The dock of the bay?
Don’t sleep in the subway, darling. Don’t stand in the pouring rain.
Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ.
As Pat Metheny would put it,
As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls.
I seem to be in Gettysburg, where there’s The Devil to Pay, and we must Hold At All Costs when the Southerners reach their High Water Mark.
Hmmmmm. Since I seem to be down in the swampland where anything goes :eek: , I better be Leaving Louisiana…
I wish I was in Dixie Land , but instead I am in Boring , a town in Maryland
(the above is not meant to be taken literal, despite the fact I am from Maryland.)
I’ve gone down to the Paradise Cuty, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.
CITY, damn it, cIty!
I’m in Lilydale, a couple miles from Stockton Gala Days. Bemus Point on July Sunday, by the trolley I go. (Top THAT for obscurity!)
I’m in New York City, where it’s raing, it’s poring, it’s raining on the streets of New York City.
Now I find myself in Heaven. It’s rainin’, it’s rainin’, it’s rainin, deep in heaven! Rainin’ deeo in Heaven!
Now in The Wasteland. Welcome to The Wasteland, where you’ll find ashes. Nothing but ashes.
http://www.vh1.com/artists/az/dream_theater/albums.jhtml (see “Falling Into Infinity”)
Is that a Teenage Wasteland?
:::Ow! Hey! Cut it out!:::
Starkville City Jail
Don’t go writing hot checks
down in Mississippi,
and there ain’t no good chain gangs.
Me, I work in Galveston, Oh, Galveston!
I’ve gone down to Panama. Panama, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Did you know that Graham Parker has a song that mentions the Hudson Valley Mall?
Hey, if Freddy Cannon can do Palisades Park…
Please come to Boston for the springtime. I’m already there.
Nashville cats been pickin’ since they were three.