tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2525561676527540046.post5695522183692887538..comments2023-10-29T07:06:26.059-04:00Comments on Places and Spaces: Quote of the DayDavid Tullochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13099798720205096211noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2525561676527540046.post-75916639730183672712010-12-02T19:26:44.444-05:002010-12-02T19:26:44.444-05:00Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Centra...Riding on the City of New Orleans,<br />Illinois Central Monday morning rail<br />Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,<br />Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.<br /><br />All along the southbound odyssey<br />The train pulls out at Kankakee<br />Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.<br />Passin' trains that have no names,<br />Freight yards full of old black men<br />And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.<br /><br />CHORUS:<br />Good morning America how are you?<br />Don't you know me I'm your native son,<br />I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,<br />I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.<br /><br />Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.<br />Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.<br />Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle<br />Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.<br />And the sons of pullman porters<br />And the sons of engineers<br />Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.<br />Mothers with their babes asleep,<br />Are rockin' to the gentle beat<br />And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.<br /><br />CHORUS<br /><br />Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,<br />Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.<br />Half way home, we'll be there by morning<br />Through the Mississippi darkness<br />Rolling down to the sea.<br />And all the towns and people seem<br />To fade into a bad dream<br />And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.<br />The conductor sings his song again,<br />The passengers will please refrain<br />This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.<br /><br />Good night, America, how are you?<br />Don't you know me I'm your native son,<br />I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,<br />I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.Bill Wolfehttp://www.wolfenotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2525561676527540046.post-17800090877073784382010-12-01T22:40:59.089-05:002010-12-01T22:40:59.089-05:00This is totally about an urban planner. Right?
He...This is totally about an urban planner. Right?<br /><br />Her name is Yoshimi<br />She's a black belt in karate<br />Working for the city<br />She has to discipline her body<br />Because she knows that it's demanding<br />To defeat these evil machines<br />I know she can beat them<br /><br />-The Flaming LipsPukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10254738801638342454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2525561676527540046.post-12166412880276683052010-12-01T19:24:50.308-05:002010-12-01T19:24:50.308-05:00These songs may not be directly related to plannin...These songs may not be directly related to planning, but certainly strike a chord:<br /><br />Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell<br />("They paved paradise and put up a parking lot").<br /><br />Ohio by The Pretenders<br />("I went back to Ohio, but my pretty countryside, had been paved down the middle, by a government that had no pride...")KBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06383033616956233578noreply@blogger.com