Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp & Daryl Hall
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp & Daryl Hall
Robert Fripp & Daryl Hall
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp & Terre Roche
Robert Fripp & Terre Roche
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp & Terre Roche & Peter Hammill
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp & Peter Gabriel
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp & Brian Eno
Fripp lived in Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan, New York City, and recorded this horrific argument between his neighbors. He has described the situation in interviews, and how it inspired this song.
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Father: It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
Mother: And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
Don't call me a slut
Father: No
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigga, a spic or a white baby
Don't call me a slut
Father: No
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigga, a spic or a white baby
You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Mother: You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigga, a spic or a white baby
You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Well get out, there's the door
NY3 was written by Robert Fripp.
NY3 was produced by Robert Fripp.