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    06.15.10

    pops rock

    Posted in words at 10:03 pm by electricvishnu

    175th

    Posted in words at 8:03 am by electricvishnu

    words and music by brian hawkins, john dimeglio, and the a-train player

    down beneath broadway and 175th
    there exists a man who only knows one riff
    and he sing: whoaa oh oh oh oh
    whoaa oh oh oh oh

    bouncing down the a-train to that song from before
    and johnny tell me bout it
    but now i can be sure
    that he sing: whoaa oh oh oh

    and it’s a symphony that writes itself;
    it’s these symphonies -
    here’s to your health!
    -with some help from the soulmen

    you can never tell baby
    or ever ask why:
    sometimes it’s sitting on a beach reading
    that bukowski guy;
    sometimes it’s on and on and on without end
    because it’s all about love
    and starting again,

    and it’s that symphony that writes itself;
    it’s these street symphonies -
    here’s to your health!
    -with some help from the soulmen

    (whoa oh oh oh oh)
    yeah i’ll bring the ukulele if you bring the kazoo -
    i’m on a downtown V and it brings me to you
    dance between flakes that fall to pavement in a city that’s yours;
    scarred hearts and flasks in pockets warm
    to the one, two, three, four