the_camera_eye ever dumbening well, i've grown tired of the lyrics that everyone loves to post on here, partly because the cutting and pasting is so lacking in creativity, partly because the songs posted are usually just professional versions of the self-pitying crap that is already so prevalent. so - ironically, hypocritically - i give you more lyrics (angst-washed, for your protection). don't worry, i won't make it a habit. stay black. homey j. --- The Camera Eye I Grim-faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets of Manhattan Head-first humanity Pause at a light Then flow through the streets of the city They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain Like an English rain So light, yet endless From a leaden sky The buildings are lost In their limitless rise My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city II Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales Steeped in the history of London Green and grey washes In a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster Wistful and weathered The pride still prevails Alive in the streets of the city Are they oblivious To this quality? A quality of light Unique to every city's streets Pavements may teem With intense energy But the city is calm In this violent sea Lyrics by Neil Peart (wailing by Ged) (wanking by Lerxt) --- howzabout a bit of commentary as well. i see this song as wonderful reminder of how each city has its own flavor and texture, that we may tend to forget about as were living in it. that 'vibe' that is more than just a summary of the constituent parts. let's invent a german word for it--platzgeist: spirit of the place (analogous to zeitgeist, or spirit of the times). look around your city, step outside of it, outside of yourself. can you taste it? 030205 ... jane aw you already came up with a word for it, two years before me. i like yours better. platzgeist it is. place ghost. 050302 ... z i often wish my eyes were cameras 050419 ... jane someone_give_me_a_grant_to_invent 071226 what's it to you? who go blather from