gil scott heron – new york is killing me

gil scott heron – new york is killing me

The end of my medical condition, an end to my long standing suffering, the clapping hands clapping for the heavenly man, the sun shining in the eyes of the Tennessee… Read more…

the black keys – brooklyn bound

the black keys – brooklyn bound

Outside inside the bright light big city, in a carousel horse spinning living room, the heartbreak story just another form of the heartbreak glory, down Chrystie St towards Broome, another… Read more…

frank sinatra – fly me to the moon

frank sinatra – fly me to the moon

I am packing my bags for New York City tomorrow and the hustle and the bustle, where everything moves moves moves and speed is your friend and the pace is… Read more…

kindness – swinging party

kindness – swinging party

Mine is old and faded and yellow stitched with maroon seams, bell shaped, drum shaped jewel, protecting me from the blond beams, without ribbons or mosaics just the spirit of… Read more…

bahamas – caught me thinking

bahamas – caught me thinking

Pluck the strings and the slide down the neck and warble and ring, into hyper drive and pluck that teenage beat, and feel the summer sand beneath your feet, and… Read more…

hollis brown – gypsy black cat

hollis brown – gypsy black cat

From the first notes and driving beat of the drums you can smell the dust and dirt settling underneath a melting sun, the squint in my eyes as we ride… Read more…

sol – stage dive

sol – stage dive

Simple, timeless, feel-good hip hop that has me nodding my nog to the hypnotic loop and hushed rain drop keys, the slow motion shot of the hustler’s on the stoop,… Read more…

owsley brothers – hot mess

owsley brothers – hot mess

A forked tongue is a tongue split into two distinct tines at the tip, crawling through the battle mud, on belly and chest, fighting the devil’s grip, with the ghost… Read more…

dr. dog – heavy light

dr. dog – heavy light

A rambling circus of psychedelic pop, bounces off, the juggling bear through the lions square to the lady with the big brown beard, the tight wire wound tightly above me,… Read more…

david bromberg – sharon

david bromberg – sharon

All the carnival lights and wheels and clowns, with all the carnie hustler’s hustling in the bad city fair grounds, all the citizens you wonder aloud where do these people… Read more…

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