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I realize the East Village of Manhattan has not realized its potential. How could skater kids afford such alluring haircuts if it had?
And as I pump carbon dioxide out of my lungs here in the 4th floor of the wreckage, I've gotta say: I don't miss the Ramones. I don't miss CBGB. I miss you.
New York is famous for chewing people up and spitting them out. Who's fighting? Who's kicking New York in the teeth?
And as I pump carbon dioxide out of my lungs here in the 4th floor of the wreckage, I've gotta say: I don't miss the Ramones. I don't miss CBGB. I miss you.
New York is famous for chewing people up and spitting them out. Who's fighting? Who's kicking New York in the teeth?
posted by stinkrock at 10:46 PM
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Feel the southern breezes and the Southern wind
Blowin' down around this dying land
D'Agostino's late last night I saw a boy fifteen on the road
With nothing in the pocket, his hand to the sky, nowhere else to go
Can you see it, or believe it?
What's beyond East Orange and farther yet
So come with me I'll show you where the Dogwood's bloom it's true
Lost n' found n' lost again to the Honeysuckle Blue…
Runnin' through these caverns of gold runs a river of death indeed
An old hotel serves as a shelter for children of the street
Abandoned by the Promised Land set sail on your own
How much longer will the well be dry for those who roam?
I got a ticket in my pocket to send the corner man, he's never been
Have you ever seen the Blue Ridge Mountains boy,
Or the Chatahoochee, or the Honeysuckle Blue…
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