Hoboken is broken and
Nobody's joken' so
Just buy a token and
get out of town ...
Hoboken is broken and
nobody's jokin' so
just buy a token and
get out of town !!!
if we could see radio waves
if all shapes and colours they would be
all we would see is radio waves
as far as the eye could see
Pointecchio Italy 1895
his father got a message across the sky
six years later he came to Newfoundland
with balloons, wire and kites in his hand
December 12th 1901
it was Signal Hill he was standing on
history records not the look on his face
but the day Marconi changed the human race
some thought that Marconi
was full of baloney
at fifteen he was a very bright boy
at twenty one, he was still going on
pulling messages right out of the sky
in an early winter-sky with a late fall chill
Marconi stood upon Signal Hill
on December the twelfth nineteen hundred and one
the wind took his balloon and it was gone
like old Ben Franklin he flew up a kite
state of the art in all of its might
three faint clicks in a wind lull-a-by
three faint clicks across 2000 miles of sky
Today, I poured out the content of my heart.
I emptied the past and threw out the weak part.
I tore up anger, bitterness and hate
shredding all parts that belittle and berate.
I patched up compassion, empathy and love;
sealed in benevolence I was empty of.
Arrogance I once paraded with pride,
lain to rest with deception; side-by-side.
Ego and vanity were torn into bits.
Righteousness and purity were made to fit.
Crumbled and tossed, revenge and ill will.
Pieced back together was friendship and goodwill.
When I was finished, I knew that my heart,
a complex organ, was now state of the art.
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