

I nearly blew right by in
My hurry to the subway
When I heard someone say
"Isn’t autumn lovely?"
And as I stopped to observe
That this was correct to the proprietor
I couldn’t help but inspect
The folding table by the railing
Laden with her goods:
Ashtrays made of metal little
Angels made of wood
Hand mirror with the handle broken
(still pretty nice)
Wall-wart to charge a telephone
Trays to make ice
The advice of my neighbor, "Go ahead
Take your time
We’ll negotiate price on whatever you find"
And then shining in the detritus
I saw the brightest
Flash of something precious i began


To feel the slightest
Little tingle in my innards i was like
"What’s that?" then her bare-tooth chuckle
"It’s a buckle for a strap on a hat
Like a lady wears to court or church
But it holds a special property i’ll
Tell you how it works"

It was a stoop sale
Which is a garage sale if
You live in Brooklyn which I do
And at the stoop sale
Which is like a yard sale
Except that it’s in Brooklyn i got my due

Somehow I knew she was serious i
Reached to pick it up
But she stayed my hand her reprimand
It was abrupt
"This little trinket, " she said
"grants wishes
It can make everything you ever eat delicious
It can take away concern so
You can sleep at night
Can make the love of your
Life and you reunite
Can right wrongs done in your
Past or in your future
Make a winner out of whoever
Whoever owns it roots for
But it only ever does one thing
As you take possession of it
That’s the wish to which it clings
So choose very carefully before
We make a deal
If there’s anything impossible you
Want to make real
If there’s anything improbable you’d
Like to assure
It will happen and that’s when
You have to endure
The regret that accompanies
Said decision making:
All the other wishes in the
World that you’ve forsaken"

It was a stoop sale
Which is a garage sale if
You live in Brooklyn which I do
And at the stoop sale
Which is like a yard sale
Except that it’s in Brooklyn i got my due
It was a stoop sale
Which is a garage sale if
You live in Brooklyn which I do
And at the stoop sale
Which is like a yard sale
Except that it’s in Brooklyn i got my due

Could it be true? I wondered as
I stared at the clasp
Would some skills on the microphone
Be too much to ask?
Had a couple dark notions
That involved revenge fame, glory, money
People love me and it never ends
Shook these from my head like
They were so much sleep
And thought instead I’d pretend that
I was so much deep
As to offer every human in
The world true peace
So that we never kill each other
Never get cooties
Never go hungry, suffer shelterlessness
This generosity I felt compelled to dismiss
By my greed to see an old friend back living
If I go the wrong direction, though
Could I ever be forgiven?
While I stood daydreaming
Somebody’d got a hold
Of this little brass buckle
And he must have been so bold
As to put it in his
Pocket without it getting bought
Saw him do it he was wishing
That he wouldn’t get caught

All at the stoop sale
Which is a garage sale if
You live in Brooklyn which I do
And at the stoop sale
Which is like a yard sale
Except that it’s in Brooklyn i got my due
It was a stoop sale
Which is a garage sale if
You live in Brooklyn which I do
And at the stoop sale
Which is like a yard sale
Except that it’s in Brooklyn i got my due