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[display_podcast]Street People | March 1978 | Song #15
Come into the silence of the crowded street
There are some faces I’d like you to meet
The ones that look like locked doors
Concealing what’s inside
The ones who don’t reveal to you
The music of their minds
That man knows his beer glass
Like a jeweler knows his jewels
Another man knows his empty pockets
Like a school boy knows his rules
And the young man who just passed us now
Is searching for a friend
Who understands his solitude
And knows how to make it end…
Refrain:
Stand inside the echoes
Of this cold concrete
It’s like an ever moving photograph
Never to be complete
Hold the silence in your hand
Feel that it is wise
Assemble all your senses
and place them in your eyes
That girl knows the sidewalk
Like a songbird knows its cage
She’s a year from home and tired
Of lying about her age
The business men who know her best
Don’t know her very well
They’re too caught up inside themselves
With what she has to sell
Refrain:
Stand inside the echoes
Of this cold concrete
It’s like an ever moving photograph
Never to be complete
Hold the silence in your hand
Feel that it is wise
Assemble all your senses
and place them in your eyes
See the old man with the spaniel dog?
He loves it like a son
And sometimes in his room at night
He dreams that he is young
Some “victim of society” just stole a lady’s purse
He eats the ground with his strong legs
And accelerates in bursts…
Refrain:
Stand inside the echoes
Of this cold concrete
It’s like an ever moving photograph
Never to be complete
Hold the silence in your hand
Feel that it is wise
Assemble all your senses
and place them in your eyes
© Mark Shepard 1978-2008. All rights reserved.
Commentary: Pretty self explanatory. I just wrote it as I saw it in my mind’s eye. Any photographers out there willing to collaborate with me on a slide show or video for this?
As always, please share this post and help me get these songs out into the ears of people who might appreciate them! Thanks! – Mark
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