They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.
Pogues “Fairytale of New York”
[broadway & 47th]
Shoplifting, squatting, sabotage, graffiti…these are the little victories; they do not win us control over our lives, simply more breathing room. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.
Edward Abbey Desert Solitaire
[Delancey & Forsyth]
You know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I lose my blues when the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It’s the New York City rhythm runnin’ through my life
The poundin’ beat of the city’s streets that keeps my dreams alive
I’m lost, I’m found, I’m up, I’m down but somehow I survive
Barry Manilow “New York City Rhythm”
New York is an arrogant city; it has always wanted to be all things to all people, and a surprising amount of the time it has succeeded. It has always been a city of commerce, and the values of commerce have tended to supercede other values. There is no pretense here of excessive gentility, and the rush was always to the new, the large, the prosperous, the fashionable.
[70th & York] [shout out to fellow Montclair-ite Bobbi Brown!]
This is because you can find pretty much the best of everything in NYC.
Penelope Trunk “Do You Belong in NYC?”
[entrance to Lincoln tunnel]