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A man enters into a dimly lit bar room a single ray of light streams through the broken shades covering the window, it is mid-day and the bar room is quiet a patron sits on there own in the corner of the bar nursing his drink and smoking heavily. The bartender stands polishing glasses behind the bar a vacant expression upon his face working on years of instinct he places the glass on a shell picking up the next from a tray behind the bar, a neon light behind the bar flickers advertising a local light beer. A thick miasma of smoke hangs in the air it dissipates occasionally due to a slowly rotating ceiling fan. As the man walks to the bar his eyes adjust to the dim light, he looks around to see faded pictures on the walls of long gone celebrities and bric-a-brac from customers and local events. He takes another look at the bartender, he looks tired, maybe in his late thirties, sunken eyes, unshaved, scruffy. The bartender is wearing a white shirt with black waistcoat and blue jeans. tattoos peak from under the collar of his shirt, the bartender looks up at man as he approaches the bar recognition in his eyes a slight smile and a greeting as he place the glass on the bar and towel over his shoulder he ask what can I get you? The new customer responds "whiskey two fingers", The bartender reaches for a bottle on the top shelf, the customer interrupts and says "not the top shelf, rotgut will be fine".

A man enters into a dimly lit bar room a single ray of light streams through the broken shades covering the window, it is mid-day and the bar room is quiet a patron sits on there own in the corner of the bar nursing his drink and smoking heavily. The bartender stands polishing glasses behind the bar a vacant expression upon his face working on years of instinct he places the glass on a shell picking up the next from a tray behind the bar, a neon light behind the bar flickers advertising a local light beer. A thick miasma of smoke hangs in the air it dissipates occasionally due to a slowly rotating ceiling fan. As the man walks to the bar his eyes adjust to the dim light, he looks around to see faded pictures on the walls of long gone celebrities and bric-a-brac from customers and local events. He takes another look at the bartender, he looks tired, maybe in his late thirties, sunken eyes, unshaved, scruffy. The bartender is wearing a white shirt with black waistcoat and blue jeans. tattoos peak from under the collar of his shirt, the bartender looks up at man as he approaches the bar recognition in his eyes a slight smile and a greeting as he place the glass on the bar and towel over his shoulder he ask what can I get you? The new customer responds "whiskey two fingers", The bartender reaches for a bottle on the top shelf, the customer interrupts and says "not the top shelf, rotgut will be fine".

Take the last train to Clarksville And I'll meet you at the station You can be here by 4:30 'Cause I've made your reservation Don't be slow Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no 'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning And I must see you again We'll have one more night together 'Til the morning brings my train And I must go Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no And I don't know if I'm ever comin' home Take the last train to Clarksville I'll be waiting at the station We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses And a bit of conversation Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Take the last train to Clarksville Now I must hang up the phone I can't hear you in this noisy railroad station, all alone I'm feelin' low Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no And I don't know if I'm ever coming home Oh Take the last train to Clarksville And I'll meet you at the station You can be here by 4:30 'Cause I've made your reservation Don't be slow Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no And I don't know if I'm ever coming home Take the last train to Clarksville Take the last train to Clarksville Take the last train to Clarksville Take the last train to Clarksville

Take the last train to Clarksville And I'll meet you at the station You can be here by 4:30 'Cause I've made your reservation Don't be slow Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no 'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning And I must see you again We'll have one more night together 'Til the morning brings my train And I must go Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no And I don't know if I'm ever comin' home Take the last train to Clarksville I'll be waiting at the station We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses And a bit of conversation Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no Take the last train to Clarksville Now I must hang up the phone I can't hear you in this noisy railroad station, all alone I'm feelin' low Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no And I don't know if I'm ever coming home Oh Take the last train to Clarksville And I'll meet you at the station You can be here by 4:30 'Cause I've made your reservation Don't be slow Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no, no And I don't know if I'm ever coming home Take the last train to Clarksville Take the last train to Clarksville Take the last train to Clarksville Take the last train to Clarksville

A busy 1950's American diner a beautiful waitress serves milkshakes behind the counter. A masculine American Soldier sits at the counter while a gorgeous secretary chooses a song on the juke box in the corner. A happy couple are sat in a window booth sharing an ice-cream sundae. Old tired business man carrying a briefcase and pays for his meal at the register. A Ford Thunderbird is parked out side the window, the sun shines of the chrome of the bumper. Across the road from the diner a couple meet the man is presenting the woman with red roses and heart shaped box of chocolates, the woman claps her hands in delight. The girl at the Juke box has started to dance as the business man leaves and the Local greaser raucously enter the diner joking and laughing. A family pulls up in front of the diner in a Chevy Bel Air, the Kids tumble out of the car playfully jostling each other slamming the car door behind them, mom and dad calm get out of the car smiling at their children as they run to the diner entrance. Two uniformed police officers walking the beat watch the family as they pass. Starlings sit in tree singing to each other as the police office continue down the street. An African American works at the gas station around the way as a mechanic, he is leant over the engine of a Ford F1, he stands up and and closes the hood or the truck then wipe the grease of his hands with an old oily rag before stuffing it in his back pocket.

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We built this city We built this city on rock and roll Built this city We built this city on rock and roll Say you don't know me or recognize my face Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight Too many runaways eating up the night Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Someone's always playing corporation games Who cares, they're always changing corporation names We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage They call us irresponsible, write us off the page Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll It's just another Sunday in a tired old street Police have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost the beat Who counts the money underneath the bar? Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars? Don't tell us you need us 'cause we're the ship of fools Looking for America, coming through your schools Don't you remember? (Remember) Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

We built this city We built this city on rock and roll Built this city We built this city on rock and roll Say you don't know me or recognize my face Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight Too many runaways eating up the night Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Someone's always playing corporation games Who cares, they're always changing corporation names We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage They call us irresponsible, write us off the page Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll It's just another Sunday in a tired old street Police have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost the beat Who counts the money underneath the bar? Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars? Don't tell us you need us 'cause we're the ship of fools Looking for America, coming through your schools Don't you remember? (Remember) Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

We built this city We built this city on rock and roll Built this city We built this city on rock and roll Say you don't know me or recognize my face Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight Too many runaways eating up the night Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Someone's always playing corporation games Who cares, they're always changing corporation names We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage They call us irresponsible, write us off the page Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll It's just another Sunday in a tired old street Police have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost the beat Who counts the money underneath the bar? Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars? Don't tell us you need us 'cause we're the ship of fools Looking for America, coming through your schools Don't you remember? (Remember) Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

We built this city We built this city on rock and roll Built this city We built this city on rock and roll Say you don't know me or recognize my face Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight Too many runaways eating up the night Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Someone's always playing corporation games Who cares, they're always changing corporation names We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage They call us irresponsible, write us off the page Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll It's just another Sunday in a tired old street Police have got the choke hold, oh, then we just lost the beat Who counts the money underneath the bar? Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars? Don't tell us you need us 'cause we're the ship of fools Looking for America, coming through your schools Don't you remember? (Remember) Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red And the brown, the purple and yellow But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie Let's rock, you don't stop Rock the riddle that will make your body rock Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on Hank, sing that song

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red And the brown, the purple and yellow But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie Let's rock, you don't stop Rock the riddle that will make your body rock Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on Hank, sing that song

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red And the brown, the purple and yellow But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie Let's rock, you don't stop Rock the riddle that will make your body rock Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along And next on the mike is my man Hank, come on Hank, sing that song

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