| Mind numbing, mentally crushing, membrane sloshing noise.
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| Manhattan rumbled through night and I never knew that.
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| Had suspected, had read it on t-shirts: 'The city that never sleeps.'
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| But didn’t need to believe it.
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| The onliest sound I believed was the train pulling out, heard from 'bout 6
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| blocks away.
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| That was an all night sound. |
| Smooth, not chatter.
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| The noise was too noisy.
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| I mean noisier than noise had to be.
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| Noisier than the splash sound of the shore upon the roar of a 757 taking the
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| summer route.
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| Upon mom vex cause little kids don’t listen.
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| Noise bigger than blockbuster videos playing in the next room at the 4am
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| matinee and the was just noise.
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| I mean noisier than noise should be.
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| Not ear deafening, mind numbing, mentally crushing, membrane sloshing noise.
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| Keithie and his boys walked and talked shit nights but it was always distinct,
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| not chatter…
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| 'n'jersey girls didn’t giggle at the freaks, 'talianos sucking Corona bottles
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| making crashes fill the street,
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| Never plugged the void of my nights because the void was silence.
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| Over in Bushwick, the ice cream man pulled his truck over while, shall we say,
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| he got his popsickle sucked.
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| He pulled over his truck but the song kept on, all day, all night.
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| The song means the ice cream guy’s gettin’some — it don’t even mean ice cream.
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| 'Cause they hear the song and there’s no guy selling ice cream from the truck.
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| 'Sides, who got money to be giving kids every time they hear the song woven
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| between the sounds of car horns and latin rhythms. |