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Ev’rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But a-what can a poor boy do
‘Cept to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
‘Cause in sleepy L-I-C
There’s just no place for a street fighting man, no

Well we don’t have Amazon to kick around anymore, because, gentlemen, they’ve moved on. Which leaves very little to talk about here in Long Island City, at least this week. Another month of this and I may have to come up with some original material. As for the other guys, here’s a few scraps