BE: Streetlight People & Pop Sops

[Joe Allonby]

Seriously. These are the lyrics. Utter nonsense.


Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Goin' anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train
Goin' anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching
In the night
Streetlights, people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin', somewhere in the night

Workin' hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win
Some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching
In the night
Streetlights, people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin', somewhere in the night

[Instrumental Interlude]

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights, people
Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Streetlights, people

On Sat, Sep 21, 2013 at 6:46 PM, Joe Allonby <joeallonby at gmail.com> wrote:
> They say Windsor Ontario is quite nice.
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> On Sat, Sep 21, 2013 at 6:06 PM,  <eburns at gmail.com> wrote:
>> Not to mention that the Map is not the Territory; "South Detroit" is not really a place at all, and may in fact be in Canada, let alone a place where a city boy could be born and raised.
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>> Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
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>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: "Rev'd Seventy-Six" <revd.76 at gmail.com>
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>> Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 13:25:50
>> To: Joe Allonby<joeallonby at gmail.com>
>> Cc: John Bailey<sundayjb at gmail.com>; Joseph S. Barrera III<joe at barrera.org>; pynchon-l at waste.org<pynchon-l at waste.org>
>> Subject: Re: BE: Streetlight People & Pop Sops
>>
>> You're telling me? I owe Casey Kasem major earwigs for pushing it on
>> my parents' generation, and the situation has hardly changed with
>> mine. College kids not yet numbed between their auditory orifices by a
>> ceaseless poison slurry of Jimmy Buffet, Fleetwood Mac, Phish, and
>> 32-minute "covers" of Fire On The goddamn Mountain still belly-stagger
>> blearily up to the digital juke every night, ten min to last call, in
>> the hopes of inciting one last singalong, never mind the flinty gaze
>> of the bartender as she jams a rag in the neck of a bottle bacardi and
>> fingers her Bic.
>>
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