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You start with “fill up my cup” — which at this moment in the song reads as a cup of beer at a party or maybe even a cup (glass?) of champagne at a sophisticated nightclub. And then with just two words the song pulls aside the curtain and says — you are at a bar mitzvah. Look to your left — the man dancing there there is 75. Look to your right — the girl dancing there is 12. Look down at the cup — it’s a kiddush cup.
"That ethereal twilight light, you know. It’s the sound of the street with the sunrays, the sun shining down at a particular time, on a particular type of building. A particular type of people walking on a particular type of street. It’s an outdoor sound that drifts even into open windows that you can hear. The sound of bells and distant railroad trains and arguments in apartment buildings and the clinking of silverware and knives and forks and beating with leather straps. It’s all—it’s all there. Just lack of a jackhammer, you know."
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