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Birthplace Revisited

I stand in the dark light in the dark
street
and look up at my window, I was
born there.
The lights are on; other people are
moving about.
I am with raincoat; cigarette in
mouth,
hat over eye, hand on gat.
I cross the street and enter the
building.
The garbage cans haven't stopped
smelling.
I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears
aims a knife at me…
I pump him full of lost watches.

poem by Gregory Corso
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Dark End Of The Street

At the dark end of the street
That's where we'd always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don't belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
I know that time's gonna take it's toll
We've got to give back all the love that we stole
It's a sin and we know it's wrong
Oh but our love keeps coming on strong
Steal away, to the dark end of the street
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
Oh someday
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
And if by chance we walk downtown
If you should see me just walk on by
But darling, please don't cry
Tonight we'll meet, at the dark end of the street

song performed by by Eels
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Julie and You and Christ

Julie was walking
down Oxford Street
with you

one of her hands
was in yours
the other was holding

a cigarette which she put
to her lips and drew on
and exhaled the smoke

and said
pushing smoke
into the world

do you think Christ
ever came?
of course

you replied
the whole calendar
of the Western world

is spilt before and after
his coming
she inhaled deeply

and stopped to peer
in a shop window
don't like that dress

it's too darn middle class
too safe
you looked at the dress

in the window
at the colours and style
would your mother where it?

you asked
she'd wear it
but I wouldn't

be seen dead in it
she said
moving you on

squeezing your hand
reminding you
of the quick grope

and sex in the small cupboard
off the ward
where she was staying

while trying to kick
the drug habit
she spread out

amongst brooms and boxes
and you there gazing at her
wondering if some domestic

would find you there
well? do you think
Christ really came?

she asked
yes
you said

he split history in two
he made people
either love him

or hate him
and want to destroy him
and what he stood for

she laughed and said
you certainly got him
under your skin

I don't think he came at all
she said
before inhaling

her cigarette smoke
I think it was all
a big joke played out

on the Jews
to get them riled
she inhaled

her cigarette smoke
and was silent
as you walked on

down the Street
it was no joke
being crucified

no joke hanging there
on that cross
you said

she pulled you
into a shop doorway
and kissed you

and said
oh forget about him
and his crucifixion

I've had enough
of the parents
ramming him

into my brain
over the years
and she kissed you again

and you looked
into her dark eyes
where you thought

many a dream comes
and drowns
and dies.

poem by Terry Collett
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Our street light

there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh

talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing

the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend

the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above

i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!

poem by Brad Brown
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When The Lights Go Out

Well you say you have a friend
You trust him with your life
You trust him with your car, you trust him with your kids
You even trust him with your wife
You better watch whats going down when the lights go out
When the night is dark, when there aint nobody looking around
When the lights go out
Down in this dirty little town
Well now the world is dark and funny
You better listen to what I say
You aint gonna know whats going on
By what you see in the light of day
You better watch whats going on when the lights go out
When the night is dark, when there aint nobody looking around
When the lights go out
Down in this dirty little town
Well now baby she trusted billy
With reason you understand
But billy he kept coming home late at night
And in the morning he had that smell on his hand
Well now the world is turning
Rome is burning
Me Im watching
And Im learning
They say it sure is gods hand in the ticking of the clock
The lords light shining under every dirty rock
Well now last night I slept right here
And I heard gods voice whisper in my ear
You better watch whats going on when the lights go out
When the night is dark, when there aint nobody looking around
When the lights go out
Down in this dirty little town
Down in this dirty little town
Down in this dirty little town

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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A Window Into The World

The crow flaps its dark wings up there,
hungryor death,
and the dark opened its mouth down there,
hungry for poverty.
Both are permanent visitors on 134th street,
the street of my childhood,
where I returned to after fifty years of straying.
Nothing has changed,
apart from the poverty
which became bigger and darker.
The orphanage is still in the same place
where I used to daydream of the outside world
for hours, days and months on an end I used to stand by the window,
shyly stealing smiles from other kids
who cheerfully jumped around their parents,
dreaming that someday I might hold a child by their hand,
and walk far away from the orphanage.
But that world,
the world I used to watch with so much desire
through the little hole of poverty,
became even colder, lonelier and darker than the orphanage to me.
Yes, Lord, I admit to this standing next to the old orphanage's window,
from my dear and sad sight of the world,
that I am coming home poorer and lonelier,
much sadder and poorer
than I was back in my childhood,
because back then I was rich with youth and hope,
and now I am so hopelessly old and lonely.
I am looking at my old orphanage,
and Patrick's reverberant voice crosses my mind,
Patrick who is long since reading his dear little poems
to angels in white heavenly fields.
When I used to stray the dark streets of the world,
the memory of his precious and clear eyes
was my lighthouse,
and now I am left without youth and friends,
hopelessly old and lonely,
in the company of crows, darkness and poverty.
While I am standing at my little sight of the world,
the wind is carrying around the cigarette ember
along the street of my childhood,
leaving behind a fiery trail for my poverty,
and the old orphanage window,
my small sight of the world,
is creaking like the bones of an old homeless man,
as if it arrived at its end too.
I wonder how many views that old window had provided,
and how many gazes and scorn it withstood?
My old window into the world squeaked again,
and now I know that it is time for me to venture into the dark,
to return into the world,
because my old window
is providing a new hope and new view of the world
to a new resident of the orphanage now.

poem by Walter William Safar
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Lighting a Memorial Candle for One of the Six Million

Even if I could light six million lights
I could not rekindle your light
And your’s was only one
Not one in a million
But one of six million
Snuffed out, blown out, crushed out
Lights

“Let there be light” and the world was full of light
And your light brought light to your world
Your home
Your family
Your street
Your town
Each year
Until the darkness came
And put out all the lights.

So now I stand
Match in hand
To light a light
Not your light for you
But your light for me
To brighten my world
My home
My family
My street
My town
Each year
Until the darkness is no more
And the world is full of light.

poem by Lewis Eron
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Alive Again

I'm all alone,
It's dark in here,
And for some reason,
I'm filled with fear,

All I remember,
Is walking 'cross the street,
And the bright headlights,
That knocked me off my feet,

I'm in so much pain,
I see a white light,
The light's so warm,
And so bright,

I start walking,
Towards the light,
But then I hear,
A familiar voice,

More start to join it,
They plead in my ears,
They tell me to stay,
With them now here,

I start to walk back,
The pain is intense,
But I don't want to leave,
I want to stay here,

I see someone now,
She holds out her hand,
I can't see her face,
But I do trust her,

I grab her hand,
She leads me away,
I see another light,
It's softer this time,

We stop at the light,
I want to walk through,
The bright light it beckons,
But I don't want to go,

She doesn't come with me,
But I see her face,
She's an old friend,
That died before me,

I tell her goodbye,
She smiles and waves,
I walk through the light,
And everything fades,

I open my eyes,
A friend's holding my hand,
They seem so relieved,
I'm alive again.

poem by Kelly Aragon
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On Rabbi Kook's Street

On Rabbi Kook's Street
I walk without this good man--
A streiml he wore for prayer
A silk top hat he wore to govern,
fly in the wind of the dead
above me, float on the water
of my dreams.

I come to the Street of Prophets--there are none.
And the Street of Ethiopians--there are a few. I'm
looking for a place for you to live after me
padding your solitary nest for you,
setting up the place of my pain with the sweat of my brow
examining the road on which you'll return
and the window of your room, the gaping wound,
between closed and opened, between light and dark.

There are smells of baking from inside the shanty,
there's a shop where they distribute Bibles free,
free, free. More than one prophet
has left this tangle of lanes
while everything topples above him and he becomes someone else.

On Rabbi Kook's street I walk
--your bed on my back like a cross--
though it's hard to believe
a woman's bed will become the symbol of a new religion.

poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Looking Dark

As the tree covered by his own bark,
The truest and invisible site of our character is 'dark'.
It also covers our life; more than light,
It remains with us even in bright; as shadow,
If it is not there than the life becomes a room without any door and window.
Born in dark, sleep in dark and
Death in dark; emotions also comes in dark......
That's true, we get the techniques to be sharp; only in dark.
What is dark?
It is the most hard mark of life,
Of its own type, and never get removed instead we sacrifice our life,
Because it is not worst or bad but it is the shed which always keep our self out from the worst,
Unless we become lost...
In this untidy world.
Dark has many kinds, it is what?
Answer revolves around the human's mind.
If it is dirty, on one could clean it.
Or if it is clean, everyone could seen; this dream.
Because when the dark becomes visible....
Than human its self got the power of double.....
So please try to see your own dark......

poem by Prateek Khard
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Dark Street

When will it stop raining? when will these dark clouds go?
Some days I get so low, but you turn me around, you turn me around
Wont you come down to my dark street, and shine a light
cause I need your sweet sunshine
Wont you come down to my dark street, and shine a light
cause I need your sweet sunshine
You take away my sadness and the pain inside my heart
Sometimes I fall apart, but you turn me around, you turn me around
Wont you come down to my dark street, and shine a light
cause I need your sweet sunshine
Wont you come down to my dark street, and shine a light
cause I need your sweet sunshine
Sunshine
Wont you come down to my dark street, and shine a light
cause I need your sweet sunshine
Wont you come down to my dark street, and shine a light
cause I need your sweet sunshine
Oh yeah, oh come on down, come on down
And never leave my sky again
Shine your love light, love light, love light, love light
Down on me, down on me

song performed by by Fastball
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At The Dark End Of The Street

(penn/moman)
(c) - (f) - (g)
(c) at the dark end (g) of the (c) street
Thats where we (g) always (c) meet
Hiding in shadows where we (f) dont be (c) long
Living in (f) darkness to (g) hide our (c) wrong
(f) you and (c) me at the (f) dark (g) end of the (c) street
(f) you and (c) me (f) (g) (c)
I know time is gonna take its toll
We have to pay for the love we stole
Its a sin and we know its wrong
But our love keeps coming on strong
Tonight well meet at the dark end of the street
You and me
Theyre gonna find us, oh, theyll find us
Theyre gonna find us, theyre gonna find us
Oooooh, some day
You and me at the dark end of the street
You and me
And when the daylight hour rolls around
And by chance were both downtown
If we should meet, just walk on by
Ooooh darling, please dont you cry
Tonight well meet at the dark end of the street
You and me

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Bus ride at night

At quarter to five
the driver refuses,
that I get on a bus
in Burnett street
because it is already full.

There are men, woman and children
and we talk various languages
while we wait for the bus
and I see a car guard
dancing in the street
while he does tricks like a clown.

We wait on the next bus
and the afternoon passes
and the bus is very late
and it stays away
and just Putco and North Star busses
stop at other places.

At dusk the bus appears
and it’s got a double deck,
but is also full
and on the top level the roof is so low
that I bump my head
while it draws from the curb.

There’s no place to sit down
before we travel halfway to the city
and there’s a crowd of people around me
and we sit tight against each other
and in the front a child is holding onto a bar
while she licks the window with her tongue
and try to draw spit lines.

The bus braids through cars,
but it takes longer than an hour
to ride two stages
and a woman calls her husband
to pick her up at church square.

In Visagie Street the cars stand in a traffic jam
and it becomes night
while we wait in the traffic
and I embark from the bus
and twist through the pedestrians
and everywhere there are people
that stand in dark corners
and alleyways
and shout at each other in foreign languages.

At Church square I see stars in the sky,
but uncle Paul looks friendly
while the lights
of a few cars passes by
and I see how his men
are protecting him
and there’s nobody else in the street
and I wonder what to do
if the last bus has already left.

I wait at night at a bus stop
and an old black man
comes and stand near me
and we are both glad,
to catch a ride
on the last bus.

The bus is lighted brightly
And it’s comfortable and hot inside
and I see the zoo passing by
just before the bus stops for me
and red lights
disappears in the distance
and the evening wind tugs at my jacket,
but my house is near.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Sweet Is The Night

When the day is done and theres nowhere to run
And the people of the city have all lost and won
In your city dress you stand and stare
And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair
And the light that shines
Paints a trace of sadness
On the street I wait
But I cant seem to get to you.
Well, you start to sway, check your cartier
cos its getting late, you cant afford to wait
So you move along where its going on
And the people of the night are playing till the dawn
And the sun that shines
Paints a trace of sadness
In your eyes that cry
Wishing and hoping
Oh...
Chorus:
Sweet, sweet is the night
Now you are near
Dark, dark were the days
They disappear
Sweet, sweet is the night
Now you are near.
Well you did your thing and you lost your wings
And you hurt so bad you lost everything
And the tears that fall on the city wall
Will fade away with the rays of morning light that shines
Paints a smile across your pretty face
I know
Everything is alright
Alright...
Repeat chorus

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Street of Sorrow

It's time to wake up, stand up in any given city
It seems the lights have all gone to bed
and the rain pours hard into my mind
and then it hits me
move so fast, rain drops pass
left standing dry with dread

Bury the story, suppress the sanity
Moving down the street of sorrow
No street lights, kick againt the stones
walking down the street of sorrow

Another given moment the cauldren boils
and then the slag begins to rise
The moulten Mass pours on bended knees
Impurities melt and burn away
Pray at last madness pass
There is always one who'll bleed

Bury the story, suppress the sanity
Moving down the street of sorrow
No street lights, kick againt the stones
walking down the street of sorrow

poem by Barbara Vanier
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Flophouse

you haven't lived
until you've been in a
flophouse
with nothing but one
light bulb
and 56 men
squeezed together
on cots
with everybody
snoring
at once
and some of those
snores
so
deep and
gross and
unbelievable-
dark
snotty
grosssubhuman
wheezings
from hell
itself.
your mind
almost breaks
under those
death-like
sounds
and the
intermingling
odors:
hard
unwashed socks
pissed and
shitted
underwear
and over it all
slowly circulating
air
much like that
emanating from
uncovered
garbage
cans.
and those
bodies
in the dark
fat and
thin
and
bent
some
legless
armless
some
mindless
and worst of
all:
the total
absence of
hope
it shrouds
them
covers them
totally.
it's not
bearable.
you get
up
go out
walk the
streets
up and
down
sidewalks
past buildings
around the
corner
and back
up
the samestreet
thinking
those men
were all
children
once
what has happened
to
them?
and what has
happened
to
me?
it's dark
and cold
out
here.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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Allies

I'm feeling good
The city is on
I'm feeling good
A rebel is born
Since the tired class isn't serious
We start laughing obvious
It feels so fine
When there is no doubt
It feels so fine
To emerge the sound
Since the hired mass is notorious
The tragedy it self is calling us
The big dog walks the street without his allies
And i don't let him go
The big dog lost the street and all his allies
And i want him to go
It's not enough
To stand in the dark
While they play off
In the crack of the door
Since corruption plays all tricks on you
You shouldn't go to far
Someone is watching you
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh you'll soon be mine
You'll soon be mine
The big dog walks the street without his allies
And i want him to go
The big dog lost the street and all his allies
And i want him to go
They cannot hide the signs
They cannot hide all signs
So come on and lets go

song performed by by Guano Apes
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In The Middle

Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle
In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle
In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
Use your eyes to look up
Use your ears to hear
Walk up to the corner when the coast is clear
And wait
And wait
Until you see the light turn green
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle
In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle
In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle
In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
Use your eyes to look up
Use your ears to hear
Walk up to the corner when the coast is clear
And wait
And wait
Until you see the light turn green
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle
In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block
Don't cross the street in the middle in the middle
In the middle in the middle in the middle of the block

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Downtown Train

(tom waits)
Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the night time mist
I climb through the window and down to the street
Im shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
Full of all them brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
You wave your hand and they scatter like crows
They have nothing thatll ever capture your heart
Theyre just thorns without the rose
Be careful of them in the dark
Oh if I was the one you chose to be your only one
Oh baby cant you hear me now, cant you hear me now
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
On a downtown train
I know your window and I know its late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
I stand by the light of the four way
And watch them as they fall, oh baby
They all having their heart attacks
They stay at the carnival
But theyll never win you back
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
You leave me lonely
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
Every night, every night its just the same
Will I see you tonight on a downtown train
All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train
On a downtown train
All my dreams fall like rain
On a downtown train

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Shine A Light In The Dark

Ive been lost before and I had to pay
It was never easy but I found a way
Well the journey was hard and the road was tough
There were times when I cried lord Ive had enough
Please dont desert me now
Dont you leave me stranded now I need a friend
Please dont desert me now
Youve gotta show me mercy when Im helpless
Show me mercy when Im helpless
Shine a light in the dark
Hold me back when I get reckless
Shine a light in the dark
Stand me up if I get legless
Shine a light in the dark
Shine a light in the dark
Shine a light in the dark
Ive been down and out and Ive been fit to drop
But the thought of you wouldnt let me stop
Now a man should stand upon his own two feet
Because the taste of failure is a bitter sweet
Please dont desert me now
I can hear the reaper calling in the wind
Please dont desert me now
Youve gotta show me mercy when Im helpless
Show me mercy when Im helpless
Shine a light in the dark
Hold me back when I get reckless
Shine a light in the dark
Stand me up if I get legless
Shine a light in the dark
Shine a light in the dark
Shine a light in the dark
Where were you when the chips were down
I fell apart when I hit the town
Where were you when I couldnt get arrested
Where were you when the lights went out
I blew a fuse, did you hear me shout
Where on earth do I look for heavens sake
Theres a brotherhood that I want to see
Gotta take my share of equality
Theres no harmony in a one man band
Even God almighty needs a helping hand
Please dont desert me now
Theres no time and I cant fight another day
Please dont desert me now
Youve gotta show me mercy when Im helpless
Show me mercy when Im helpless
Shine a light in the dark
Hold me back when I get reckless
Shine a light in the dark
Stand me up if I get legless
Shine a light in the dark
Shine a light in the dark
Shine a light in the dark
(repeat to fade)

song performed by by 10 Cc
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People On The Street

People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go
Walkin with the beat if its not too slow
Walkin with the beat if its not too slow
When the nights dark shadow falls
On the sidewalk scenes and the concrete canyon walls.
People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go.
Walkin through the night up and down the avenue
Lookin for a place,
A place to go,
A place to go.
Theres a muffled scream from the alley scene
From the alley scene comes a muffled scream
And the siren wails while the system fails
In the steaming heat people walk in the street
People cant run and hide
If you want to feel good then you gotta feel good inside.
People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go.
Rising through the grates come the fumes of industry
Floating to the sky
Keep walkin with the beat, walkin with the beat
Keep walkin with the beat, walkin with the beat
Keep walkin with the beat, walkin with the beat
When the nights dark shadow falls
On the sidewalk scenes and the concrete canyon walls.
People on the street need a place to go
People on the street need a place to go.

song performed by by Neil Young
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