Everything Is Beautiful and Cool On a Friday Night
If you see me roaming Woodward Avenue
Down by the Majestic Theater,
I’ll be humming a song and digging the homeless,
Taking in the delicious aroma of pizza
Baking in the storefront,
Gazing at the young women and men
Drinking beer at outdoor tables
As conversations filter from the bowling alley.
I’ll laugh my ass off if a fight breaks out,
Everything is beautiful and cool on a Friday night,
Even the paramedics and cops smile
As their sirens wail and flash,
An old man takes his cane and smacks another
And it is all divine hi jinks
That a fun-loving God condones.
This city has been in decline for some time,
Dirty buildings and streets that often seem
Like a lonely ghost town,
But I can find just enough life around the corner
From the college to make it all sparkle
With the excitement of music and poetry
Interwoven with the inexhaustive heartbeats of desire.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Heart Of A City
In this city excitement happens everyday,
No two days play out the same,
For the nightlife is cool to the extreme,
Where sometimes gangs play their games,
But most people just congregate in the city's bars,
As they listen to jazz, rock and all kinds of music,
For this is the heart of a city,
And car follows car: sometimes picking up hookers,
Yet usually on their way to the colourful nightlife,
To chat, laugh and dance throughout the night,
And sometimes - yes - there are fights,
But whatever goes on, no one seems to care,
Gangs of girls tottering on their high heels,
And young men drinking beer from cans,
And this is paradise, this is life,
And the city buzzes with people,
All searching for inner truth,
Trying to find somewhere to replace their stolen youth,
But soon the night will turn to morning,
And a vibrant new day will begin,
Lovers untangling themselves in their bedroom sheets,
To shower and drink coffee and orange juice,
Slowly waking from last night's alcoholic spell.
poem by by unknown author
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Night Song
Listen
The city is singin' its night song
A city of shadows and fading starlight
Mixed with bar light
Listen
The empty streets echo the right song
A melody I used to think was only for the
Lonely
Night song
I hear you
Now as the night disappears
But this time
Your blues
Is music to my ears
The rumble of the train
The rustle of the wind
The rhythm of the footsteps
The blarin' of a horn
The murmur of a voice
The echo of a siren
Night song!
You used to find me cryin' in my beer
Now you remind me tomorrow she'll be here
She'll be here!
Oh, night song
You sing of a train from New Orleans
And deep in the music I hear her hummin'
Now she's coming home!
The city is singin' its night song
Listen
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Paradise Alley
Come on in, have a look around
Hang your hat and find a chair
The pretty women smile at you
The partys just beginning
Theres music everywhere
Paradise alley
Paradise alley
Paradise alley
Brothers got to stick together here
Fight with one, you fight with three
The family blood is thick as mud
Day to day the world keeps spinning
Paradise alley
Paradise alley
Paradise alley
It reminds you of who you used to be
And who you are, and who youll always be
It finds you in pursuit of dreams
And hopeless schemes
Life is richer than it seems
Nothing like being in a womans arms
The one you love, the one you want
Theres one small problem, who can she be
I feel like winning her in paradise alley
Paradise alley
Paradise alley
Im gonna take you there
Paradise alley
Paradise alley
Im gonna take you there
Take you to the paradise
song performed by by Chicago
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8th Avenue Shuffle
Patrick simmons
Hey, hey, honey, whats on your mind
Well, you said that sleepin with a poor bands not your style
Aint that just a little unkind
Hey, marlon brando, what would you do in a spot like this
I dont play as your pawn tonight
Doin the new york hustle with a hundred dollar miss
Summer night in the city
New york girls they always make you feel so fine
Theres music, and I can always hear it playin
New york nights and theres music in the streets
A doin the eighth avenue shuffle on a friday afternoon
With the hum of a thousand engines
Singin that old familiar tune
And now yakety yak and dont talk back
When a guy lay me down with my pontiac
Tell those high school queens of mine that the
Prom was for your monkey shine
Try n a catch a cab in new york city
New york girls are oh, so pretty
Try n a catch a cab in new york city
New york girls make you feel so fine
Try n a catch a cab in new york city
New york girls are oh, so pretty
Try n a catch a cab in new york city
Music in the streets
Another night, another town
Im out on the road and thers no one around
And its rainin, yeah, its rainin
Silence is all around
Its cold and lonely, oh darlin, if only I could feel it
Oh, can you feel it
Eighth avenue shuffle on a friday afternoon
With the hum of a thousand engines
Singin that old familiar tune
Hey, marlon brando, do you agree it feels so fine
Doin the new york hustle
These girls are doin the monkey shine
Summer night in the city
New york girls they always make you feel so fine
Theres music, and I can always hear it playin
New york nights and theres music in the streets
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Friday Night
Price/price
Well i was driving in my car
With fourteen women after me
Down fifth avenue
A friday night it just to be
She was standing on the corner
Thumbing a ride
I said,: hop in baby
Scoot closer by my side
Honey let's go riding you look so exciting
Where have you been hiding?
Chorus
Friday night, feeling right
Friday night, out of sight
Friday night, friday night
There's no telling what you'll find
Cruising on a friday night
She didn't say a word
She just kept those big blue eyes on me
I wondered what she could be thinkin'
As she put her little hand on my knee
I took another sip of malted brew
And then i looked in her eyes
And as i sank into her bbaby blues
I thought my oh my
There's no use in fighting you look so exciting
Where have you been hiding girl?
Chorus
Cruising on a friday night
Cruising on a friday night
Cruising on a friday night
Cruising on a friday night
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Dirty Women
The neon lights are shining on me again
I walk the lonely streets in search of a friend
I need a lady to help me to get through the night
If I could find one then everything would be alright
The sleepy city is dreaming the nigh time away
Out on the street I watch tomorrow becoming today
I see a man,hes got take away women for sale
Yes for sale
Guess thats the answer
cos take away women dont fail...
Oh dirty women,they dont mess around
Oh dirty women,they dont mess around
Youve got me coming
Youve got me going around
Oh dirty women,
They dont mess around
Walking the streets I wonder will it ever happen
Gotta be good then everyting will be o.k.
If I could score tonight then I will end up happy
A woman for sale is gonna help me save my day...
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Tenth Avenue Freeze-out
Tear drops on the city
Bad scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty
And you cant find the room to move
Well everybody better move over, thats all
Im running on the bad side
And I got my back to the wall
Tenth avenue freeze-out, tenth avenue freeze-out
Im stranded in the jungle
Taking all the heat they was giving
The night is dark but the sidewalks bright
And lined with the light of the living
From a tenement window a transistor blasts
Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast
She hit me with a tenth avenue freeze-out
Tenth avenue freeze-out
And Im all alone, Im all alone
And kid you better get the picture
And Im on my own, Im on my own
And I cant go home
When the change was made uptown
And the big man joined the band
From the coastline to the city
All the little pretties raise their hands
Im gonna sit back right easy and laugh
When scooter and the big man bust this city in half
With a tenth avenue freeze-out, tenth avenue freeze-out
Tenth avenue freeze-out...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Paris,1912
I was born a hundred years ago;
Made it to the Mecca of art
For art's sake;
Picasso's circle constituted by poets,
Mainly;
Gathered in outdoor cafes
We came up with modernism
By slamming the door on the old
And inviting in the new:
'If the artist says it's art,
Then it's art.'
(I look at the streets now,
A hundred years later,
And am griefstricken how
The gasoline engine has
Singlehandedly reduced
The role of poetry in young lives;
I am so sorry I thing rap music is neither
Poetry nor music;
Crude braggadocio has plowed into
Inspiration; motorcycles, riding lawnmowers really,
Tear up the streets, noise-pollute as if it
Did not
matter: motorcyclists read this:
respect a little others, or go burst
into a bucket of bolts at 85 mph.)
Dada was the first idea
Of the Punk movement,
Take my word for it;
They respected nothing old,
And tus became something valid.
Surrealism is the bright yellow bulb
Springing from a masked face;
It again is time.
We need warriors in poetry:
Men & women with staunch
Desire to change the climate of the world itself.
Turn into pinwheel galaxies
Of thought and desire.
It is indeed our inborn right
To embrace ire...
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Umina Bowling Club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub.
Behind the bar you’ll find our Suzy, Linda and Michelle
When you come in you’ll get a welcome and a smile as well
And if the mood should ever take you to the pokie room
There’s all the games that might just make your fortune very soon.
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub
On Thursday nights the club is packed when bingo starts at four
And Friday concerts – there’s no extra charges at the door
Our raffles too, they need an extra special mention
Its your happiness that’s our intention.
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub.
Now, when leaving, should you think you’re over the limit
We’ve got a bus that takes you home – no paying for a ticket
So if you’re young or if you’re old or somewhere in between
Just come along, join up with us and find out what we mean.
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than bowling right up to the friendly bowling club
There’s nothing that’s finer when you are in Umina
Than dropping in for just a drink or some good grub.
poem by David Keig
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Some Bridges
Every day I walk out in this torn up world
And I fight to survive
Im laughing when I make it to the saturday
And Im alive
Carrying your smile with me
Carrying your smile with me
Everywhere I look I see this world slippin down
That low road, day by day
And I just go on working for the things I need
And making my own way
Carrying your smile with me, oh yea
Carrying your smile with me
Take a walk on the troubled side of this old town
Take a walk on the broken streets and the buildings falling down
Look at all these kids with nothing but trouble in their eyes
Trouble in their future, trouble in their lives
Some bridges are falling down
Some bridges are still around
Take a walk on the shaded uptown avenue
Some people are doing well no matter how they do
And I know theres more to life than what you own
But I see so many good things, things Ive never known
Some bridges are falling down
Some bridges are still around
Every night I listen to the sound of the street
Lying in my bed
I love to see the dreams that are dancing there
In the light above your head
And sometimes I get so weary
And when hope is caving in
You fill me with your love and your laughter, baby
Until I get back up again
Carrying your smile with me
(take a walk on the streets of this divided town)
Carrying your smile with me
(take a walk on the smoking edge of the battleground)
Carrying your smile with me
(take a look at the situation, the poverty and the desperation)
(take the time for the realization)
Everyday Im carrying your smile with me
(take a walk in the daylight)
Carrying your smile with me
(some bridges are falling down)
Carrying your smile with me
(some bridges are still around)
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Kids In America (The Matanza Mix)
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I can fell the heat
But it's shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing
Chorus :
We're the kids in America (x 2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on your watch
Not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory
Chorus
Come closer, honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh don't try to stop baby
Hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside Sububia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go baby
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming I warn you
Chorus
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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State Street
Crowded streets, people everywhere
shops lining both sides of the street
a little of everything, local and overseas
dress, shoes, bikes, clothing, a store for everyone
restaurants of all kind
Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, India, French, Italian
food for everyone
the shopping mecca for Madison
the landscape so beautiful
the outdoor tables, full of talkers and laptops
sipping on all flavors of coffees
so many people of all ages come
musicians playing every corner
the sounds so breathe taking
the bars of all flavors of beer
places for friends and family to meet
a day on state street is a marvelous time
tasting the different foods, enjoying the drinks
talking the chat, laughing along the way
an experience everyone should take
a enjoyable day, the price worth the pay
Madison a special blend of life
it's a culture of it own
opened minded and free to roam
State Street the heart of City
poem by Michael Peterson
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Compress A Hundred Orgasms
Loud rock music in the midnight steamy air,
Beer bottles and lust in the city,
Girls dance on barroom tables
And sway sweetly beneath streetlights;
Everyone is intoxicated with joy and desire,
Trying to live a thousand dreams in a single night,
Trying to compress a hundred orgasms
Into the excitement of a few happy movements of breath.
More often than not, we get the straightjacket life,
Insults and painful insinuations, the cutting knife,
The gloomy responsibilities of adulthood
That rot the soul, but what a lovely smile
In the brief hour of pleasure that causes the world
To temporarily disappear with her shrill cruel voice.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Real state
Sally getting drunk at the bowling alley then arriving at the casino passed out, can barely stand 5 dollar bets arm in arm between two people blindly pushing buttons, eats shit once I fell so she wouldn't be on the ground alone, pappy with the pinched neck, Jude, Julia, Whitney, Mustang Sally, she had two bloody marries pitcher of beer and pizza at the bowling alley, I stole bowling shoes, snaked peoples turns threw all gutters, Sally drinks 4 or 5 shots barely standing call… tells about her dad friend who everyone calls HB for Hardly Breathing... she chokes me in an elevator, bleeds from her head... all the losers crane after the drunken girl stuck like the middle reel on a money machine...
poem by Jerome Moore
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Poetry To Me
What is poetry to me- it is words of beauty-words of life
Words of love, pain and sacrifice.
Words of showing and growing and needing and feeding
Words of hope and despairs, wanting and cares.
Poetry takes you into the minds of mankind
From days of old to the present time.
Poetry takes you on trips that you've never been before
And opens up every door.
Poetry becomes a longing, a want, a desire, a need
On which your mind must feed.
It becomes a life within itself
And takes you to the heavens and down to hell.
Poetry becomes a flaming desire
And only writing can put out this fire.
I call it my passion while others say it's my obsession
Yet! No matter what they may think or say
Poetry is here to stay.
So many different types of poetry
For the different minds 'you see'.
You will always find one that will give you meaning
From a loving heart to one that's bleeding.
Jump on the bandwagon and take a hold
For with poetry ' life unfolds'.
poem by Louis Rams
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In Your Corner
I hear tell theres big fun tonigh
On the corner of main and dog-meat-bite
Friday midnights would not be right
Without redds hot party and a nasty fight
But Ill be in your corner
Ill be in your corner, if they do
Ill be in your corner
Ill be in your corner, if they do
You cant renege cause its goin be live
Fine women, lots of liquor and stuff for your mind
Now where were goin they dont like your kind
But theyll cool when you tell them youre a friend of mine
cause Ill be in your corner
Ill be in your corner, if they do
Ill be in your corner
Ill be in your corner, if they do
You cant tell your pa and mama
Where were goin til after weve been there
cause that might make their poor heads worry
And worrying can cause grey hair
And one thing just might lead to another
And if theres any trouble theyll blame it on me
I think we just might have two to go
The prettys lookin over here from the middle of the floor
Well make a b-line to hotel la sin
Where youll do the talkin to get us in
And Ill be in your corner
Ill be in your corner, if they do
We shoulda been long gone cause this place is hot
cause in the corner there are two brothers who are undercover cops
If they stop us for questioning mum is the word
cause a question not answered is a answer not heard
And Ill be in your corner
Ill be in your corner, if they do
Ill be in your corner
Ill be in your corner, if they do
You cant tell your pa and mama
Where were goin til after weve been there
cause that might make their poor heads worry
And worrying can cause grey hair
And one thing just might lead to another
And if theres any trouble theyll blame it on me
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Beautiful Women
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Ahh
You can put them on the cover of a magazine
The finest woman you'll ever see
It would be my fantasy
To have them all surrounding me
All of them in love, it seems
Their wanting things that they can only get from me
The best thing about it all
Is I can have them if
I only keep dreaming
From the shores of Milan
To the streets of Miami
(Beautiful women)
From the beauty salons
To the beaches in Maui
(Beautiful women)
From the coffee shop
To the restaurants
Can you hear me? (yes)
Every place, every town
If you just look around
You'll find beautiful women
[1] - Black, Puerto Rican
Haitian, Dominican
Beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican
All of the nations
Beautiful women
East coast, west coast city to the meadow
Burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women
From Cairo, to Rio, to Montego
Beautiful women, yeah
You know there's no way I could ever be
Without their sentualities
And every time I think that I break free
It's like they always grab me
Everywhere I go, it's like a video
You know exactly what I mean
If there could only be 3 more of me
Then I could keep all these beautiful women
There they go
Doin' what they do to
Make a man go crazy
But it just ain't fair
Cuz they got us in a daze
What makes me so amazed
Is that they know it
Cuz they're beautiful
Woo, woo, woo, ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh yeah
Oooh ooh
Yeah
Oh
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
From the shores of Milan
To the streets of Miami
From the beauty salons
To the beaches in Maui
From the coffee shop
To the restaurants
Can you hear me?
Every place, every town
Beautiful women
[Repeat 1 to fade]
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Kids In America
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyones moving
I can fell the heat
But its shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing
Chorus :
Were the kids in america (x 2)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, dont check on your watch
Not another glance
Im not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby youll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Kind hearts dont make a new story
Kind hearts dont grab any glory
Ch.
Come closer, honey thats better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh dont try to stop baby
Hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside sububias sprawling everywhere
I dont want to go baby
New york to east california
Theres a new wave coming I warn you
Ch.
Were the kids
Were the kids
Were the kids in america
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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End Of Line
End of the Line
Old man, yes, you who walk near the houses on the pavement
down the street using a cane, is there something wrong with
your hips? Hey! Old man when you see a group of youngsters
standing by the corner you feel fear, and if they make fun of
the way you walk you pretend not to hear only try to walk faster.
It didn’t used to be like this you looked the world in the eye as
you broad shouldered swaggered down the street of life, no one
dared to challenge you then; you didn’t know it was going to end
like this. Hey! Old man your life is behind you and your future is
the grave, and your walk often takes you to the cemetery where
you often go and read the names of people you used to know.
You live in pain- tell me way- most of the time, watch irrelevant
news TV, while drinking a little whisky. Every Saturday you go
the café and drink beer with other old men, only there are so few
of them now. Hey! Old man with a foot in the grave, in your dream
you are still virile and when you wake up you feel young until you
see the cane or your face in the unforgiving mirror. Yet you go on
living your loveless life in the hope of seeing another spring and
see the blossoming of the almond tree.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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