Kansas City Milkman
Born in this place
You only see so far
Hear what we say
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know
Kansas city milkman
A row of houses
Through the dawn
A sleeping city
Where I was born
I hear laughter
In the early light
Outside the playground
Were I learned to fight
Born in this place
You only see so far
Hear what we say
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know
Kansas city milkman
I read the papers
Every word
My only access
To the outside world
Yeah ... survival
Thats my game
Just a common man
In that there is no shame ... is there? ...
Too much talking
Information ... in the hands of the few
All the talking
Dis-information ... that we take for the truth
Born in this place
You only see so far
Hear what we say
The world is a stage
And we know just who you are
What part do you play?
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know
Kansas city milkman
song performed by by Level 42
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The Eternal Kansas City
Chorus (choir singing)
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city? )
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Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city? )
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city)?
(van singing)
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Train down to st. louis
Get me there alright
Over to the city there, you know that one
Where the farmers daughter digs the farmers son
Dig your charlie parker
Basie and young
Witherspoon and jay mcshann
They will come
Oooowoooowoooo
Chorus (van and choir in background)
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Lady liberty in waiting
You know she lights the way
Her name is billie, shes a holiday
And the city is eternal -- hey, cant you see?
Its inside of you and its inside of me
Oooowoooowoooo
Chorus (van and choir in background)
You know, you know the way to kansas city?
You know, you know the way to kansas city?
You know, you know the way to kansas city?
You know, you know the way to kansas city ?
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
Wild thing
You know the way to kansas city (choir only)
Thank you man (van)
You know the way to kansas city
Sing it (van)
You know the way to kansas city (van and choir)
Hit it (van)
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
Baby cant you sing it one time (van)
(choir)
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Kansas City
PAUL McCARTNEY - KANSAS CITY
Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
Got some pretty little women there, I'm gonna get me one.
Standing on the corner, crawl straight in my hand
With my Kansas City Baby, now by the Kansas City world.
Well the water in the city, well, taste like Georgia Pie
Going to Kansas City where it tastes like sugar, oh I know it.
Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
Got some pretty little women there, I'm gonna get me one.
Kansas City, here every night you gave me none
Kansas City, surely looked like they were done
You know they turned it around now Baby, gonna scratch it, gonna run.
And rock with my Baby, rock with my Baby, one more time
Rock with my Baby, Kansas City Baby, one more time
Went to the city for, for this souvenir in my hand.
Well I might take a plane, might take a train
If I have to walk you won't grind in the same.
Oh, Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
Got some crazy little women there, I'm gonna get me one.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Kansas City (1st Time)
Kansas City, Kansas City here I come. Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
Got some pretty little women there, I'm gonna get me one.
Standing on the corner, crawl straight in my hand
With my Kansas City Baby, now by the Kansas City world.
Well the water in the city, well, taste like Georgia Pie
Going to Kansas City where it tastes like sugar, oh I know it.
Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
Got some pretty little women there, I'm gonna get me one.
Kansas City, here every night you gave me none
Kansas City, surely looked like they were done
You know they turned it around now Baby, gonna scratch it, gonna run.
And rock with my Baby, rock with my Baby, one more time
Rock with my Baby, Kansas City Baby, one more time
Went to the city for, for this souvenir in my hand.
Well I might take a plane, might take a train
If I have to walk you won't grind in the same.
Oh, Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
Got some crazy little women there, I'm gonna get mo one
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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I talked with Quentin about where the character came from, and he told me Kansas City. I don't know how somebody talks from Kansas City, so I made him from New York.
quote by Steve Buscemi
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The first professional training I received of any kind was when I was 14 years old and we were in Kansas City, Missouri. I attended the Kansas City Art Institute for one summer.
quote by Marc Davis
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Kansas City Blues
I been rockin and reelin, lord as long as I can be
Lord, the man that I love tryin to make a fool out of me.
Babe, Im leavin, yeah Im a-leavin this mornin
Goin to kansas city to bring jim jackson home.
Now well I used to drink and Im gonna buy a gallon
Im gonna find me my man I say, get a pair of overalls.
Im leavin, yeah Im gonna go to kansas city, ha ha ha,
Goin to kansas city, yeah, to make my man my own.
Ill walk on beauty street with an idea I might stay,
If she wants my man Ill just change my ways.
Lord Im leavin, yeah Im leavin this mornin
Goin to kansas city to bring jim jackson home.
Go ahead, take it!
Yeah!
I been rockin and reelin, lonesome as I can be
Lord the man that I love sure made a fool out of me.
Babe Im leavin, yeah Im leavin this mornin
Goin to kansas city tryin to find a man of my own, yeah.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Medley: Kansas City / Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
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Beatles - Medley: Kansas City/Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey!
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Kansas City
(Lieber/Stoller)
Lead Vocal: Paul McCartney
Ah, Kansas City
Gonna get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
I'm gonna Kansas city
Gonna get my baby back home
Yeah, yeah
Well, it's a long, long, time
Since my baby's been gone
Ah, Kansas City
Gonna to get my baby on time
Yeah, yeah
I'm gonna Kansas City
Gonna get my baby on time
Yeah, yeah
It's just a one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, wah
Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey!
(Penniman)
Lead Vocal: Paul McCartney
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, baby, woo no clown
I say you're no clown
Now, now, now, now
Tell me baby
What's been wrong with you
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, now baby, woo no clown
I say you're no clown
Now, now, now, now
Tell me baby
What's been wrong with you
Well, I'll say bye
Bye, bye, baby bye, bye
Oh, so long
Bye, bye, baby I'm gone
Yeah, I said
Bye, bye, baby, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Well, I'll say bye
Bye, bye, baby bye, bye
song performed by by Beatles
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Within War, Within Peace
I was born long ago, in a city far away
not knowing would I live yet another bloody day
There were bombs all around me, deep into the night
children dissapeared as I stood by in fright
You would try to run, but could not hide
the taunting enemy, was by your side
You didn't know, who they were
it felt as if, it was all a blur
Families destroyed and pulled apart
by greedy hands, supporting this art
I now look back at all the sin
people with sorrows, who were killed within
I was born long ago, in a city far away
within war I stood up and embraced my day
I was born long ago, in a city far away
but within peace, I chose to live, in a city by the bay.
Charlie vergara
10.30.2007
17140
poem by White Tiger
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City Of Worcester
Worcester, the city of noise,
Walking along these city streets,
Seeing people busy,
pacing,
Cracked city walks,
Aged city houses,
Beautiful city air, '
Never seems to be a minute to spare,
As cars stream along,
Cops and fire trucks pass down my street.
Loud children playing in the streets.
As I walk down the street of mine,
I hear parents yelling at their children.
Dogs barking as you walk by,
Houses that are old and crusty,
Men and women fighting.
This right here is the city I was born in.
The City Of Worcester!
poem by Cassandra Prew
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Like every other place, I guess, Kansas City was quite a different city when I was a youngster there. They had quite a few clubs, and we had what we used to call jam sessions every night.
quote by Ben Webster
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In Loving Truth
you hold the truth
and show it to me as early as i was six,
you had it molded like a sculpture of
a well shaped egg,
a chicken egg, showing the fragility of a shell,
that when i fail to hold it with care
it breaks and cannot be
the same again, no matter what
or how,
the truth is a model
something that we have to imitate
but my palms have lines of each own
and i was born as a scorpion
with scissors in my hands
you want me to be your truth
and it will be painful and so i must go
somewhere where my kind of
truth will be respectable
there is no place yet for me
and so here i am with you
exploring all the possibilities of harmony
and so i must lie to live with you
and be with you for the meantime that my
castle is not yet a reality
must i tell you the truth? i can't
for this spells the death of harmony
even the view of your funeral
where i can be the pretentious grief
the laughter subsumed
on the face shedding
crocodile tears
i have more to tell you
but i am safe now in my silence
safe with you and the world and the stars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Truth?
you hold the truth
and show it to me as early as i was six,
you had it molded like a sculpture of
a well shaped egg,
a chicken egg, showing the fragility of a shell,
that when i fail to hold it with care
it breaks and cannot be
the same again, no matter what
or how,
the truth is a model
something that we have to imitate
but my palms have lines of each own
and i was born as a scorpion
with scissors in my hands
you want me to be your truth
and it will be painful and so i must go
somewhere where my kind of
truth will be respectable
there is no place yet for me
and so here i am with you
exploring all the possibilities of harmony
and so i must lie to live with you
and be with you for the meantime that my
castle is not yet a reality
must i tell you the truth? i can't
for this spells the death of harmony
even the view of your funeral
where i can be the pretentious grief
the laughter subsumed
on the face shedding
crocodile tears
i have more to tell you
but i am safe now in my silence
safe with you and the world and the stars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kansas City/hey Hey Hey Hey
Medley:
(a): kansas city (leiber/stoller)
(b): hey, hey, hey, hey (penniman)
Ah kansas city
Going to get my baby back home
I'm going to kansas city
Going to get my baby back home
Well its a long long time too
My baby's been gone
Ah, kansas city
Going get my baby one time
I'm going to kansas city
Going get my baby one time
Its a just a 1-2-3-4,
5-6-7-8-9
Hey hey hey hey
(hey hey hey hey)
Hey, baby
(hey, baby)
Ooh now girl
(yeah, yeah)
I said yeah now, huh
(girl, girl)
Now now now now tell me baby
What's been wrong with you
Hey hey hey hey
(hey hey hey hey)
Hey now baby
(hey baby)
Ooh now girl
(yeah, yeah)
I said yeah now, huh
(girl, girl)
Now now now now tell me baby
What's been wrong with you
I said bye
(bye bye bye bye)
Bye bye baby bye bye
(bye bye bye bye)
So long
(so long so long)
Bye bye baby i'm gone
(bye bye bye bye)
I said bye bye baby
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye now bye
(bye bye bye bye)
Bye now baby bye
(bye bye bye bye)
....
song performed by by Beatles
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Our Destiny Is In Our Own Hands
Our destiny is in our own hands some have been known to say
But circumstance in all of that must have some part to play
If you are born on no hope street and homeless in your youth
To you our destiny is in our own hands does not have a ring of truth.
Our destiny is in our own hands to some may well apply
It may apply to you and he and her as well as I
But not of course to everyone each day thousands of hunger die
Our destiny is in our own hands to the millions is a lie.
The innocents who die in war and acts of terrorism did not create their destiny
They would not wish it on themselves for to die so tragically
Their destiny was in others hands which often is the case
They just happened at the wrong time for to be in the wrong place.
That our destiny is in our own hands apply to some maybe
But ninety nine per cent of street kids will die in poverty
Due to their circumstances of birth they are condemned to fail
And some of them die of drug overdoses and some of them die in jail.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Muse
Born among them,
Mount Louis;
An altar of uncut stones!
There they were,
Hidden in his tent;
But they have stolen from us and,
Have covered up the theft!
It is joyful like,
Honey from the rock;
But at daybreak i will look for the thief.
Oil from the flinty rock,
The lion's carcass is now nearby;
But be separated from these negative acts of the world.
Be mindful and be peaceful,
And like the city of salt;
For your mother will explain a lot to you.
To the city of romance and to the city of peace,
To the city of love and to the city of care,
To the city of talents and to the city of thieves! !
Inheritance among the children,
But hear oh earth!
And ask your father to explain things for you,
But my muse is like the rain drops on every house.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Living For The City
A boy is born in hard time mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that aint so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And youd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah!
His sisters black but she is shonuff pretty
Her skirt is short but lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school shes got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum
Her brothers smart hes got more sense than many
His patiences long but soon he wont have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they dont use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Living just enough...
For the city... ooh, ooh
(repeat several times)
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of new york city
Hes almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him theres no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we dont change the world will soon be over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!!
La, la, la, la, la, la,
Da ba da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da
(repeat to end)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Born Enchanter
Written by bob welch.
Well Im a born enchanter
Thats what the ladies see
Yes Im a born enchanter
Down in the city of dreams
Lord do right by me and let me go
Down in my city of dreams where I need to go
Well Im a born enchanter, well...
Well Im a born enchanter
Followin the sabbath cross
Oh Im a born enchanter
Looking for the faith I lost
Lord do right by me and let me go
Down in my city of dreams, where I need to go
Yeah...
Cause Im a born enchanter
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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You're Not In Kansas Anymore
(Tim Nichols/Zack Turner)
He said 'I grew up in Wichita
In a Mayberry kind of town'
He never liked overalls
Or haulin' hay 'til sundown
He said he dreamed about L.A.
As he plowed away the day on an old John Deere
I said 'Boy let me warn you
In southern California there's some fast trains here'
You're not in Kansas anymore
Can't be too careful that's for sure
City lights will led you on
Morning comes and they'll be gone
So write my number on your wall
You can call me anytime at all
I'm so happy now boy
You're not in Kansas anymore
He said do you know where Carson lives
So we drove up to Malibu
Cruisin' down Sunset Strip
I let him steal a kiss or two
Under the Hollywood sign
I tried to hide a smile as I whispered low
I wanna be the first to tell you
Here we say Rodel, not rodeo
You're not in Kansas anymore
Can't be too careful that's for sure
City lights will led you on
Morning comes and they'll be gone
So write my number on your wall
And call me anytime at all
I'm so happy now boy
You're not in Kansas anymore
I'm so happy now boy
You're not in Kansas anymore
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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City Of The Angels
City of the angels
City of the angels
Walkin' and talkin' and laughin' about
Dreamin' the things that you want will work out
People in places where you want to be
I'm lost in the city
Who's got the key
City of the angels
Ooh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
I've got this feelin' that things will work out
I've got this feelin', and there ain't no doubt
I'm holding on, hoping to find
Life in this city can bring peace of mind
City of the angels
Ooh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
City of the angels
Oh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
Just like, just like it used to be, yes
City of the angels
I'm goin' home, home
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Oh, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Yeah, yeah, I'm leavin'
Oh, oh, I'm goin home
My friend I'm leavin'
song performed by by Journey
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City Pigeons
Around my boots where I am sitting crumbs of bread they happily eat
The cheeky and colourful City pigeons so at home on the city street
Their cousins the rock pigeons of the Northlands in Town would feel so out of place
They once were the very same species though now quite a different race.
Introduced by humans to cities all around the World in busy towns they feel at home
Beyond the borders of suburbia the city pigeons seldom do roam
They build their flimsy nests of sticks on building ledges their young they hatch out in the Spring
Like their ancestors on trees they do not roost or nest Nature is such a wonderful thing.
Some people they like and feed the city pigeons whilst others do not like them at all
Though Nature cares for all of her children from the very great to the small
And wild-born things can be so adaptable in noisy environments they they've learned to dwell
The city pigeons of this one example in cities they do very well.
By the street seat around my boots they eat bread crumbs like house sparrows they are almost tame
They were born and raised in the city to be good at surviving their one claim to fame
Liked by some and disliked by others but that they are good at surviving none can deny
They are born and raised in the noisy city and in the city they do die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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