Goodbye, New York

So long to New York City
It’s time for me to go
I’ve gotten what I came for
Don’t need u any mo’

Brooklyn, hipsters, cafes, and bars
Grad school, parties, friends
I wouldn’t trade it for the world
But my time here’s at an end

Off to new adventures
The mountains, rivers, bears
I’ll miss the city now and then
But I gotta shift my gears

For I’d rather wander round the globe
Seeing all that I can see
Than let the darkness of the city
Keep its claws on me

And I’d rather crash on couches
And wander empty streets
And camp on hidden riverbeds
With blisters on my feet

I’d rather stay up late at night
To watch the stars that shoot
Than wake up sad and groggy
To make the work commute

I’d rather eat the simple foods
Like cheese and beans and rice
Than dine at fancy diners
And pay a hefty price

I’d rather let my hair grow long
And I’ll grow my beard out too
I’ll let my hands get grubby
And my eyes get black and blue

Goodbye you metal shining beast
And your dirty streets and noise
Goodbye to constant motion
And your pretty prancing boys

Goodbye to New York City
Brooklyn, adieu, adieu
I have to light out on the road
And tromp away from you

Goodbye, New York, farewell, so long
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
You’ve got no tears to spare for me
So neither will I cry

Time to shed my New York self
It's true
And craft a man anew
Taking up a new way
Where it leads I can’t say
But to New York, I say adieu

is nyc a pussie abt snow?

nyc
u r a pussie
when it comes 2 snow
snow! don’t u know
it’s just snow, that’s all
what it does best is fall
on the street
where earth & sky meet
it’ll melt all away
just wait 1 effing day
jesus, nyc
u sure r a pussie
haven't u been to chicago?
oh no?
the winters there
are 10X as cold and bare
than winters here
and yet u begin 2 fear
at the slightest sight
of a snowflake in flight
nyc, ur so effing lame
winters here r so tame
compared 2 the home
where i was grown
in the hearty midwest
where we have hair on our chest
& eat lots of meat
while the winter we greet
with a roar and a hoot
as we tug on our boots
2 roll in the cold
whether we're young or we're old
but u, nyc
ur such a pussie
grow a pair of balls
while the pretty snow falls
on the streets and the roofs
on the str8s and the poofs
get on the train
don't b so G-damn lame
ride 2 work
don't b a jerk
don't cancel school
it's just snow, u fool!
jesus holy god
ur such a nim rod
so stop ur complaining
it's not entertaining
it's just G-damn snow
nyc, don't u know?
it’ll melt all away
just wait 1 effing day
jesus, nyc
u sure r a pussie
when it comes 2 snow
snow -
snow -
snow!!!
it's just snow,
don't u know

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why can't nyc handle snow?
is it b/c there's nowhere for snow to go?
or is it b/c ppl r just 'effing pussies'?
why is every snow storm in nyc classified an 'OMFG BLIZZZZZARD!!!!'
where were u during the BLIZZARD 2k10/2k11/2k12/2k13/2k69/3k42???
is this the most 'authentically meaningful' short film abt sbow u've evr seen???:

sick of being a useless intern?

i wake up early every day
and ride to work on the L & C subway
some might think i've got it made
the problem is - i don't get paid

i'm just a useless intern, see
no one wants to employ me
i pay my rent with student loans
& the cost of living makes me groan
i've had a lot of internships now
at elite museums - you wonder, 'how?'?
i guess i'm a sort of smartish bro
but if smarts are enough, i do not know

i build models, do research, and write reports
i've done collections, exhibits - work of all sorts
i have degrees from two prestigious universities
and i'm G-damn sick of working for free!
can i have a job, please, in new york or san fran?
or some sunny city where i'll get a good tan?
can i start getting paid to do all this work?
or will i keep interning, and just go berserk?

it's not like i care a lot about money
but i do like to buy that expensive organic honey
i'd like to buy my parents some stuff -
of this crippling debt i've just had enough!
i know i'm young, and i should get some experience
but really - i get it - that's not what my fear is
my fear is that no one will give me a shot
and i'll intern till i'm 40 whether i like it or not

sick to death of paying my dues
why can't i just get paid like you?
just want to do some meaningful work -
but maybe i will just go tot'ly berserk
i'm just a useless intern, see
no one wants to employ me
so sing a lament for the sad intern bro
a lost, confused, and wandering soul
majoring in english & museum studies
is the choice that i made
so now i'm a hopeless intern -
never paid

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r u a useless intern?
what was ur 'most meaningful' internship?
r u a useless '20-something'?
how do u get by in the competitive 'useless 20-something' market?
how do u 'pay ur bills'?
do u have a 'real' job?
do u just get all ur money from ur rich-ass parents?
will i get a job?
will i get a job that i '"'like'"'?

bedford ave?

Breathe in the smoke
And the lights
Of Bedford Avenue
On a Saturday night

Hundreds of hipsters
Hoarding down Bedford
Useless humans
Being useless
Eating hamburgers and
Sipping mochas in
Café windows
Browsing for avant-garde
Albums and zines
Thrifting and searching
For art
Authenticity
Meaning
Which genre of human
You fit into
Plodding north
Plodding south
Holding hands
Or sitting alone
Scribbling in moleskins
Or pushing strollers
Wearing babies and small dogs
As a fashion accessory

These are the sounds
These are the sights
of Bedford Avenue
On a Saturday night

Nowhere better to be
Than Bedford Avenue
On a Saturday night
Smoking a Newport or a Clove
Stop into the organic market
Or the cheese shop
Or get some wine
Wear a beard
And your unshowered skin
Your bedbug bites and dandruff
Squinting through coke bottle glasses
Strutting and breathing
In your boots and jeans
Girlfriends and boyfriends
In a candle-lit café
Or strolling the street
Drinking Bud-Lite
From a bag

Welcome to the lights
Such alternative sights
On Bedford Avenue
On a Saturday night

Fags with fat girls
Dykes with pierced ears
And children and moms
Having somewhere to be
Someone to see
You are someone
In the city
In the show
Of hair and teeth
Wheezing coffee breath
Yogurt
Meat
Skateboards and bikes
Scarves and guitars
Headphones, yawning beards
Keep walking
Keep going

And breathe in the smoke
And the lights
Of Bedford Avenue
On a Saturday night
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is bedford ave the most authentic/relevant/meaningful street in bk/NYC/America/the World?
what's ur fav relevant bar/thai restaurant/cafe/record store/thrift store/bodega/organic foods market on bedford ave?
will the new duane reade 'crush' kings pharmacy?
is bedford ave a street, or more of a 'state-of-mind' [via being tanked/danked]?
do black ppl still live in bk?
r hipsters 'the effing dead-end of western cultural civilizations'?
r u just another lonely bro, sitting in a cafe window counter, surfing the internets on your macbook/writing meaningful lyrics in a moleskine, wearing giant noise-canceling dr dre headphones?
do ppl in new york actually do anything?

what r these sounds?

listen
to the
symphony
of
the city

the rattle
of
plastic cups
on
pavement

and the
squeeech
of
bus brakes

a vruumvruummmming
motorcycle
on the
overpass

and
latin music
from the
cantina
across
the street

listen
to this
awful
wonderful
place

put
your
ear
down
to the
sidewalk cracks

and
listen
to the
thumping
of
bike wheels
on
bedford
foot flaps
on
union
the hot hum
of the
subway
worming
through the
underbelly

listen
and
taste
the sickness
and
respawning
of
air
one eye
in
one eye
out


and it
sings
to you
and you
listen