I've just realised though that the lyrics I copied have a mistake. It's not upholstered walls at all but "the postered walls"! (Duly corrected in original comment)
It's on imeem and as far as I can tell you can listen to the whole song without needing to sign up. Google (song title + mp3) and iTunes will probably yield alternatives.
Here's an excerpt from my favourite song that manages to evoke the spirit of New York (and a New York friendship) without mentioning it once:
Another hundred people just got off of the train And came up through the ground, While another hundred people just got off of the bus And are looking around At another hundred people who got off of the plane And are looking at us Who got off of the train And the plane and the bus Maybe yesterday.
It's a city of strangers, Some come to work, some to play. A city of strangers, Some come to stare, some to stay. And every day The ones who stay Can find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks, By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks, And they walk together past the postered walls with the crude remarks. And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never know. "Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?" "Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain." "Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain?" "Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain." And another hundred people just got off of the train.…
(That first verse is most effective if sung, or said, in one breath. It gives it a nice "freneticity".)
They are Ecuadorean pants! (That I use as pajamas) Thank you all... I fell in love with a pumpkin I saw on flickr and tried to make mine look the same. --Mission accomplished--
A New York friendship is apparently all you can get in this city: everyone is just too busy to have a real relationship with someone else, so there is no way to take your friendship to the next level - that is, out of the place where you first met your New York friend - your workplace, your gym, your school...
(Actually, I had my very first pumpkin-carving today, at my place, with a colleague of my partner's. So I cannot complain today.)
Thanks for the link, frindley! I'm not familiar with imeem... so an extra thank you for introducing me to this site.
I've just realised though that the lyrics I copied have a mistake. It's not upholstered walls at all but "the postered walls"! (Duly corrected in original comment)
I like that song :)
Here's one link to Another Hundred People from Company by Stephen Sondheim.
It's on imeem and as far as I can tell you can listen to the whole song without needing to sign up. Google (song title + mp3) and iTunes will probably yield alternatives.
Link to the song, please.
I'm listening to it right now, for the first time. Thank you, frindley...
Here's an excerpt from my favourite song that manages to evoke the spirit of New York (and a New York friendship) without mentioning it once:
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground,
While another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are looking around
At another hundred people who got off of the plane
And are looking at us
Who got off of the train
And the plane and the bus
Maybe yesterday.
It's a city of strangers,
Some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
Some come to stare, some to stay.
And every day
The ones who stay
Can find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks,
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks,
And they walk together past the postered walls with the crude remarks.
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends who they never know.
"Do I pick you up or do I meet you there or shall we let it go?"
"Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain."
"Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain?"
"Look, I'll call you in the morning or my service will explain."
And another hundred people just got off of the train.…
(That first verse is most effective if sung, or said, in one breath. It gives it a nice "freneticity".)
There was no way I could misunderstand your comment, frog :-)
I wasn't making fun of your pants, Pro. They look Ecuadorean comfy... but I like your Sardinian face best.
I like your pumpkin face best, Pro. It says it all. And the man pants are fab. :-)
Pro, obviously you:
1. have friends
2. are a masterful pumpkin carver
3. wear pants that are teh alsome
4. have way more fun than I do
That really is a cute pumpkin face. :)
They are Ecuadorean pants! (That I use as pajamas)
Thank you all... I fell in love with a pumpkin I saw on flickr and tried to make mine look the same.
--Mission accomplished--
Fab! I love the mouth! Kinda looks like he's got a dead ferret in his teeth. I like your face too, Pro! Love the pants/curtains!
I'm afraid I must agree with the bilbster: skeleton girl's likeness is the best.
But all three pumpkins are most excellent.
Or curtains?
Pro, are you wearing pajama bottoms?
I dig the idea of trying to look like the pumpkin you carved. But the skeleton girl wins.
Now, if you want to see my pumpkin face...
Because YOU made it, Pro, I love your pumpkin face.
Here you are. The one with the stupid face (right).
Pro - did you go traditional jack-o-lantern -- or did you get all artistic?
This must only apply to people who move to the city; the settlers.
A New York friendship is apparently all you can get in this city: everyone is just too busy to have a real relationship with someone else, so there is no way to take your friendship to the next level - that is, out of the place where you first met your New York friend - your workplace, your gym, your school...
(Actually, I had my very first pumpkin-carving today, at my place, with a colleague of my partner's. So I cannot complain today.)
From your lips...
It does now. Let's have it be a friendship between a Jew and a Gentile.
I'm surprised this idiom doesn't actually exist.