NYC Subway

RADIO CITY

Radio city serenade

( mark KNOPFLER)

 

You've got to have no credit cards
To know how good it feels
The howling of the bridges
The sidewalks bound with steel
Sitting on the sidewalk
With a party to arrange
May you never change

I stay out when I want to
Still she takes me back
Don't know another girl
Would cut me so much slack
Every wounded soldier
Needs a lady with a light
To help him through the night

 

So blow a kiss to Radio City

 My forever silhouette
Oh, you are so pretty
My beautiful Rockette
You've got my arms
And the crosstown horns
Going on - we've got it going on

Have I got you a river view
This one tops the list
Got a head full of you
And Irish Mist
I know I owe it
To the lady by the sea
Who still looks out for me

 

So blow a kiss to Radio City

 My forever silhouette
Oh, you are so pretty
My beautiful Rockette
You've got my arms
And the crosstown horns
Going on - we've got it going on

You've got my arms
And the crosstown horns
Going on - we've got it going on
We've got it going on

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A winter's day
In a

deep

and

 dark

December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets

below
On a freshly fallen

 silent

shroud

 of snow

I am a rock
I am an

island

 

(by Paul Simon)

 

(by Paul simon)

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers

Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep

Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleeker Street

A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleeker Street

I head a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin'
It's a long road to Caanan
On Bleeker Street
 

57th Street

new York city

2013

(Bruce Springsteen - Incident on 57th Street)

Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape

 watchin' the kids playin' down the
street,
He called down,

"Hey little heroes, summer's long

 but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore,
Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat,

 Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on,

dream on,
And the sister prays for lost souls

then breaks down in the chapel

 after everyone's gone.
Jane moves over to share her pillow

 but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on,
She says,

"Those romantic young boys,

all they ever want to do is fight,
Those romantic young boys,

 they're callin' through the window:
Hey,

Spanish Johnny,

 you want to make a little easy money tonight?"

 

New York, March 2013.

 

Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me

chill me

 fulfill me
Creature of the night.

 

 

 Then if anything grows while you pose
I'll oil you up and rub you down
And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction

 You need a friendly hand and I need action...

Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me

chill me

fulfill me
Creature of the night.

 

("Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me",

 Rocky Horror Picture Show, Richard O'Brien) 

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