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    Another planning-related song

    Ani DiFranco - Subdivision

    White people are so scared of black people
    They bulldoze out to the country
    And put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets
    And while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest
    The Berlin Wall still runs down Main Street
    Separating East Side from West
    And nothing is stirring, not even a mouse
    In the boarded-up stores and the broken-down houses
    So they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps
    Just to prove they got no manners
    No mercy and no sense

    And I'm wondering what it will take
    For my city to rise
    First we admit our mistakes
    Then we open our eyes
    The ghosts of old buildings are haunting parking lots
    In the City of Good Neighbors that history forgot

    I remember the first time I saw someone
    Lying on the cold street
    I thought: I can't just walk past here
    This can't just be true
    But I learned by example
    To just keep moving my feet
    It's amazing the things that we all learn to do

    So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
    Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
    And the old farm road's a four-lane that leads to the mall
    And our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall

    I'm wondering what it will take
    For my country to rise
    First we admit our mistakes
    And then we open our eyes
    Or nature succumbs to one last dumb decision
    And America the Beautiful
    Is just one big subdivision

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    Dar Williams

    "Southern California wants to be Western New York"

    There's a part of the country could drop off tomorrow in an earthquake
    It's out there on the cutting edge, the people move, the sidewalks shake
    And there's another part of the country, with a land that gently creaks and thuds
    Where the heavy snows make faucets leak in bathrooms with free-standing tubs
    They're in houses that are haunted, with the kids who lie awake and think about
    All the generations past who used to use that dripping sink

    And sometimes one place wants to slip into the other just to see what it's
    Like to trade its demons for the restless ghost of Mrs. Ogilvey
    She used to pick the mint from her front yard to dress the Sunday pork
    Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York

    It wants to have a family business in sheet metal or power tools
    It wants to have a diner where the coffee tastes like diesel fuel and it
    Wants to find the glory of a town they say has hit the skids and it
    Wants to have a snow day that will turn its parents into kids
    And it's embarassed, but it's lusting after a SUNY student with mousy-brown hair
    Who is taking out the compost, and making coffee in long underwear

    Southern California says to save a place, "I'll meet you there" and it
    Tried to pack up its Miata, all it could fit was a prayer
    Sometimes the stakes are bogus, sometimes the fast lane hits a fork, sometimes
    Southern California wants to be western New York

    Tempe, Arizona thinks the Everglades are greener and wetter and
    Washington, D.C. thinks Atlanta integrated better but I
    Think that Southern California has more pain than we can say cause it
    Wants to travel back in time, but it just can't leave L.A.

    But now I hear they've got a theme park planned, designed to make you gasp and say,
    "Oh, I bet that crumbling mill town was a booming mill town in its day."
    And the old investors scoff at this, but the young ones hope they'll take a chance and they
    Promise it will make more dough than Mickey Mouse in northern France and the
    Planners have got an opening day, the town historian will host and the
    Waitresses look like waitresses who want to leave for the west coast

    And they'll have puttering on rainy weekends, autumn days that make you feel sad,
    They'll have hundred-year-old plumbing and the family you never had and a
    Hudson River clean-up concert and a bundle-bearing stork and I
    Hear they've got a menu planned; it's tres western New York

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    I've got the album. Wonderful song, and it puts a lump in my throat every time I hear it. I think of my friends Eva and Bob, who live in an old farmhouse outside of Arcade, and visiting them on a cold, crisp snowy day. I think of the streets of East Aurora, a town I'd consider living in if I ever returned.

    Western New York nught not have much, but it does have one thing that much of the United States lost a long time ago ... a very strong sense of place and identity. The jobs and people might leave, but the place in our hearts doesn't.

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    I'm too lazy to type in the lyrics tonight, but Joni Mitchell's "Big Yellow Taxi" is a planning classic. Better yet, The Pretenders "Ohio" cuts right to the chase, better than any other song I have heard about the loss of landscape. My wife (and fellow planner) is talking about an Abba tune I don't remember, which is called "The City." Then for urban revitalization planners, we can go way back to Pet Clark's "Downtown."

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    This one takes a little more interpretation- but most things that Jim Morrison did take some interpretation!
    Just a portion of it for you:

    What have they done to the Earth?
    What have they done to our fair sister?
    Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her!
    Stuck her knives in the side of the dawn.
    And tied her with fences and dragged her down!
    I hear a very gentle sound.
    With your ear down to the ground...
    We want the World and we want it NOW!!
    "You can measure the health of a city by the vitality and energy of its streets and public open spaces.”-- William H. Whyte..

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    There's a John Gorka song from a few years back. Something like "I Live Where The Bottles Break". Unlike Ani, he seems to like living in a neglected area. However Tom Wait's "In The Neighborhood" is my favorite. It got a broken-down Salvation Army band sound and the lyrics are so true-to-life you can imagine him sitting in a broken down Chevy on the curb writing it. It's sentimental about all the things we try to "clean up" in our towns.

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    Another planning-related song

    No one mentioned this one yet??

    Alan Jackson - Little Man

    I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk
    Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want
    There's johnson's hardware and morgans jewelry
    And the ol' Lee king's apothecary
    They ware the little man
    The little man

    I go back now and the stores are all empty
    Except for an old coke sign from 1950
    Boarded up like they never existed
    Or renovated and called historic districts
    There goes the little man
    There goes the little man

    Chorus:

    Now the court square's just a set of streets
    That the people go round but they seldom think
    Bout the little man that built this town
    Before the big money shut em down
    And killed the little man
    Oh the little man

    He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
    And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat
    The new stores came where you do it yourself
    You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf
    Forget about the little man
    Forget about that little man

    He hung on there for a few more years
    But he couldn't sell slurpees
    And he wouldn't sell beer
    Now the bank rents the station
    To a down the road
    And sell velvet Elvis and
    Second-hand clothes
    There goes little man
    There goes another little man

    Now the are lined up in a concrete strip
    You can buy the world with just one trip
    And save a penny cause it's jumbo size
    They don't even realize
    They'er killin' the little man
    Oh the little man

    It wasn't long when I was a child
    An old black man came with his plow
    He broke the ground where we grew our garden
    Back before we'd all forgot
    about the little man
    The little man
    Long live the little man
    God bless the little man

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    Planning-related songs

    Here's a somber tale of life in the inner city by Stevie Wonder. You should also check out "Living for the City" by him as well. I can't find the lyrics to it.

    Village Ghetto Land
    - Stevie Wonder

    Would you like to go with me
    Down my dead end street
    Would you like to come with me
    To Village Ghetto Land

    See the people lock their doors
    While robbers laugh and steal
    Beggars watch and eat their meal - from garbage cans

    Broken glass is everywhere
    It's a bloody scene
    Killing plagues the citizens
    Unless they own police

    Children play with rusted cars
    Sores cover their hands
    Politicians laugh and drink - drunk to all demands

    Families buying dog food now
    Starvation roams the streets
    Babies die before they're born
    Injected by the grief

    Now some folks say that we should be
    Glad for what we have
    Tell me would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land

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    There are several excellent planning/historic preservation songs by the terribly under-rated Biritsh band, XTC. The best which all should hear is "Ball and Chain".

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    Let's not forget...

    ...Montgomery Gentry's great tune -The debut album is titled Tattoos and Scars, produced by Joe Scaife, on the Columbia Records Nashville label. The third single is Daddy Won't Sell the Farm.


    His cows get loose and run right thru the fast food parking lots
    And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls
    when they're downwind from his hogs.
    When his tractor backs up traffic, the reception ain't too warm.
    The city's growing around him, but Daddy won't sell the farm.

    You can't roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
    You can't pull roots when they run that deep.
    He's gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
    Daddy won't sell the farm.

    He worked and slaved in '68, he bought these fields and trees.
    He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family.
    He learned to love the woodlands, he can't stand to do them harm. There's concrete all around him, but Daddy won't sell the farm.

    You can't roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
    You can't pull roots when they run that deep.
    He's gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
    Daddy won't sell the farm.

    One day he's gonna leave it all to me and I'll start my own branch of the family tree. They'll get the message written on the roof of the barn, Daddy won't sell the farm.

    You can't roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
    You can't pull roots when they run that deep.
    He's gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
    Daddy won't sell the farm.

    We're gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm. Daddy won't sell the farm. Oh you know a country boy can survive.

    Writer(s): Steve Fox, Robin Branda

    As performed by Eddie Montgomery and Troy Gentry

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    Planning Related Songs

    From the Waking Hours album.

    Move Away Jimmy Blue - Del Amitri

    A struck match faded like a nervous laugh
    Beyond the halo of a naked bulb
    Your low voice mingles with your other half's;
    Schoolfriends in second-hand clothes
    Eventually your world will shrink within four walls
    Of neglected debts and stolen stereos

    So move away, Jimmy Blue
    Before your small, small town turns around
    and swallows you

    A drunk mother was the cue
    For the legendary things that you do
    Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face
    Behind the old glue factory too.

    So move away Jimmy Blue
    Before your small, small town turns around
    and swallows you

    Wet feet visit the same old places
    Finding nothing new
    It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces
    In a town full of nothing to do
    A love match with the moon
    In an layby, while insects hum and
    You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb
    Jimmy Blue.

    So move away, yeah,
    Move away Jimmy Blue
    Before your small, small town
    Turns around and swallows you
    "Dear Prudence...won't you open up your eyes? "

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    Another Song

    This one's from Fugazi's "The Argument" cd...

    on the morning of the first eviction
    they carried out the wishes of the landlord and his son
    furniture's out on the sidewalk next to the family
    that little piggie went to market
    so they're kicking out everyone
    talking about process and dismissal
    forced removal of the people
    on the corner shelter and location
    everybody wants somewhere
    the elected are such willing partners
    look who's buying all their tickets to the game
    development wants, development gets
    it's official
    development wants this neighborhood gone
    so the city just wants the same
    talking about process and dismissal
    forced removal of the people
    on the corner shelter and location
    everybody wants somewhere everybody wants somewhere

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    Another planning-related song

    I always liked Hüsker Dü's "Divide and Conquer." I don't remember all the lyrics offhand, but these stuck in my head:

    "There's lots of area codes
    and 9-digit zip codes
    secret decoder ring codes
    Arteries, shopping nodes"

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    Husker Du!

    Husker Du was one of the greatest bands of all time. Got to see them in 1985 on the "New Day Rising" tour. I used to be in a band that covered "Divide and Conquer" - what a great song!

    Thanks for the reminder!

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    Nothing But Flowers

    It may be a little bit of a stretch, but how about the Talking Heads' "Nothing But Flowers"?

    (Nothing But) Flowers
    The Talking Heads
    Here we stand
    Like an Adam and an Eve
    Waterfalls
    The Garden of Eden
    Two fools in love
    So beautiful and strong
    The birds in the trees
    Are smiling upon them
    From the age of the dinosaurs
    Cars have run on gasoline
    Where, where have they gone?
    Now, it's nothing but flowers

    There was a factory
    Now there are mountains and rivers
    you got it, you got it

    We caught a rattlesnake
    Now we got something for dinner
    we got it, we got it

    There was a shopping mall
    Now it's all covered with flowers
    you've got it, you've got it

    If this is paradise
    I wish I had a lawnmower
    you've got it, you've got it

    Years ago
    I was an angry young man
    I'd pretend
    That I was a billboard
    Standing tall
    By the side of the road
    I fell in love
    With a beautiful highway
    This used to be real estate
    Now it's only fields and trees
    Where, where is the town
    Now, it's nothing but flowers
    The highways and cars
    Were sacrificed for agriculture
    I thought that we'd start over
    But I guess I was wrong

    Once there were parking lots
    Now it's a peaceful oasis
    you got it, you got it

    This was a Pizza Hut
    Now it's all covered with daisies
    you got it, you got it

    I miss the honky tonks,
    Dairy Queens, and 7-Elevens
    you got it, you got it

    And as things fell apart
    Nobody paid much attention
    you got it, you got it

    I dream of cherry pies,
    Candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies
    you got it, you got it

    We used to microwave
    Now we just eat nuts and berries
    you got it, you got it

    This was a discount store,
    Now it's turned into a cornfield
    you got it, you got it

    Don't leave me stranded here
    I can't get used to this lifestyle.

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    The obvious

    I failed to note the obvious--"Subdivisions" by Rush. And the Pretenders' "Back to Ohio." There are a lot of "paving it over" references out there. Midnight Oil has a bunch of planning referneces too. "The Shipyards of New Zealand" is the one that comes to mind.

    Thanks for the XTC reference. I never listened to "Ball and Chain" with that slant.

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    can think of a couple more: 'hatfield 1980,' by everything but the girl, and "custom concern" by modest mouse ... here's the latter:

    Their custom concern for the people
    Build up the monuments and steeples
    To wear out our eyes
    I get up just about noon
    My head sends a message for me
    to reach for my shoes then walk
    Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta get a job
    Goes through the parking lot fields
    Doesn't see no signs that they will yield
    And then thought, this'll never end
    This'll never end, this'll never stop
    Message read on the bathroom wall
    Says, "I don't feel at all like I fall."
    And we're losing all touch, losing all touch
    Building a desert

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    Rising Above Bedlam

    I wanted to include the words to the title track for Rising Above Bedlam by Jah Wobble, but I couldn't find them anywhere. You can get the idea what he's thinking about from this meditation on urban sprawl in the UK:

    A13

    A13:
    The Ancestral Trek Eastwards
    The Spiritual path from the crumbling shop facades of
    Commercial Road
    Many Flyovers to marshland of Essex:
    Land reclaimed;
    My soul reclaimed.

    A13
    Ceases to be an arterial road
    Becomes a guideline,
    Pathway of the astral plane:
    A way of life; a way of death;
    A giant metaphor for nowhere.

    Oh land of my fathers, ancient Celtic warrior race,
    How are your tomatoes doing?

    A13, forever 3am
    Around and around the Rainham roundabout
    In gentle rain

    Absence of hope; absence of pain

    A13: cars race thrusting back-to-back
    Like a ritualistic symbol of the sexual act.
    These brave men: sales reps,
    Overseers of the Ford production line,
    Frontiersmen.
    Their wives were blue eye-makeup and drive a smaller car
    To see Mum in poplar, when they have Thursday off from their job in Asda's.

    Ohh, A13.

    I don't want to move to higher spiritual planes.
    I want to forget Destiny.
    I want to travel the A13 for Eternity.
    I love your oil refineries, motor factors, motor works,
    Sewage plants, factory farming, theme pubs, launderettes,
    Transport caffs, haulage firms, betting shops,
    People who look so dour.
    Swaggering, aggressive young men who hate themselves,
    A carbon-copy of dad, who really passed it on.
    And their sisters, bleached-blonde, already typecast in the role of
    Victim.

    And it's perfect, Oh so perfect:
    It makes me feel so cold inside,
    And that's familiar territory.

    Oh barren, hopeless highway of Essex
    I love you.

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    Re: Rising Above Bedlam

    rustbelt wrote:
    Oh barren, hopeless highway of Essex
    I love you.
    There are people who drive around Essex just to avoid that road (and the drivers)...

    Most 'English' songs in this vein are more about dysfunctional/dystopic neighbourhoods and roads than cities as such. Good ones to look at are Space's "My Neighbourhood" ("They want to knock us down 'cos they think we're scum/ but we will all be waiting when the bulldozers come!") and Madness's "Our House" (sounds like cheerful ska until you start listening to the verses)
    Glorious Technicolor, Breath-Taking CinemaScope and Stereophonic Sound!

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    Yusuf Islam (The Artist Formerly Known as Cat Stevens)

    Where Do the Children Play

    Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
    Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
    Switch on summer from a slot machine.
    Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.

    I know we've come a long way,
    We're changing day to day,
    But tell me, where do the children play?

    Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
    For your lorryloads pumping petrol gas.
    And you make them long, and you make them tough.
    But they just go on and on, and it seems you can't get off.

    Oh, I know we've come a long way,
    We're changing day to day,
    But tell me, where do the children play?

    When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air.
    Will you keep on building higher
    'til there's no more room up there?
    Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
    Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

    I know we've come a long way,
    We're changing day to day,
    But tell me, where do the children play?
    All these years the people said he’s actin’ like a kid.
    He did not know he could not fly, so he did.
    - - Guy Clark, "The Cape"

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    Yes, yes post more I want to make a cd of planning related songs.

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    Little Boxes (Ticky Tacky)
    Written by: Malvina Reynolds Artist: Pete Seeger
    From the album: We Shall Overcome (Pete Seeger at Carnegie Hall) Originally released: 1963

    Little boxes on the hillside,
    Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
    Little boxes, little boxes,
    Little boxes, all the same.
    There's a green one and a pink one
    And a blue one and a yellow one
    And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
    And they all look just the same.

    And the people in the houses
    All go to the university,
    And they all get put in boxes,
    Little boxes, all the same.
    And there's doctors and there's lawyers
    And business executives,
    And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
    And they all look just the same.

    And they all play on the golf-course,
    And drink their Martini dry,
    And they all have pretty children,
    And the children go to school.
    And the children go to summer camp
    And then to the university,
    And they all get put in boxes
    And they all come out the same.

    And the boys go into business,
    And marry, and raise a family,
    And they all get put in boxes,
    Little boxes, all the same.
    There's a green one and a pink one
    And a blue one and a yellow one
    And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
    And they all look just the same.
    Oddball
    Why don't you knock it off with them negative waves?
    Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here?
    Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
    From Kelly's Heroes (1970)


    Are you sure you're not hurt ?
    No. Just some parts wake up faster than others.
    Broke parts take a little longer, though.
    From Electric Horseman (1979)

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    the Hudson Valley's Singing Environmental Planner

    What Do You Love More Than Love

    Well the mountain was so beautiful
    That this guy built a mall and a pizza shack
    Yeah he built an ugly city because
    He wanted the mountain to love him back

    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love
    When you know that you won't get your heart in that stone
    When you drop your tools and you stand alone
    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love

    Well when my love felt like another addiction
    I held my breath and I packed my bags
    And I went to the land of the monastery
    And the sunshine children and the prayer flags

    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love
    When you feel your soul go beyond your skin
    When you know that's the way that it's always been
    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love

    Well, I climbed a mountain and I thought about attachment
    And I thought about the Buddhist King
    He said, "You can keep your superpower
    It just short circuits my country"

    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love
    When you question what your desire is for
    When you don't just figure that you just want more
    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love

    Well I love the way the world is your garden
    And you plant your seeds and you let them grow
    And you take things out of the ground just like
    You take what comes, but you never know

    Yeah, and the mountain is so beautiful
    And we don't know if we're any good at all
    And we give our love when we think we still need it
    Yeah we give and give and fall and fall

    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love
    When the giving is all that you ever get back
    Oh how long do you love like that
    Can you tell me oh, how to love
    Hey what do you love more than love
    Hey what do you love more than love
    "Yeehaw!" is not a foreign policy

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    As posted by DAN
    "My wife (and fellow planner) is talking about an Abba tune I don't remember, which is called...." (how do you do that qoute box?)

    "I Am The City"

    Coming through a cloud you're looking at me from above
    And I'm a revelation spreading out before your eyes
    And you find me beautiful and irresistible
    A giant creature that forever seems to grow in size
    And you feel a strange attraction
    The air is vibrant and electrified
    Welcome to me here I am my arms are open wide

    Somewhere in the middle of the neverending noise
    There is a constant steady rhythm of a heart that beats
    And a million voices blend into a single voice
    And you can hear it in the clamour of the crowded streets
    People come and take their chances
    Sometimes you win sometimes you lose a lot
    Come make your own contribution to this melting pot

    I'm the street you walk
    The language you talk
    I am the city
    The skyline is me and the energy
    I am the city
    The famous hotels and the cocktail bars
    And the funny smells
    And the turmoil the cars and the people
    The air that you're breathing is me
    Yes I am the city you let me be

    People feed me with their lives I am a hungry soul
    And they all worship me and pay their homage day and night
    Every day I knew a lot of tired shopping feet
    But come the night they will be dancing in the neon light
    Dazzled by the crazy magic
    They're grabbing pieces of the fatted calf
    And in the wind if you listen hard you'll hear me laugh

    I'm the street you walk
    The language you talk
    I am the city
    The skyline is me and the energy
    I am the city
    The famous hotels and the cocktail bars
    And the funny smells
    And the turmoil the cars and the people
    The parks and the squares that you see
    All the sounds that you hear
    And the air that you're breathing is me
    Yes I am the city you let me be

    I am the city
    You let me be
    I am the city

    The famous hotels and the cocktail bars
    And the funny smells
    And the turmoil the cars and the people
    The air that you're breathing is me

    [Last line is sung simultaneously with next line]

    Coming through a cloud
    You're looking at me from above
    And I'm a revelation spreading out before your eyes

    [Last line is sung simultaneously with next line]

    I'm the street you walk
    The language you talk
    I am the city
    Yes I am the city you let me be

    And you find me beautiful and irresistible
    A giant creature that forever seems to grow in size

    [Last line is sung simultaneously with next line]

    The skyline is me and the energy
    I am the city

    You let me be

    Somewhere in the middle of the neverending noise
    There is a constant steady rhythm of a heart that beats

    [Last line is sung simultaneously with next line]

    I'm the street you walk
    The language you talk
    I am the city
    Yes I am the city you let me be

    And a million voices blend into a single voice
    And you can hear it in the clamour of the crowded streets

    [Last line is sung simultaneously with next line]

    The skyline is me and the energy
    I am the city

    You let me be
    Oddball
    Why don't you knock it off with them negative waves?
    Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here?
    Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
    From Kelly's Heroes (1970)


    Are you sure you're not hurt ?
    No. Just some parts wake up faster than others.
    Broke parts take a little longer, though.
    From Electric Horseman (1979)

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    Morrissey'a "Every Day is Like Sunday" might be a good song about urban renewal. I won't put down the whole song but there were some good lyrics worth repeating like...

    This is the coastal town
    That they forgot to close down
    Armageddon - come Armageddon!
    Come, Armageddon! Come!

    Everyday is like Sunday
    Everyday is silent and grey

    Hide on the promenade
    Etch a postcard :
    "How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
    In the seaside town
    ...that they forgot to bomb
    Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

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