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“Street Fighting Man” (The Rolling Stones)

Ev’rywhere I hear the sound
Of marching charging feet, boy
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy

Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n’ roll band?
‘Cause in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man

I said hey and the time is right
For a palace revolution
But where I live the game
To play is compromise solution

Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n’ roll band?
‘Cause in sleepy London town
There’s no place for a street fighting man, no

I said, Hey and my name
Is called Disturbance
I’ll shout and scream
I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail all his servants

Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock n’ roll band?
‘Cause in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man, I know, no

(JW)

an ode to new york city

Nowhere To Go But Everywhere

I find myself wandering down the Chelsea Highline as the sun falls over the Hudson, turning the city a peculiar shade of orange.

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Maybe it isn’t the sunset that’s particularly eerie tonight, though. Maybe, just maybe, it is the realization that washes over me as I watch my city fade into darkness…

In a few weeks, this place will no longer be my home. 

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My two best friends and I look at each other knowingly.

Nostalgia. Heartsickness. Excitement and worry about the future. The mixture of emotions fills our guts as the sun finally dips below the skyline of Hoboken.

But tonight is about celebrating the city that has given us so much, not about mourning the end of an era.

We grab a couple beers, find a secluded spot, and stare up at the Manhattan sky as stars begin to pop up, competing for attention with the sparkling lights of…

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“Jimmy Jazz” (The Clash)

The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, “he ain’t here, but he sure went past
Oh, you’re looking for Jimmy Jazz.”

Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz

So if you’re gonna take a message ‘cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz…

J.W.