0029 Monte Carlo
So this was it. I'd passed through years ago
as a hitch-hiker, spinning out our 25 pounds
max allowance, over three hot weeks of France
until I was sick of tough-skinned monster tomatoes
and baguettes without butter; as we made our sweaty way
to Monaco's, surprisingly, Communist youth hostel
beyond the gas works and the soccer ground,
around the path at the foot of the cliffs...no romance there.
But here I was, as a journalist, two nights in a hotel
of grand aspiration, where guests left empty
the spacious restaurant and its tasteless menu.
Monte Carlo out of season; shrunken to a provincial town;
the waves hitting hard and cold against its promenade.
Tired after a day of work, foot-hot amid white-gloved uniforms,
I felt I should squeeze something memorable from the single day
as the lights went on. Too travel-stained to enter the Casino,
placed where the pier would be in an English seaside town -
but I hovered. It was a stage set which had rashly intruded
into real, daily life; and waiting for a cast
rehearsing somewhere else. I made my way (the phrase
is singularly inadequate) back to the deserted hotel
where even the lights were sad and still.
In the deserted square outside the Casino,
a woman passed me, returning home, I guessed, from the Casino,
but hardly dressed for gambling's evening glamour;
a middle-to-ageing Englishwoman, from her walk. Her room,
I would think, would be small, high
on the steep hill of the working class. She visits
every day; for several evening hours
under the shaded table lights,
everything in the world is possible...The doorman
at the Casino only acknowledges her
out of season, when the locals and the regulars
are tolerated, with their modest bets;
almost seen as staff.
As she passed,
she placed some ticket in her purse -
one of those large purses (as the English call them)
almost hand-bag size; dark soft but rough material, it spoke
of 19th-century gentility in the dimly lit and empty square.
A large purse, waiting; filled with empty hope.
That was my Monte Carlo moment. From that capacious
but not, not stuffed-with-banknotes bag, reality and romance
hit me together, as if my brain had been
bludgeoned with the truth. Here in its lonely addiction
was the tawdry face of the Casino, denying all the myths,
the glamour, the stories, the accretions of second-hand
imaginations, the distant history that might have fired me
in some bygone age, of cigars and diamonds, furs and powdered
faces, champagne and caviar, marcelled hair, wild laughter, eager
for the glittering promise of the best of life; written up
by some envious, cheap journalist.
The square deserted, the smell of petrol lingered in the roses
in the warm, tired Mediterranean night. You, this way; I, that.
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The Casino
Casino is the place when one is robbed the other celebrates,
Money and money is seen everywhere,
Cards smoke and alcohol can be named casino,
Which is lightened everyday.
Is it like life?
One day we are also happy the other day gloominess surrounds us,
We are also running after money, same as casino,
Betrayal, deceive is what life nowadays is named,
Due to which no light is left.
But, the truth remains the same,
Like in casino, the owner, the creator never loses they always win.
poem by Sambidhan Acharya
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Casino Queen
Well the money's pouring down and the people all look down,
And it's floating out of town
I hit the second deck and I spend my paycheck,
And my wife that I just met, she's looking like a wreck
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
I always bet on black, blackjack,
I'll pay you back
The room fills with smoke and I'm already broke,
And the dealer keeps on joking as he takes my last token
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
song performed by by Wilco
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Casino Crown In Melbourne
Casino Crown in Melbourne
Those who are economical
and calculating with frugal lifestyles,
shouldn't enter Casino Crown's gambling world.
The colourful and dreamy atmosphere
will lure you to loosen your purse strings.
See the finance wizards wobble before the Poker Machines.
The misers too will be tempted to gamble on the horses.
Some rookies well-versed in rummy dared to rumble
with the machines and stare at the display of results.
Go to village cinema theatres there with your real partner.
If you visit this extraterrestrial abode with your fake love
to partake in these exciting games, not only your coffers
but your luscious partner too will be fleeing away from you.
Send the corrupt, the underworld goons and the smugglers
to Casino Crown for to be punished. They can eat yummy cakes,
sip tasty wines and play with machines
and go back to their countries in loin-clothes.
Nice guys shuffle the cards and the baffled men lose their bets.
The Pokies King will be in a daze if some wizards
who know the programmes loaded in these machines
come, play and loot the money in billions.
Fleeting money never returns.
O, you waiting for a cakewalk! Come out with the satisfaction
that you too gambled in Casino Crown,
the Heaven made marvelous skyscraper.
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Triple Diamonds
When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.
Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,
Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.
At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,
on that machine I prayed and I prayed,
for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.
Seconds later the machine did spit out,
all bright colors and noise really loud
making everyone in their chairs turn about.
I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,
see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.
That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,
getting it from the place that looks like a cage.
Now I wanted to take the next bus home,
and just leave Chucky all alone.
For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,
well I stayed I won more than alot.
I won back more money than Chucky won before,
but I wished it was all in one big fat score.
Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,
with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.
Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Triple Diamonds
When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.
Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,
Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.
At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,
on that machine I prayed and I prayed,
for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.
Seconds later the machine did spit out,
all bright colors and noise really loud
making everyone in their chairs turn about.
I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,
see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.
That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,
getting it from the place that looks like a cage.
Now I wanted to take the next bus home,
and just leave Chucky all alone.
For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,
well I stayed I won more than alot.
I won back more money than Chucky won before,
but I wished it was all in one big fat score.
Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,
with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.
Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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James & The Cold Gun
James, come on home.
Youve been gone too long, baby.
We cant let our hero
Die alone.
We miss you day and night.
You left town to live by the rifle.
You left us to fight,
But it just aint right to take away the light.
Remember genie from the casino?
Shes still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
Theyre only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where lies your heart?
Its not there in the buckskin, baby.
Its not there in the gin
That makes you laugh long and loud.
Youre a coward, james.
Youre running away from humanity.
Youre running away from reality.
It wont be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.
Remember genie from the casino?
Shes still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
Theyre only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
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Sandy
Bruce Springsteen)
Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoney faces left stranded on this warm July
own in town the circuit's full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiney,
so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers
on the
shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights, our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight, for I may never see you again
Hey, Sady girl, my baby
Now, the greasers, they tramp the streets or get busted for sleepin' on the
beach all
night
Them boys in their high heels, ah, Sandy, their skins are so white
And me, I just got tired of hangin' in them dust arcades, bangin' them
pleasure
machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they all promise
to unsnap
their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And it kept me spinnin' they didn't think I'd ever get off
Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights, our carnival life on the water
Runnin', laughin' underneath the boardwalk with the boss's daughter
I remember, Sandy girl, my baby
Sandy, the waitres I was seein' lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night, she said she won't set herself on fire for me
anymore
She worked the joint under the boardwalk
She was always the girl you saw boppin' down the beach with the radio
Kis say last night she was dressed like a star in one of the cheap little
seaside bars
And I saw her parked with her loverboy out on the Kokomo
Did you hear, the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes
better than
they do
For me, this boardwalk life's through, you ought to quit this scene, too
Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights, our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever
Oh, I mean it, Sandy girl
song performed by by Air Supply
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Cigarette Girl
“Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, ” I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it’s tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie’s songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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The Last Post
The bugler sent a call of high romance—
“Lights out! Lights out!” to the deserted square.
On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer,
“God, if it’s this for me next time in France…
O spare the phantom bugle as I lie
Dead in the gas and smoke and roar of guns,
Dead in a row with the other broken ones
Lying so stiff and still under the sky,
Jolly young Fusiliers too good to die.”
poem by Robert Graves
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Vibrating casino
Cash are over, We had lots of coin.
Parties are full of perverts, got gambling to join.
Beautiful blondes, give dash when we make a cash.
No wonder, no surprise, when we fight and smash.
Wealthy, worthy, would wish to dance on music of piano.
Oh come on, buddy, get your ticket to vibrating casino.
Hot beaches, no beloved we lastly went to Morocco.
Get glance, Show smart, Stop matching Soduko.
He Teddy, bro buddy, your deadlock seems really cool.
No dude, nothing nude, i promise you wont be fool.
Take tuxedo, be bond, not to worry about the killing tornado.
Get tickets, cool sic lets, Vegas incepted a brand new vibrating casino.
We just don't wanna be in Mauritius neither Rome.
Its time to visit Vegas, Are you coming or going home?
Oh, i slept last night, till this earth completed rotation
Red coins on hand, money all over with me making flotation.
Thy listen Marley, read Shakespeare, and watch Dany divido.
Come on, get up, let's be there, nowhere but in vibrating Casino.
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4th Of July, Asbury Park
Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over little eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded
On this fourth of july
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast
So shiny so sharp
And the wizards play down on pinball way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like latin
Lovers along the shore
Chasin' all them silly new york girls
Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us, the pier lights our carnival
Life forever
Love me tonight for i may never see you again, hey sandy girl
Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to
Sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels ah sandy their skins are so white
And me i just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them
Pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise
To unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that joey kept me spinnin' i didn't think i'd ever get off
Oh sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more sandy
Sandy the angels have lost their desire for us
I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't set
Themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from
Heaven on their harleys they come and they go
And you can see 'em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore
Bars parked making love with their babies out on the kokomo
Well the cops finally busted madame marie for tellin' fortunes better
Than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too
Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our
Carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and i promise i'll love you forever
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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A Gangster's Lament- Do whack a Do
Before I turn out the light,
Before the next nightmare begins,
I think of bones
The condition of my sins.
I see nightclubs where I've been,
Like sheep before I sleep,
Heists, hits, mayhem,
Kids and widows weep.
Wise guys gambling in the back,
Bodies in the trunk of a Cadillac.
My life is like a casino,
Where the wheel of fortune spins,
Odds stacked against me,
Only the casino wins.
Tomorrow I go to prison,
They say for the rest of my life,
I say till I find a crooked guard
Who can smuggle me a knife.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Cigarette Girl
"Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, " I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it's tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie's songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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The Goodbye Look
The surf was easy on the day I came to stay
On this quiet island in the bay
I remember a line of women all in white
The laughter and the steel bands at night
Now the americans are gone exept for two
The embassys been hard to reach
Theres been talk and lately a bit of action after dark
Behind the big casino on the beach
The rules are changed
Its not the same
Its all new players in a whole new ball game
Last night I dreamed of an old lover dressed in gray
Ive had this fever now since yesterday
Wake up darling theyre knocking the colonels standing in the sun
With his stupid face the glasses and the gun
I know what happens
I read the book
I believe I just got the goodbye look
Wont you pour me a cuban breeze gretchen
I know a fellow with a motor launch for hire
A skinny man with two-one shoes
Cause tonight theyre arranging a small reception just for me
Behind the big casino by the sea
I know what happens
I read the book
I believe I just got the goodbye look
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Sandy
Sandy
the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights
our carnival life forever
Oh
love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey
Sandy girl
my baby.
Sandy
the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoney faces
Left stranded on this warm July
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open
Like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score.
Sandy
the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights
our carnival life forever
Oh
love me tonight and I promise I'll love your forever
Oh
I mean it Sandy girl
oh my baby
Hey Sandy girl
my my my my baby.
Sandy
the waitress I was seein' lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night
she said
She won't set herself on fire for me anymore
Did you hear
the cops finally busted Madame Marie
For tellin' fortunes better than they do
For me
this boardwalk life's through
You ought to quit this scene too.
Sandy
the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights
our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey
Sandy girl
my my my baby
Hey Sandy girl
oh my baby
. . .
song performed by by Hollies
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Hotel 7 Up, 1971
In early seventies
at Trichur town
on Station road,
there was an restaurant
named ‘Hotel 7 UP'
whenever, I passed through,
I used to wonder at the
selection of the name ‘7 UP',
since, in those days no one knew
anything of Pepsi, Coca, Fanta or 7 UP
though in size, the hotel is small
it was enjoying good credentials
for appam, puttu, kadalai, & anda curry -
very special was its ‘light tea'
served in sparkling cup and saucers
slowly, I became an addict to its
‘light tea', and started visiting frequent.
in one go, I would order two cups
the owner, happily, presented me ‘7 Up key-chain'
Fashion Fabrics, Elite Fabrics - Casino, Peechi, Ollur tiles
Poorum grounds, circular roads, Town hall, zoological gardens
Chakkola group, football, coconutoil wholesale, puttanpalli'
Guruvayur, Kunnamkulam, Chavakkad were the popular -
landmarks
no other town has made such a lasting scar
in my memory lane, as Trichur did, being the
first place where I started my career,
in Oct,1971 as a Telephone Operator,
with a salary of Rs.110 p.m.
……….then started, a great journey, bitter and sweet,
a life-span is lost, still I am not matured……….
Louis Santhana
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Casablanca
Hiding in the shadows-
Are The Casino's
Painting a Neon Desert Sight
...In search of that
...Proverbial 'Pot O' Gold'
Come the rainbow seekers
Towards glittered lights.
It's a Gamblers Paradise,
...Money Throwers-
A Utopia for Risk takers -
With its cha-chinging -
...Background Ambience -
And the Corporate Money Makers! !
Casting a lure, into the bright lights -
...Where green paper
...Burns its holes
In the pockets of the slot addicted
The inner core of the Gamblers Soul!
Black Jack and Roulette -
...Craps, a roll of the dice -
...Place your bet on numbers
It's just a mild sort of vice...? ?
For, it is a fact of life -
That the House most always wins -
...Leaving some of the loosers -
...Bankrupt and in despair -
And The Casino Owners, With Big Grins!
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4th Of July Asbury Park
(springsteen)
Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight for i may never see you again
Hey sandy girl my baby
Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over little eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm july
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all those silly new york virgins by the score
Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and i promise i'll love you forever
Oh i mean it sandy girl oh my baby
Hey sandy girl my baby
Sandy the waitress i was seein' lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night she said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore
Did you hear the cops finally busted madame marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
For me this boardwalk life is through you ought to quit this scene too
Chorus
Hey sandy girl oh my baby
Hey sandy girl my baby
song performed by by Hollies
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The Downtown Lights
Sometimes I walk away
When all I really wanna do
Is love and hold you right
There is just one thing I can say
It's all right, can't you see
The downtown lights
In love we're all the same
We're walking down an empty street
And with nobody callin' your name
Empty streets, empty nights
The downtown lights
*How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know it's true
Can't you see
Nobody loves you this way
It's all right
Tonight and every night
Let's go walking down the city streets
Let's walk in the cool evening light
Wrong or right, the endless sight
The downtown lights
It will be all right
It will be all right
The downtown lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(*Repeat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Downtown lights
The neons and the cigarettes
The rented rooms and rented cars
The crowded streets, the empty bars
Chimneytops, trumpets
The golden lights, the loving prayers
Colored shoes, the empty trains
I'm tired of cryin' on the stairs
Downtown lights
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Heartbreak Hill
(emmylou harris/paul kennerley)
Long long time ago when we were young
You swore to me I would be the one
I would be the one you loved
But we had to part
You asked me to wait for you
To keep you in my heart
To keep you in my heart
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
Now maybe I am the foolish kind to think of you so long
Have you found another love
Am I still the one
Am I still the one for you
But youre far away
Do you ever dream of coming back to me someday
Back to me someday
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
On heartbreak hill alone at night
I think of how you held me tight
And wonder if I ever will see you again
On heartbreak hill
Oh lord if I only could go back in time enough
Id hold you in my arms again
Never let you go
Never let you go my love
And leave me far behind
High upon this lonely hill were you swore to be mine
You swore to be mine
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
Here on heartbreak hill
Here on heartbreak hill
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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