01 December 2010

Quote of the Day

"Boy, if somebody could write a song about [city planning] I'd have to stand up and cheer for them. No. There are some things you just can't write songs about."

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3 comments:

KB said...

These songs may not be directly related to planning, but certainly strike a chord:

Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell
("They paved paradise and put up a parking lot").

Ohio by The Pretenders
("I went back to Ohio, but my pretty countryside, had been paved down the middle, by a government that had no pride...")

December 1, 2010 at 7:24 PM
Puk said...

This is totally about an urban planner. Right?

Her name is Yoshimi
She's a black belt in karate
Working for the city
She has to discipline her body
Because she knows that it's demanding
To defeat these evil machines
I know she can beat them

-The Flaming Lips

December 1, 2010 at 10:40 PM
Bill Wolfe said...

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.

All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

CHORUS

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

December 2, 2010 at 7:26 PM

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