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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Word Lyric for Music #4 ”Hearing the Wind in Garden City” Got off the train at silent midnight, Standing in the glow of a swerving streetlight,, Then I heard something fly through the center of my soul, It was the big yellow bird with black nuns in tow, One by one the avenger attacked without pity, But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City. Drove on old Highway 50 at noon time, Pulled the car into the shade with the Sunoco sign, Standing in the darkness of the dour men’s room, I saw the Cherokee killer wearing the lizard costume, Soon, seven miles down the highway, he will show no pity, But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City. Creeping slowly down the old oak lane, I saw the house, and the green unforgotten pain, The guys tied up the moon and left the sun afright, And shot four holes through the heart of the night. Then I heard something fly through the center of my soul, It was the big yellow bird with black nuns in tow, One by one the avenger attacked without pity, But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City. Standing over their graves in the shadows of Valley View, I saw Nancy dancing in red, with Bobby dressed in blue, I saw a terrified girl in the darkness, begging for her life, I saw the guys carrying a blue-barreled shotgun, and a hunting knife. There is blood on the walls, and innocence is lost, Four ambulances on the lawn, their tracks are star-crossed, Then I heard something fly through the center of my soul, It was the big yellow bird with black nuns in tow, One by one the avenger attacked without pity, But I was alone, hearing the wind in Garden City.
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