Velocity of Money
I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows
of Lower East Side
Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on
84th Street
Delighted by inflation that drives me out on the street
After all what good’s the family farm, why eat turkey by thousands every
Thanksgiving?
Why not have Star Wars? Why have the same old America?!?
George Washington wasn’t good enough! Tom Paine pain in the neck,
Whitman what a jerk!
I’m delighted by double digit interest rates in the Capitalist world
I always was a communist, now we’ll win
an usury makes the walls thinner, books thicker & dumber
Usury makes my poetry more valuable
my manuscripts worth their weight in useless gold -
Now everybody’s atheist like me, nothing’s sacred
buy and sell your grandmother, eat up old age homes,
Peddle babies on the street, pretty boys for sale on Times Square -
You can shoot heroin, I can sniff cocaine,
macho men can fite on the Nicaraguan border and get paid with paper!
The velocity’s what counts as the National Debt gets higher
Everybody running after the rising dollar
Crowds of joggers down broadway past City Hall on the way to the Fed
Nobody reads Dostoyevsky books so they’ll have to give a passing ear
to my fragmented ravings in between President’s speeches
Nothing’s happening but the collapse of the Economy
so I can go back to sleep till the landlord wins his eviction suit in court.
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Iron Maiden is an institution, and I'm delighted that I'm involved in it, but there was a time that I wasn't delighted so I quit.
quote by Bruce Dickinson
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Joy and Anger
Joy is an overwhelming feeling to be happy,
But more, To feel so delighted with God, you see;
It's an awesome happiness, that makes one delighted within,
A life so pleased and coping cause God's taken away their sin.
Anger is a time of hurts, and feelings of terrible fury,
That you just see everything negative, one's mind is blurry;
It gets one so mad at everyone who'll disagree with you,
And all you do, is to get into a tether, and end in a stew.
Joy is like a rainbow, such beauty and glowing for all to see,
It makes one laugh, To feel delighted at the smallest bee;
It's a gift from the Lord, That remains with you to share,
And when you think it's enough, there's plenty always to spare.
Anger will get one down, it's like a black cloud that won't go away,
But if we don't deal with it, anger will be in your subconscious to stay;
Anger can cause one to bring much strife more than you need,
So please deal with it first, go to God, and certainly plead.
poem by Margaret Haig
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I was delighted to become a popular-culture reference point. I'm still delighted about it actually, and I still find it to be weird.
quote by Colin Firth
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Your Boom, My Bust
So the he said
'Tell me capitalist
what is profit? '
He said
profit is what I earn
when I sell something for more than it is worth,
it is a reward for my effort.'
Ah, I said, if everyone did that
then the price of an object would
keep going up forever
since each person in the chain
would want their profft
and finally, the price would be so high
nobody could afford to buy
what the capitalist had to sell
and then we would all be in poverty
the last capitalist
would be the only one left with money
enough to buy up our properties
since the price would have dropped
because nobody could afford to pay
and in the end
the richest capitalist
would be the only one standing
and would own everything
while everyone else would have to sell everything to him
because all of the rest of us would be too poor
to pay the high prices its costs to live.
Sell something for more than it is really worth
on the grounds that a profit must be made
leads to disasters, and boom and bust.
Hello Wall Street.
And by the way
if everyone loses everything
who had the money to buy
it all up?
Hello Wall Street.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Bad Boys
(coverdale/sykes)
I know you, you know me
Im the black sheep of the family,
Im in an out of trouble
Im the talk of the town
I get wild in the street
When the sun goes down
I steal around, like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
I see you, you see me
Just a black street boy in society
With high-heeled women full of champagne an lies,
Getting wild in the street
til the hot sunrise
Stealing round like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city,
Wild in the city,
Wild in the city
Bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
I know you, you know me
Im the black sheep of the family,
Im in an out of trouble
Im the talk of the town
I get wild in the street
When the sun goes down
I dont care what the people think,
I cant hear what the people say,
I steal around like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Bad, bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
Undercover of moonlight...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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On The Street
On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
[Everybody dance]
[Watch for the difference]
On the street
{Breaking on broadway]
O, O, On the street
[Shaking on sunset strip]
On the street
[Like nobody booming supporting that]
Da, da, da, da, da ...
On the street
On the street
Dancing
On the street
On the street
Dancing
Dancing
On the street
On the street
[Twisting on the turnpipe]
Dancing
On the street
On the street
On the street ...
Da, da, da, da, ...
Dance on the street ...
song performed by by Madonna
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Depot Street
I live on the west side, by the county reservoir
And she lives down on depot street, behind the city hall
Behind the city hall
Her fathers name is macintosh, her mothers name is pearl
And they live down on depot street, shes my little girl
Shes my little girl
Down on depot street, Im gonna see my baby
Depot street, Im gonna see my girl
Depot street, baby, baby, baby
Depot street, behind the city hall
We aint got no money, we dont have no car
We stay down on depot street, just dancin in the park
Dancin in the park
And her sister doesnt like me, but I dont really care
I know the only reason is she wants me for herself
She wants me for herself
Down on depot street, Im gonna see my baby
Depot street, Im gonna see my girl
Depot street, baby, baby, baby
Depot street, behind the city hall
Shes my baby, shes my girl
And we aint been to college, we both quit high school
There was way too many people there makin way too many rules
Makin way too many rules
So we got no education, but we dont care at all
Cause it dont mean much on depot street, behind the city hall
Behind the city hall
Down on depot street, Im gonna see my baby
Depot street, Im gonna see my girl
Depot street, baby, baby, baby
Depot street, behind the city hall
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Tina Toledos Street Walkin Blues
Sweet talkin johnny push a john quicker than he spit
Street walkin tin with a crooked crown waitin for it
There she goes
She born in boston but the amtrak took her away
She lives in brooklyn but she works outta queens in the
Black limousines, money in the bank
Black limousines, money in the bank
Send it home
Tina toledo got a kid that lives with her ma
She takes the subway after school, makes up her face, changes clothes
There she goes
She feels the rain coming down on washington square
She gives the cops on the beat a little discount
And then, then, then its
Black limousines, money in the bank
Black limousines, money in the bank
Wend it home
Hard on the knees, money in the bag
Hard on the knees, money in the bag
Send it home for medical school
Rock herself to sleep with the rhythm of the rain
Beating like the be against the window frame
Of her hotel room
Rock herself to sleep with the tunes on the dash
Dont take no credit cards, she takes cash
Says, money, money, money in the bank
Money, money, money in the bank
Money, money, money in the bank
Money, money, money in the bank
It aint no easy life but it pays pretty good,
Keeps her out of the cold
It aint no easy life
But its silver and gold
Silver, silver, silver and gold
Tina toledos street walkin blues
Street walkin, wtreet walkin blues
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Mary Street
(s. hoffs/v. peterson)
Susanna & vicki
Times up girl now
No more excusing you
And those books you read
Oh girl, you better review
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Now what are you waiting for (what are you waiting for)
You thought that cool
Was in someone elses shoes and makeup
Sitting in your room
Waiting for the moment to come
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Now what are you waiting for (what are you waiting for)
You got no tears for
All the guys who passed you by
All the girls who shut you out
They wont recognize you now
Youre a good girl now
No more excusing you
And those books you read
Oh girl, you better review
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Now what are you waiting for (what are you waiting for)
Oh oh oh, mary street
Looking out your door
Oh oh oh, mary street
Oh yeah, oh yeah
song performed by by Bangles
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Life in Paradise: 21st Century Style
2000-2001
The “dot com” bubble bursts
Recession
9/11/2001
America attacked!
Our way of life is threatened
Fear sets in
Financial institutions vulnerable!
Economy in a nose dive
What to do?
Everybody fly the flag from your home.
Save housing - Save the economy!
First, everybody needs a home.
The madness begins.
2002-2003
Create laws to increase minority homeownership
California gives birth to the ARMs* and NINJA** loans
Accounting irregularities at Fannie Mae (FNMA) & Freddie Mac (FDMAC) ***
Doors open for Wall Street to invest in Main Street
Without those pesky government regulations
Homeownership increases
...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”…
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
AREN”T HOME PRICES INCREASING FASTER THAN INCOME?
…...“No problem; it only takes a little creative mortgage financing and Wall St loves those high yielding mortgages…..
HIGHER RISK - HIGHER YIELD!
Pension funds love high yield.
Buy more and more....
…...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”…..
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
AREN”T PENSION FUNDS ONLY ALLOWED TO BUY AAA RATED INVESTMENTS?
...“Problem solved...banks pay the salaries at the Rating Agencies and Ratings Agencies in turn lower the standards to obtain a AAA rating”...
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
WHO’S WATCHING THE “HEN HOUSE” WHO’S MINDING THE STORE?
...“Who cares?
Everyone is happy
Millions of new jobs created
Millions of new homeowners
Millions of dollars for bankers
Millions of dollars for Wall St
And everyone owns a home on Main St
Money is flowing
Everyone wins! ”…
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
AREN”T HOMES BECOMING LESS AFFORDABLE?
2004 -2005
...“Pressure Government to create more creative loans and even lower down payments with even higher yields and make more bucks”…
A new mortgage is born, Euphemism: THE PAY OPTION NEGATIVE AM ARM Loan
...Easy to sell… You chose your own payment! You chose your interest rate! ...
WILL WALL ST BUY THESE LOANS?
….“You bet! Wall St loves these high yield mortgages. They package these loans as CDOs***** and sell them to Pension Funds, Municipalities, Foreign Governments etc
Spread the risk - Harvest the yield! …
Now Fannie Mae & Freddie Mac want back in on the action
...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”
Everyone wins! …
The country is now infected with AFLUENZA
...“We need even more mortgages. Pressure Government to lower credit qualifications, raise borrowing limits, allow less equity positions. Let homeowners use their homes as ATMs+++”...
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
WHERE IS THE SEC? WHERE IS THE FED? *****
...“Banks will police themselves” says the SEC
“Homeownership is up.
The Standard of Living is up
It is good” says the Fed...
...“After all ever since the Great Depression, home values have ALWAYS gone up
And everybody pays their mortgage ”...
CAN THIS LAST? WON”T HOMES PRICES HAVE TO COME DOWN OR INCOMES GO UP? .
2006 – 2007
Prices too high.
Average home unaffordable
Fewer home buyers.
Prices sinking
ARM’s resetting
Sub prime borrowers defaulting
Ninja loans failing.
Banks taking in less
Fewer dollars to lend
Layoffs beginning
Homes over-mortgaged
Appraising for much less
Equity gone
No equity - No sale
The downward spiral begins
Existing incomes static
Mortgage payments climbing
Homes losing value
Appraising lower
Jobs being lost
Unemployment rising
Banks failing
Wall St collapsing
Investment yields disappearing.
No way out!
2008 –2009
Elect a new administration with a RESCUE PLAN!
….“Spend more money Acquire more debt”….
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER! DANGER!
*ARM: Adjustable Rate Mortgage,
** NINJA loan: No Income, No Job or Assets
*** FNMA & FDMAC: Federal National Mortgage Corporation & Federal Home Loan Mortgage Corporation
**** CDO Collateral Debt Obligations
****** SEC: Securities & Exchange Commission & Federal Reserve System
+++ATM: Automated Teller Machine
poem by Nancy Chambers
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I've been delighted by Cannes and Toronto but I keep saying I don't know how good we're going to be received in America because that's where it's most challenging.
quote by William Hurt
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Street Life
(ferry)
Wish everybody would leave me alone -yeah
Theyre always calling on my telephone
When I pick it up theres no one there
So I walk outside just to take the air
Come on with me cruising down the street
Who knows what youll see, who you might meet
This brave new worlds not like yesterday -
It can take you higher than the milky way
Now i´m blinded I cant really see - yeah
No more bright lights confusing me - no
Dont ask me why im feeling blue
cause loving you is all I can do
Hey good-looking boys - gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so unkind,
They can make you feel like youre losing your mind
Street life
Street life
Street life
What a life
Back to nature boys - vasser girls too
Watch what you say, or think, or do
Continental-style strasse girls might
But you know exactly if its wrong or right
Education is an important key - yes
But the good lifes never won by degrees - no
Pointless passing through harvard or yale
Only window shopping - its strictly no sale
Week end starts friday soon after eight
Your jet black magic helps you celebrate
You may be stranded if you stick around
- and thats really something...
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Street Of Dreams
I heard the sound of voices in the night
Spellbound there was someone calling
I looked around no one was in sight
Pulled down I just kept on falling
Ive seen this place before
You were standing by my side
Ive seen your face before tonight
Maybe I just see what I want it to be
I know its a mystery
Do you remember me on a street of dreams
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
There you stood a distant memory
So good like we never parted
Said to myself I knew youd set me free
And here we are right back where we started
Soemthings come over me
And I dont know what to feel
Maybe this fantasy is real
Now I know I see what I want it to be
But its still a mystery
Do you remember me on the street of dreams
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
You are on every face I see
On the street of dreams
Solo
Tell me have you always been
On the street of dreams
Will we ever meet again my friend
Do you know just what it meand to be
On the street of dreams
Never know just who youll see do ya
On the street of dreams
You can be who you want to be oh yeah
I can hear you calling me
I can feel you haunting me
Haunting me
song performed by by Rainbow
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Mother And Daughter
tonight i have a good image
when mom and daughter finally meet at the airport
somewhere in Chicago
she brings her favorite goodies
from the Philippines islands
once a year, once again
the bonding begins
she teaches her what happiness brings
she tells her stories about what missing is all about
she is taken back to all those years of her youth
she edifies her goddess of love
inside the house the talking of their own language
can be heard as a chatter of two strange birds
outside it is snowing
inside the fire begins to burn
and the young children watch them
awed, amazed, delighted, so delighted.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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M.i.a.m.i:
Money is the soul of life
Without it, you will never live
The best life of your time
It is the blood of the society
It is the engine of the globe
Wall Street is the right artery
Main Street is the left artery
For me money is like a battery
To boost everything in humanity
It is the language of the world
Universal passwords:
Dollar, Moolah, Benjamin,
Euro, Ruby, peso, yen
We depend on money
Show the money
You will see the light
If you have the money
You will buy a life
Give the money
Take over the world …
Is it only in the club
Papers are flying
Booties are dropping
Liquors are floating
Strippers are shaking
Down on the floor they can go
Party and sex are planning?
No! As we know
Where money is talking
Everything else is listening …
Asingle life is not enough
To live the good life
Yes! The good life
That Kanye is talking about
The life on B.E.T
The life on M.T.V crib
The life of Justin Bieber
The life on my dream
The life that I have to live …
Major it is to have your name
On Forbes 500 as king of hedge fund
Avatar cannot stop earning,
Financial big deal merger,
Your woman, cars, houses, clothes
Reflect how fat are your pockets
Your friends, investments and jets
Tell how important money makes you …
Issues will not help you
You will need to see Dr. Drew,
Think hard and bring thing,
Hustling is one kind way of life
Honest, clean, exciting, best living.
Even a dollar bill makes you feel great
No matter how, where you get your money
When you got paid, don't you feel like GOD.
poem by Dieury Dumas
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That's What Makes America Cool, You Know?
With apology to Bruce Willis...
we don't wrap our women up in burkas,
we like bikinis on the beach,
we invented hula hoops and frisbees,
we tolerate what anyone may preach,
we got chicken in every pot,
cars in every parking lot,
that's what makes America cool, you know?
we can only smoke cigarettes on the street,
we strap our babies down in a car seat,
if you come here you will learn,
we're cautious at every turn,
every chick and dude knows all about health food,
we play rock and roll with attitude,
that's what makes America cool, you know?
for the most part we win the wars we fight,
for the most part we know wrong from right,
we got sports and movies on our t.v.
twenty- four seven, sea to shining sea,
the casinos here are ace,
we handle our toxic waste,
that's what makes America cool, you know?
Lots of people sneak into our country,
Very few people try to sneak away,
pretty soon, we'll be back on the moon,
if you say we can't, you'll soon change your tune,
there ain't nothing we can't do,
Man, we're the red, white, and blue,
that's what makes America, cool, you know?
That's what makes America cool.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Southern Justice
(Jum McBride, Stewart Harris)
He was born in the big iron city
Deep in the heart of Dixie, yes he was now
Raised on the good Book
Taught to take a good look at what's going on
His daddy was Birmingham lawman
A servant of the people through and through
They say blood is thicker than water
So the boy got a badge and a suit of blue
He was long on southern justice
Practiced his law out on the street
Drew the line for the criminal mind to see
Dedicated to keep God's children free
There are two sides to every big city
And he walked on the side that wasn't pretty
A solitary ranger
He had to deal with the danger 'round every turn
Every day was a tightrope of decision
Between a forty-four and a heart of gold
Some of those hard case confrontations
Would ct him like a switch-blade to his soul
Repeat Chorus
Late one night down on Crack Street Alley
He walked up on a bad deal goin' down
He knew what he'd done
When he saw that shotgun swing around
He drew then froze in hesitation
When he saw that fourteen year old face
Then the fire from that shotgun barrel
Blew all his burdens away
Blew his burdens away
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Nobody Lives Here Anymore
scarecrow in the yard,
eviction notice on the door.
the walls stripped bare
smell of ham and beans,
the sounds of laughter
and crying trapped
in the cobwebbed corners.
across the street a homosexual
man peeks through the curtains,
his breath of amaretto and nuts...
watching the old man and woman
pack the remnants of a life
into a car, nowhere to go.
setting down his cup he walks
out the door, across the street....
starts carrying boxes without a word.
till all is loaded that can be loaded,
and the rest left in a pile down
at the street, to be carried off....
then hugs, a tear, a few kind words....
almost family, just neighbors, friends...
the old couple drives away without
looking back... the neighbor staring
at the empty boxes on the porch...
nobody lives here anymore!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Six o’clock on a Friday morning
It’s six o’clock on a Friday morning
and I wait for my bus
and across the street,
the lights are burning cheerful and yellow
in the square and dome shaped windows
of the state library
and I wonder what documents are kept there
Street hawkers sell newspapers and sweets
in front of the Pretoria News,
while passengers are already
catching busses in rows.
There’s an icy chill
that hangs in the morning dawn light
and there’s a skew pointed obelisk
that is in front of the high court chambers
and a newspaper heading
talks about the recession
that is blowing hot and cold,
but it’s freezing
and the cold even eats
right through my leader jacket.
On the east side of Vermeulen Street
the sky becomes a light yellow,
while the blue of the heaven
folds open all over the rest
and streetlights stand in a long row
up the street past traffic lights.
Schoolgirls dressed in blue
are watching school boys with red jerseys
and young women
stand and shake
from the cold and I wonder,
how the old red delivery bicycle
behind the pillar
are not getting stolen
where it stands every morning on its place.
There’s a street sign that points to the Pierneef museum
into the L te Groen Eureka factory building,
but it’s still too early
to go and look at paintings
and I wonder how
the Pierneef paintings inside looks.
On the side of a building
I am amazed at the Tswane sign,
but this big city
will always stay Pretoria for me
and I wonder how people
can build buildings so pressed into each other
and look at old and new buildings
standing rowed in onto each other
and the bus stays away,
while others come and go
and I wait
a while longer in the cold.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dictatorships Exclusive
dictatorships
pyramid exclusive privilege
restricted rights
restricted benefits
streamlined American debt
states are bankrupt?
good common citizens
ordinary noble Americans
pay debt in sold skins
George W Bush
robbed American poor
who had to pay taxes
exempted wealth all
his buddy mega rich mates
who as his supporters
fund contributors
were apex tax exempt
paid no tax at all?
for a haven period
of several years
Barak reinstated
mega rich prime privilege
Barak Hussein Obama stepped
up illegal foreign wars
lied publicly because never closed
Guantanamo Bay as promised
bought troops home as promised
costly invasion inflation wars
crank up American blood debt
costly drone buzz missiles hit
over a million American
homes lost homes homes
the poor the middle class
suffer while wall street fraud
top bankers who were guilty
of mismanagement were bailed
out with tax payer dollars
again the fleeced poor paid
for errors of banker policy
rich and when poor protest
will they be swiftly beaten
down if dare march protest?
Say No To Torture?
Say No To Gitmo?
Say No To Barack?
Say No To Foreign Wars?
Say yes to bring home troops?
Say yes to American factories?
Say yes to fair taxes our homes?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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