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A Matter of Degree

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A Matter of Degree 
Copyright Corinne Curcio April 27, 2008 

Oil slick rainbows on asphalt streets 
But no pot of gold waits at the end 
Unless you make sure you don't ignore 
An enemy or a friend 

Abdul's drivin' his cab down the highway 
With Walt Whitman sitting in the back 
A Red Tailed Hawk flies over Prospect Park 
While Hassidim are fashionable in black 

Brooklyn, City of Churches 
Where saints and sinners agree 
A strong conviction 
Is a benediction 
It's all a matter of degree 
 
Mermaids wandering on Surf Avenue 
Call Coney Island home 
But Steeplechase, The Funny Place 
Was torn down ages ago 

Senor Sanchez calls  from his bodega
"Play Lotto - You may change your luck" 
Or enter hell at the Galaxy Motel 
Where crack whores will blow you for a buck 

Brooklyn, City of Dreams 
Where losers and winners decree 
A bad-ass attitude
Ain't considered rude 
It's all a matter of degree 

Hopscotch girls and skateboard boys 
In liberal/racist all kind of faces neighborhood 
Culture and crime, if you fall or you climb 
You learn to take the bad with the good 

Brooklyn, City of Churches 
Where saints and sinners agree 
A strong conviction 
Is a benediction 
It's all a matter of degree

Circus Paradise

Down the river where the children play
Swimming splashing all the day
I used to remember my past
How time could have changed too fast

Down the city when there were only few lights
Now the city has turned wild like a circus night
I must have gone too long
Things change like something has gone wrong

Where those pretty people go 
Where they used to wave, they used to smile at me
Where are the candy shop and the theatre? 
When we would stand in line to watch the new show

I feel like being in a bunker too long
Leaving this town and hiding for nothing
I remembered my first love
Now it’s gone and I wasted my time in regret

Now it’s like a ghost town
People walking like zombies, doing their business
No trees with leaves just buildings everywhere
Just memories of beautiful past I remembered about this place

 All gone….
Nothing’s left behind
No more love….
In this crowded town

All flushed….
Beneath these new faces
No more peacefulness….
When your town has turn into a circus paradise
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Home

Raindrops,
Quietly falling from skies,
Memories,
Now left far behind,
Traces,
Hidden deep in the dust,
Faces,
Empty dreams, angst and lust.

Here start all the ways 
To the end of nowhere,
Here misery reigns,
But no one ever cares.
When I close my eyes,
See behind my eyelashes
Some strange city of lights -
It's revived from the ashes.

Mysterious city that I've never seen -
I call it my home, it is where I feel in.
I've found my shelter
In a far-away place,
I'll take you with me, no matter what it takes.

The city enchants me, 
It tempts, captivates;
But something calls back, 
As reminds I can't stay.
Without you, love, 
It just can't be my home.
You think I would stay, 
I would leave you alone?

Mysterious city that I've never seen -
I call it my home, it is where I feel in.
I've found my shelter
In a far-away place,
I'll take you with me, no matter what it takes.

Raindrops,
Quietly falling from skies,
Memories
That I can't leave behind,
Love 
That I found one day,
Light
In the end of the way.


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