| The moment of impact bursts through the silence and in a roar of sound,
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| the final second is prolonged in a world of echoes as if the concrete and clay
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| of broadway itself was reliving its memorie
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| E last great march past. |
| newsman stands limp as a whimper as audience and event
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| are locked as one. |
| bing crosby coos «you dont have to feel pain to sing the
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| blues, you dont have to holla —
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| Dont feel a thing in your dollar collar."martin luther king cries «everybody sing!"and rings the grand old liberty bell. |
| leary, weary of his
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| prison cell, walks on heaven, talks
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| Ell. |
| j.f.k. |
| gives the o.k. |
| to shoot us, sipping orange julius and lemon brutus.
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| bare breasted cowboy double decks the triple champion. |
| who needs medicare and
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| the 35c flat rate fare, when fred as And ginger rogers are dancing through the air? |
| from broadway melody stereotypes
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| the band returns to stars and stripes bringing a tear to the moonshiner,
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| whos been pouring out his spirit from
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| Illegal still. |
| the pawn broker clears the noisy t Ill and clutches his lucky dollar bill.
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| Echoes of the broadway everglades,
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| With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
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| Lenny bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
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| Marshall mcluhan, casual viewin, head buried in the sand.
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| Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but theres no ship sailing.
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| Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline
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| Failing.
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| Klu klux klan serve hot soul food and the band plays in the mood
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| The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, theres a smell of Peach blossom and bitter almonde.
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| Caryl chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he knows
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| In a scent, you can bottle all you made.
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| Theres howard hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the
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| Majorettes smoking winston cigarettes.
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| And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
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| With needles; |
| needles and pins.
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| Then the blackout. |