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On the West Side |
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| 1 | Staring at the sidewalk on Central Park West | |
| 2 | I'm trying to do what some say I do best | |
| 3 | 'Mid the basements ant the rooftops | |
| 4 | And the long runs and the short stops | |
| 5 | In this teaming island city of contrast | |
| 6 | A woman of the New World | |
| 7 | With the harbor at her breast | |
| 8 | I've taken about all that I can digest | |
| 9 | Of the isolation mid the conclave | |
| 10 | Of the old school and the new wave | |
| 11 | Where the future holds the shadows of the past | |
| 12 | Like a pallid ghost of milling crowds | |
| 13 | When the moon is riding in the clouds | |
| 14 | The world is draped in smoky shrouds | |
| 15 | It's midnight | |
| 16 | At high tide | |
| 17 | As the darkness | |
| 18 | Slowly settles | |
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On the West Side |
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| 20 | Surely Monday Morning would see it like this: | |
| 21 | Riverside Church poised across the abyss | |
| 22 | Mid the time-space and the prescient | |
| 23 | And appeal to the omnipotent | |
| 24 | While the pilgrim in the street is fading fast | |
| 25 | Paradisial hells oppose eternal bliss | |
| 26 | Subway station clamor in the name of Jesus | |
| 27 | It's a whisper wrapped in gold leaf | |
| 28 | It's a watchdog and a horse-thief | |
| 29 | Where the future holds the shadows of the past | |
| 30 | Like a poltergeist with thorny crown | |
| 31 | When the silver light is pouring down | |
| 32 | The world is dressed in greys and brown | |
| 33 | It's midnight | |
| 34 | At high tide | |
| 35 | As the angel | |
| 36 | Of the darkness | |
| 37 | Slowly settles | |
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On the West Side |
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| 39 | Rose petal softness and pieces of glass | |
| 40 | So many looking for pieces of ass | |
| 41 | Searching for the big tickle | |
| 42 | Somewhere in the granite apple | |
| 43 | She's a tease | |
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Steal your heart and give you fleas |
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| 45 | Down beneath the highway it's a scene of war | |
| 46 | Pirates, saints, and prophets that work the long-shore | |
| 47 | Mid the roses and the garbage | |
| 48 | And the freedom and the bondage | |
| 49 | To the game that pits the first with drowning last | |
| 50 | Spray-paint words and faces scrawl the living folk lore | |
| 51 | Traffic echos mutter, "Baby, what you come here for? | |
| 52 | "Why you dressing up so pretty? | |
| 53 | "Why you walking in the city | |
| 54 | "Where the future holds the shadows of the past?" | |
| 55 | Like a spectral image of the time | |
| 56 | When the sirens scream and church bells chime | |
| 57 | The world is made of steel and grime | |
| 58 | It's midnight | |
| 59 | At high tide | |
| 60 | As the shadow | |
| 61 | Of the angel | |
| 62 | Of the darkness | |
| 63 | Slowly settles | |
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On the West Side |
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