north jersey

2013

(don mclean)

Starry

 starry

 night

Flaming flowers

that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's LOVING hand

dearly departed

cemetery

Marcellus, new york

 

(bruce springsteen)

On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly
Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died
At night in dreams he sees their souls rise
Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies

Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed

Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old
Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos
His mama cried "My beautiful boy is dead"
In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads

This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted
Young lives over before they got started
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed

Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed
All I can think of is what if it would've been him instead
I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down
Right here on my own piece of dirty ground

Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar
Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
And all the hatred and dirty little lies
Been written off the books and into decent men's eyes

Treasure island, fla.

 

sunny florida road

(bruce springsteen)

At sixteen she quit high school to make her fortune in the promised land

She got a job behind the counter in an all night hamburger stand

She wrote faithfully home to mama

Now mama don't you worry none

From small things, mama

Big things one day come

It was late one Friday he pulled in out of the dark

He was tall and handsome; first she took his order, then she took his heart

They bought a house up on the hillside

Where little feet soon would run

From small things, mama

Big things one day come

Oh but love is fleeting

it's sad but true

But when your heart is beating

You don't wanna hear the news

She packed her bags:and with a Wyomie County real estate man

 

She ran down to Tampa

In an El Dorado Grande

She wrote back home

Dear Mama

Life is just heaven in the sun

From small things, mama

Big things one day come

Well she shot him dead

On a sunny Florida road

When they caught her all she said

Was she couldn't stand the way he drove

Back home lonesome Johnny

Prays for his baby's parole

He waits on the hillside

Where the Wyomie waters roll

At his feet and almost grown now

A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son

Well from small things, mama

Big things one day come

Well from small things, mama