Bone To Bone (Coney Island White Fish Boy)
Aerosmith
Bone To Bone
underground DMT ridin' thunder train
the coney island whitefish boy is on the run again
ooh, runnin' with the pack
ooh, and never lookin' back
ooh, and knows just where he's been
that coney island whitefish boy's been there and back again
sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
and at steeplechase she used to wet his dreams
she combs her hair, that flaming jewel, streaked with clorox bleach
coney gettin' down and dirty, snortin' up the beach
she'd be screamin' coney
she'd be dreamin' coney
go get 'em coney
coney
bone to bone screamin' coney
she'd be screamin' coney
get back in town
get back, get down
get back, get down
get back in town
coney
she'd be screamin' coney
best believin' coney
she stood up and walked away
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Bone To Bone
Flatbush boy cruisin' sheepshead bay
His boardwalk mama just a sniff away
Underground dmt, ridin' thunder train
The cone island white fish boy is on the run again
Oh, runnin' with the pack
Oh, never lookin' back
Oh, know just where he's been
That coney island white fish boy's
Been there and back again
Sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
And at steeplechase, she used to wet his dreams
She combs her hair, that flamin' jewel
Streaked with clorox bleach
Coney gettin' down and dirty
Snortin' up the beach
She'd be screamin' (coney)
She'd be screamin' (coney)
Go get 'em coney
(coney), bone to bone screamin'
(coney) she be screamin' (coney)
Get down
Get back in town
Get back, get down
Get back in town
Get back, get down
Coney!
She'd be screamin' (coney)
Best believe it (coney)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Coney Island Steeplechase
Would you like to go on the Coney Island Steeple
Go and have a good time
We'll take the subway right down to King's Highway
Gonna have a good time
If it's all right it would be so nice
If you come and go with me
The roller-coaster you and me
Just try
Would you like to go on the Coney Island Steeple
Go and have a good time
Like a sister and brother we'll cling to each other
When they find out their parents aren't there
Oh it'd be so nice
Like choco with ice
Oh if you come and go with me
How nice it would be
Don't be so shy
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Maybe not Friday
Saturday, Sunday
Coney Island, Coney Island, Coney Island
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Coney Island
Coming down from downpatrick
Stopping off at st. johns point
Out all day birdwatching
And the craic was good
Stopped off at strangford lough
Early in the morning
Drove through shrigley taking pictures
And on to killyleagh
Stopped off for sunday papers at the
Lecale district, just before coney island
On and on, over the hill to ardglass
In the jamjar, autumn sunshine, magnificent
And all shining through
Stop off at ardglass for a couple of jars of
Mussels and some potted herrings in case
We get famished before dinner
On and on, over the hill and the craic is good
Heading towards coney island
I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes
Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine
And all the time going to coney island Im thinking,
Wouldnt it be great if it was like this all the time.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I would love to be the poet laureate of Coney Island.
quote by Thornton Wilder
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Coney Island Baby
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said he was mean and cruel, but you know
Wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
So I say Im playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless youre gonna fall
Then youre gone to die
And the straightest dude
I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach
When youre all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
Its been up for sale
And you begin to think bout
All the things that youve done
And you begin to hate
Just bout everything
But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the -
- glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through
And all your two-bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
Theyre talking behind your back saying, man
Youre never going to be no human being
And you start thinking again
bout all those things that youve done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things you made every different scene
Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the -
- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(Im a coney island baby, now)
Id like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, Id swear, Id give the whole thing up for you
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Woodman And The Money Hunter
Throughout our rambles much we find;
The bee trees burst with honey;
Wild birds we tame of every kind,
At once they seem to be resign'd;
I know but one that lags behind,
There's nothing lags but money.
The woods afford us much supply,
The opossum, coon, and coney;
They all are tame and venture nigh,
Regardless of the public eye,
I know but one among them shy,
There's nothing shy but money.
And she lies in the bankrupt shade;
The cunning fox is funny;
When thus the public debts are paid,
Deceitful cash is not afraid,
Where funds are hid for private trade,
There's nothing paid but money.
Then let us roam the woods along,
And drive the coon and coney;
Our lead is good, our powder strong,
To shoot the pigeons as they throng,
But sing no more the idle song,
Nor prowl the chase for money.
poem by George Moses Horton
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Oh Oh I Love Her So
I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine
So we took the car downtown
The kids were hanging out all around
Then we went down to Coney Island
On the coaster and around again
And no one's gonna ever tear us apart
Cause she's my sweetheart
All right
song performed by by Ramones from Leave Home
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Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
at the turn of the century
my father ran into my mother
on a fun-ride at Coney Island
having spied each other eating
in a French boardinghouse nearby
And having decided right there and then
that she was right for him entirely
he followed her into
the playland of that evening
where the headlong meeting
of their ephemeral flesh on wheels
hurtled them forever together
And I now in the back seat
of their eternity
reaching out to embrace them
poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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Slip Away
Oogie waits for just another day
Drags his bones
To see the yankees play
Bones boy talks and flickers gray
Oh, they slip away
Once a time
They nearly might have been
Bones and oogie on a silver screen
No one knew what they could do
Except for me and you
They slip away
They slip away
Dont forget
To keep your head warm
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
Watching all the world
And war torn
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Sailing over
Coney island
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
We were dumb
But you were fun, boy
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Oogie knew theres never ever time
Some of us will always stay behind
Down in space its always 1982
The joke we always knew
Oo-oo
Whatsa matter with you
Cmon, lets go
Slip away
Oo-o
Dont forget
To keep your head warm
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
Watching all the world
And war torn
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Sailing over
Coney island
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
We were dumb
But you were fun, boy
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Sailing
song performed by by David Bowie
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Kidnap Poem
ever been kidnapped
by a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to com[lement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in red Black green
show you off
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you
poem by Gabriella Maben
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kidnap Poem
ever been kidnapped
by a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just to my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to complement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in the red BLACK green
show you off o mama
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you
poem by Mariena Soares
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Upstairs In My House
No one knows what I can see and and what I see it pleases me on my roof
South pacific hot sea pool, coney island amusement school for mispent youth
Its all in my own front yard, seagulls grazing in the park and foreshore
South-east wind pins back my ears, luna park lights up the years of painless days
I like it, upstairs in my house
Dealers selling junk and trash, people spend their hard earned cash on sundays
Its quiet when they fade away, westgate bridge breakes up the day, into red sky
I like it, upstairs in my house, upstairs in my house
No one knows what I can see and what I see it pleases me on my roof
I like it, upstairs in my house, upstairs in my house
song performed by by Men At Work
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Oh, For a Bowl of Fat Canary
Oh, for a bowl of fat Canary,
Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry,
Some nectar else, from Juno's dairy;
Oh, these draughts would make us merry!
Oh, for a wench (I deal in faces,
And in other daintier things);
Tickled am I with her embraces,
Fine dancing in such fairy rings.
Oh, for a plump fat leg of mutton,
Veal, lamb, capon, pig, and coney;
None is happy but a glutton,
None an ass but who want money.
Wines indeed and girls are good,
But brave victuals feast the blood;
For wenches, wine, and lusty cheer,
Jove would leap down to surfeit here.
Red Dragon Tattoo
Monday gonna take a ride on
The n train down to coney island
With the money I saved
Gonna get me engraved
Drink down a lot of basil hayden
Get kicked out when I cant see straight and
What an island can be on
Under the neon
Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
I hear the man say you want to see the others
A mermaid and a heart that says mother
But I dont know from maritime
And I never did hard time
I brought a .38 special cd collection
Some bactine to prevent infection
And in case I get queasy
A photo of easy rider
Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
Will you stop pretending Ive never been born
Now I look a little more like that guy from korn
If you came a little bit closer
Youd see it isnt painted on
Oh no no no
Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Another Life 6
“Then there was another Fetish
who lived in the old Lido Hotel.
He had a scar from the side of his mouth
to the tip of his ear, with chains in his room.”
“Ain’t that always the way, ” said Candy.
“What’s that mean? ” I asked
Not responding, either one, Frances continued,
“I was young and didn’t know
he was a Fetish
till I gave him the blow job.
At the time I slept in an empty building
but didn’t like that, so when be said
he’d take me to the Lido Hotel
I expected something wonderful
but the Fetish smell only made nightmares.
He drew everything out of me
with his strange laugh
like a fake Coney Island clown.”
Candy said, “Bernstein, bring over the food.”
I spread it on the bed.
Frances ate her sandwich quickly,
then gobbled a Danish.
saying, “I like good food, especially cake
that’s why I’m round.”
And then they stared at each other
quiet, content, the seeing enough
dreams reflected
back and forth, the past also
there
impossible to drift far from
one foster home to another
where Candy had spent her youth
cast away
my arms a shelter
of sorts
but not the final home.
Frances talking fast now,
“When I did the blow job
I threw up.
I was very much disappointed.”
“There’s always that, ” said Candy softly.
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Edisoned [1920 slang]
Just when I thought today
Was beginning to become a frog's eyebrows
Preceding the gansters episode
Surviving the Chicago lightning
And getting out of that dump
It bacame a Chinese angle
When hearing 'Grab a little air'
I get sapped with some nutcrackers
Then a couple of bean shooters
Are forced to my head
I then find myself in a pair of nippers
I've been pinched
I am sent over to the club house
I made [Kevin] a git-box player
With his mouthpiece
Aiding him to dust out
Must have been playing his git-box
At one of those beer flats
Places where he can play to make spinach to live
I also made this ladyleggar [Michelle]
With a couple of oyster fruit strands around her neck
Possibly paying off protection money
To keep the heat away from her establishment
It appears these flatties sure enjoy
Shaking down these joints
I pipe a couple of flappers in silk stockings
I pipe one of their slips was revealing
Want to tell her
'Hey it's snowing down south'
I couldn't, I'm too far away
While leading me down the halls
The flattie informs me
That they have the goods on me
I should get on the blower
And call a good lip
He leads me to the Coney Island
I know I'll be edisoned
Few moments later they give me the third
If I don't sing they'll give me chin music
Each time there were two gumshoes respectivly
While in the Coney Island
The first two were [Matt] and [Tony]
Then [Rick] and [Mike]
The third set of gumshoes were [Pete] and [Drew]
Each of this six seems to be father time
Each one informs me I'll be heading to the big house
There's a call copper, who says
I was one one of the hoods
That came out of this jitney
And enter that dump where they spotted the goods
They lead me to a holding cell
Before they start tightening the screws
'The quicker you sing who's you're working for'
'The quicker we'll get a croaker for that Harlem sunset'
'We'll get the meat wagon for you'
As they lead me to the cell
I see in one cell a half cut
In another a John D
Couple of other cells were occupied by slimps I recognize
They'll hype you when you're not paying attention
The one next to me
I could tell has another tray of pork chops
After a chime or two I'm back in the Coney Island
I wonder what kind of rap They'll have me on
They tell me I better be a pigeon
Then it'll be a breeze
To blouse out of this dingus
The second set of gumshoes ankles in
One of them takes out their hope chest
Then hands the other a gasper
Then takes one out for himself
He lights them both
Before either one says anything to me
Usually I could cut myself a piece of cake
But with this Harlem sunset I have
I can't do it any longer
Suddenly one of them informs me
There were hot ice in the dump I came out of
He believes I was fencing them
And that I was one of those gansters
Who was pumping metal at them
He was telling me no more bunk
The third set of gumshoes relieves the second
One opens the icebox pulls out two pops
The label is fimiliar on both bottles
They were [Cooper's Cave Soda Company]
He hands the other one
Then pops off the top of his
Takes a snort from it
The other does the same to his bottle
One tells me he doesn't want to hear
'Don't know from nothing'
He doesn't want me to give them the runaround
I'll say the same to these gumshoes
The same thing I said to the goons at that dump
'You're tooting the wrong ringer'
The other says
'We think you know more than we originally thought'
The other replies 'And how'
They tell me I'll be getting more than a three spot
They have the goods to get me convicted
One tells the other
'The screws are going to love this fish in the pen'
Then the other reply
'They're going enjoy putting him the bing'
I know I don't deserve this bit
Then one tells me that he didn't peg me as a stupe
Then this broosky with a pencin thin mustache on his puss enters
He had these kippy dog kettles upon his dogs
He tells them both not to get in a lather
He must be the high pillow
They refer to him as [TR]
He tells the high pillow to get a slant of the hot ice
He gloms through them
He then says
'I have newshawks wanting the lowdown on this'
He then asks
'So what's this gink's monicker'
'Was he packing heat? '
They tell him my name
And informs him I wasn't packing
Then the high pillow informs the others
'He's a patsy, It's a frame'
'He's on the up and up, they're ringers'
He turns to me and says
'You can dust out of here'
I dust out
While ankling the street
I ponder if there'll be another Chinese angle some time today
I also ponder if I'm bait for these flatties
I'm now late to a get together
With couple of bun dusters [Troy] and [David]
poem by R.K. Cowles
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Manhattan
Summer journeys to niagra
And to other places aggra-
Vate all our cares.
Well save our fares!
Ive a cozy little flat in
What is known as old manhattan
Well settle down
Right here in town!
Well have manhattan
The bronx and staten
Island too.
Its lovely going through
The zoo!
Its very fancy
On old delancy
Street you know.
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street
Compares with mott street
In july?
Sweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by.
The great big citys a wonderous toy
Just made for a girl and boy.
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
Well go to yonkers
Where true love conquers
In the whiles
And starve together dear, in chiles
Well go to coney
And eat baloney on a roll
In central park well stroll
Where our first kiss we stole
Soul to soul
And my fair lady is a terrific show they say
We both may see it close, some day
The citys glamour can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
Transcribed by todd peach
(from this specific recording)
Guy from bath england sent me this more complete version:
Verse
Summer journeys to niagra
And to other places aggra-
Vate all our cares.
Well save our fares;
Ive a cozy little flat in
What is known as old manhattan,
Well settle down
Right here in town.
Chorus 1
Well have manhattan,
The bronx and staten
Island too.
Its lovely going through the zoo.
Its very fancy
On old delancey
Street you know.
The subway charms us so,
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street
Compares with mott street
In july?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big citys a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Chorus 2
Well go to greenwich,
Where modern men itch
To be free,
And bowling green youll see with me.
Well bathe at brighton,
The fish youll frighten
When youre in,
Your bathing suit so thin
Will make the shellfish grin,
Fin to fin.
Id like to take a
Sail on jamaica
Bay with you,
And fair canarsies lakes well view.
The citys bustle cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Chorus 3
Well go to yonkers,
Where true love conquers
In the wilds
And starve together, dear, in childs.
Well go to coney
And eat bologny
On a roll,
In central park well stroll
Where our first kiss we stole,
Soul to soul.
And south pacific
Is a terrific
Show they say,
We both may see it close some day.
The citys clamour can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
Chorus 4
Well have manhattan,
The bronx and staten
Island too,
Well try to cross fifth avenue.
As black as onyx
Well find the bronix
Park express,
Our flatbush flat, I guess,
Will be a great success,
More or less.
A short vacation
On inspiration
Point well spend,
And in the station house well end.
But civic virtue cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy --
Well turn manhattan
Into an isle of joy!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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In Countless Droves
On July 4th
we walked to the liquor store
on Surf Avenue
in Coney Island
“What’s a good Scotch? ” I asked.
“Dewer’s White Label, ”
said the guy behind the counter.
“That’s what Alvin Goldfarb
used to drink, ” said Melvin Hopp,
“before he passed
had a twisted mind
seen him gobble a waterbug once
just to impress Ellen Cleary.”
“Was she impressed? ” I asked Melvin.
“Yeah.
Who wouldn’t be
if a guy ate a waterbug
in your honor
then said
it tasted like applesauce.”
“Used to be a fella worked here, ” I said,
“but I can’t remember
his name
left ear was like
bitten off, said
a lion done it, but I think
he was telling a story.”
“Sid Baumgerten, ” said the guy
behind the counter.
“Right.”
“He works here in the morning.”
“What about his friend
he was with all the time
they used eat dinner
in Meng’s
and the man always
poured half a pint of Gin
into his ginger ale.”
“You mean Roy Braine? ”
“Right, right.”
“Dead.”
“No, ” I said,
“and just the other day
I found out
Fannie Shepherd went
and Frank Dorr and Bill Walker
last week it was Jim Rogers,
Alice Foster, and Tom Wiley.
What’s going on?
the whole world’s dying.”
“Got to be, ” said Melvin Hopp,
“to make room.”
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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A Momentary Longing To Hear Sad Advice From One Long Dead
Who was my teacher at Harvard. Did not wear overcoat
Saying to me as we walked across the Yard
Cold brittle autumn is you should be wearing overcoat. I said
You are not wearing overcoat. He said,
You should do as I say not do as I do.
Just how American it was and how late Forties it was
Delmore, but not I, was probably aware. He quoted Finnegans Wake to me
In his New York apartment sitting on chair
Table directly in front of him. There did he write? I am wondering.
Look at this photograph said of his mother and father.
Coney Island. Do they look happy? He couldn't figure it out.
Believed Pogo to be at the limits of our culture.
Pogo. Walt Kelly must have read Joyce Delmore said.
Why don't you ask him?
Why don't you ask Walt Kelly if he read Finnegans Wake or not.
Your parents don't look happy but it is just a photograph.
Maybe they felt awkward posing for photographs.
Maybe it is just a bad photograph. Delmore is not listening
I want to hear him tell me something sad but however true.
Delmore in his tomb is sitting. People say yes everyone is dying
But here read this happy book on the subject. Not Delmore. Not that rueful man.
poem by Kenneth Koch
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New York City
You called me last night on the telephone
And I was glad to hear from you cause I was all alone
You said, its snowing, its snowing! god, I hate this weather.
Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back together
We met in the springtime at a rock-and-roll show
It was on the bowery when it was time to go
We kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
I held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life.
cause everyones your friend in new york city
And everything looks beautiful when youre young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and theres just so much to see
But the best thing about new york city is you and me
Statue of liberty, staten island ferry, co-op city, katzs and tiffanys*
Central park, brooklyn bridge, the empire state where dylan lived**
Coney island and times square, rockefeller center
Wish I was there
You wrote me a letter just the other day
Said, springtime is coming soon so why dont you come to stay.
I packed my stuff, got on the bus, I cant believe its true
Im three days from new york city and Im three days from you
cause everyones my friend in new york city
And everything looks beautiful when youre young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and theres just so much to see
But the best thing about new york city is you and me
cause everyones my friend in new york city
And everything looks beautiful when youre young and pretty
The streets are paved with diamonds and theres just so much to see
But the best thing about new york city is you and me.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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