Commute
Above the one train
The sunrise in the city
Out of the dark night
Island
Where is my mother
The Statute of Liberty
She's so beautiful
Island (times square)
The lights are so bright
Always at the Big Apple
It's a hard knock life
Commute
The B train is here
Out of the crowded people
Where's my metrocard
Always a stranger, never at home
A Yank in Great Britain. El Greco in Rome.
An elm in the desert, a tulip in stone
Always a stranger never at home.
Always a stranger with no place to rest
Asleep on the sidewalk, an overbooked guest
A worn suitcase sofa. A newspaper nest.
Always a stranger with no place to rest.
Always a stranger, a man out of time
A Turk in Armenia, French in Indochine
Never in step, either front or behind
Always a stranger who's run out of time.
Always a stranger, a face with no name
Machine-damaged mail, a stake but no claim
admonished to silence and cower in shame
Always a stranger, a face with no name
Always a stranger, alien at birth
with dreams drawn from every corner of earth
uncertain of value, discounted of worth
Always a stranger, alien at birth.
Always a stranger, never a friend
A thread but no needle and nothing to mend
Not reaching a finish but only the end
Always a stranger, never a friend.
Always a stranger, nowhere to belong
No voice for a lyric. No tune for a song.
No chance to be lucky nor right to be wrong
Always a stranger, nowhere to belong.
Randy Adams, 2013
Your country 'tis of me,
Porky plutocracy,
Where cash is king.
Where my dear reps are bought,
Who would have ever thought,
What our Supremes have wrought,
Hail the loud "ka-ching!"
SINGING IN MY REIGN
BY
VLADIMIR PUTIN
I'm singing in my reign,
Just singing in my reign
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at the West
So weak, such a pest.
I'm out of my funk
Crimea? Slam dunk!
Let NATO give chase
We'll pick up the pace
I'll strengthen my reign
I've a smile on my face
All threats are in vain
I'll never refrain
Just singin'
Singin' in my reign.
It's very clear, "O" Care is here to stay
Not for a year but forever and a day
The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But oh, my dear, "O" Care is here to stay
Together we're going a long, long way
In time the Rockies may tumble, Gibraltar may crumble
They're only made of clay
But "O" Care is here to stay
In time the Rockies may tumble, Gibraltar may crumble
They're only made of clay
But "O" Care is here to stay
Loud signals and no sign of rope
As we slide down that slippery slope,
And the Wealthy Deniers
Pay outrageous Liars
To sabotage how we can cope.
The Public's confused, unaware,
And only when the cupboard's bare,
Will action be taken
Ere Earth is forsaken,
It's time for John Q to beware!!
Things would more simple mayhap
Just trying to close "the skills gap",
The "gap" is a myth
That's lacking in pith,
Time to give this story a wrap!
Repubs will continue this bluff
While profits the Oligarchs stuff,
The "skill lacking takers"
Say acolyte fakers,
It's time to cry "hold, boys, enough!"
