Sticks and stones may break your bones
But names can put you down
I'd rather have broken bones
Than be the talk of the town
Here's the kid that took a **** in the urinel
they picked on him and threw his books down in the hallway
used to eat from the empty tray lunches
gave him rides home from school
kids told me I wasn't cool
yet who are they anyway
folks said he went off in the Army
many years would pass having every reason to grasp
where has he been
then I was a security guard
in a mentally insane facility
I heard his name over the loud speaker
now he was locked up for all eternity
the great Jimmy Foley
the talk of the town
a challenge to be free is a question of time
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
When you're passing through,
you get a scenic veiw.
Of the Statue Of Liberty.
New York's celebrity host.
They're the talk of the town.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York..
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
They say it's great.
The Empire State,
and the Statue Of Liberty.
Don't turn around.
We're onward bound.
On a trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
Take a pleasure cruise.
Then read the news,
and watch a football game.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
So, if you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York..
Poetry-New York-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1980,2014..ALL rights reserved.
people can tell
my the smell
and holiday bells
that love is around
its the Christmas sound
santa walking up and down
its the
TALK OF THE TOWN
we are here and far
people know
our love begining to show
its getting around
we are the
TALK OF THE TOWN
We keep to ourselves amidst a fight within
We dream of dating Billy Joel's daughter then wake up alone again
In silence we erect portals to honor the dead;
Shattered fragments making mutations out of store bought bread,
As Poe did having felt a funeral in his brain they complain;
The Talk Of The Town...
In Summer we make our amends out of its setting sun undone,
Shaped dreams through the sky as sitting down blanket a passerby
We make words out of complex circles then paint a frosted face on
Shattered once again unfriend me,
We wait every year for our vacation then realize we can't take one,
Deadly vipers filled with poison in the intellect of our minds lazy diamonds,
We make wings out of painted glass to grasp a meaning or notion in thought;
The talk of the town...
Stay clear of the pathway that leads to destruction & death
We must all confess a tear drop burdens the angry soul
An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Now was their something I had been missing?
Nails with barbed wire fences felt a funeral in my brain again.
Having hoarders in the soul I'm way out of control!