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News and Grooves June 15 Immigrant Dreams and American Nights

• Jim Murray

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I packed my dreams in a battered valise, left the old world for a taste of peace. The ocean roared, but the stars held tight. A dawn was calling through the endless night. My mother's tears still cling to my coat. Her whispered prayers kept my hopes afloat. Through the fog, I saw the harbor glow, a land of promise where the brave would go. Ooh America, hear my plea. A stranger's heart seeks to be free Through golden streets and skies that shine. I'll make your story forever mine. Forever mine. The city roared like a restless beast, each street a maze where I'd claim my feast. I bartered sweat for a crumb of gold. But in my hands, my dream took hold. I climbed the ladder, run by run, while every shadow spoke in tongues. Still, I rose like flames to the skies, with faith that never tells me lies. Ooh America, hear my plea. A stranger's heart seeks to be free Through golden streets and skies that shine. I'll make your story forever mine. I climbed the ladder, rung by rung, while every shadow spoke in tongues. Still, I rose like flames to the skies, with faith that never tells me lies. Ooh, america, hear my plea. A stranger's heart seeks to be free Through golden streets and skies that shine. I'll make your story forever, mine, forever, mine. We'll be right back.

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Poodle skirt, swaying hair done up so right. Eyes like candy, sweet as cherry pie. She smiled at me like stars in the sky. Jukebox humming tunes, buzzing the air, leather jacket, cool. But I didn't even care. She laughed when I fumbled, dropped my shake. Her sugar rush hit me hard. Heart started to ache.

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Oh mall shop queen, dreaming in neon glow, spinning, twirling on the checkered floor. Show, she's the kind of thrill the jukebox always seems. Oh mall shop queen, why'd you give me wings? Midnight struck, but we didn't wanna go. Dance moves, slick feet, tapping just so. Root beer floats and a double straw sip. Her laugh poured over like honey from her lips. Flickering lights as the shop was closing down. We stayed outside watch the sleepy little town. She twirled her hair smile, said see you real soon under the marquee and a glowing crescent moon. Oh, mall shop queen, dreaming in neon blue, spinning and twirling On the checkers. For sure she's the kind of thrill the jukebox always sings. Oh mall shop queen, why'd you give me wings? Engines growling, greasers roll by, but she's my spark, my light. Don't gotta try. Stars ain't shining. It's her light in the dark. A mall shop memory burning in my heart. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh. Mall shopin' in neon glow, standin' in and twirlin' on the checkered floor show. She's the kind of thrill that jukebox always sings. Oh, mouth Shop Queen, why'd you give me wings, busted streets full of cracked dreams, burned in sun, rip seats in your old junker car. So much fun.

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60 cents in our pockets, bottle of time in our pockets. Bottle of time, pour it out on evenings glowing with grime. Sixty cent nights, we were kings of the dirt Wine in our veins. No thought of the hurt Melody of wheels on pavement did sing To the stars. Above as the city's crown, we'd fling Radio screaming tunes we barely knew. Hands out the window Grabbing the night that flew. Who we were didn't matter. Under that streetlamp glow With every sip. We had Everywhere left to go.

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Sixty cent nights, we were kings of the dirt Wine in our veins. No thought of the hurt Melody of wheels on pavement did sing To stars above as the city's crown. We'd fling Kids breaking rules. Our anthem was loud, hearts pounding fast. We'd never kneel or bow, chasing horizons through cigarette smoke, laughing like life itself was a joke. We thought the wine bottle never run dry. We'd go faster with every mile flashing by, living for the twist, the turn, the spark, for the rush of rebellion Racing through the dark. We thought the wine bottle never run dry. We'd go faster with every mile flashing by, living for the twist, the turn, the spark, the rush of rebellion racing through the dark.

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It's three o'clock. The clock's feeling sly, the moon's clocked out, the stars rolling by, the spotlight's dim. The crowd said farewell. The night holds secrets. It'll never tell.

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The sax has sigheded, the keys took their rest, the trumpet, too, played like it's possessed, but now just echoes flirt with the air and I'm left alone with an empty chair. The show's over, baby. The stage has gone. Still, the thrill of the night has its post-midnight chill. The melody lingers, a dream I can't shake. The silence now sings, and my heart's wide awake. The city hums low, a nocturnal hymn, neon lights Casting a glow, glow, faint and slim. A half full drink still clings to my hand, a toast to the night, in a ghostly band. The shadows they twirl where Dancers once stood, their stories unsaid. But I think I could. With each passing second the night fades away. Yet here I remain, where the piano won't play. The show's over, baby. The stage has gone. Still, the thrill of the night has its post-midnight chill. The melody ling over baby, the stage has gone. Still, the thrill of the night has its post-midnight chill. Good night, children. The melody lingers, a dream I can't shake. The silence now sings, and my heart's wide awake.

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Thank you, thank you, welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place.

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Beneath the weeping willow shade, a wanderer stitched with yesterdays. Rusty roads and dusty lanes Carved lines of unknown names. With every step, a story told In whispered winds, in whispers old Thus love's whispered winds, in whispers old, lost loves whispered through the trees, echoes of forgotten seas. Ooh, all the wanderer's ways. Long Heartaches hidden in a song, feet that tread on silent claims. Dreams that flicker just like flames. Nightfall wraps a quiet cloak. Stars above in silence spoke Eyes that search the midnight's face and every star a lasting trace. Lonely campfires in the dark, beneath the sky, a wandering ark. Hopes that burn like kindling bright, fading fast with morning's light.

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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Dreams that flicker just like flames. Ooh, the wanderer's way is long Heartache hidden in a song Feet that tread on silent claims, dreams that flicker just like flames. I gave you my heart on a summer's night. You took it in your hands, held it tight. We walked down a road I thought ran. True, but love takes two and it starts with you. Love's a two-way street. It takes a give and take, not just a promise or a trail to fake. You can't, can't, just follow, you've got to lead, cause love's a two-way street. Yes, indeed, I paved the path with kindness and care, but the weight got heavy when you weren't there. Each step I took, I wondered why my footprints doubled, but yours ran dry.

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Love's a two-way street. It takes a give and take, not just a promise or a trail to fake. You can't chant, just follow. You've got to lead, cause love's a two-way street. Yes, indeed, cause love's a two-way street. Yes, indeed, there's no room for silence when words should be, no space for shadows.

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On a road that needs three, it's me and you. On a road that needs three, it's me and you and the road that we tread. Two souls walking where angels have bled. Oh, tonight I see you reaching out, a spark in your eyes casting every doubt. You learned the rhythm, found the pace. Love's a two-way street. Now we both embrace. Thank you, guitar solo. Golden sun on a sandy shore. Waves crash down can't ask for more. Surfboards glide as spirits soar, days of fun like never before. Salt in the air, wind in my hair. Ocean song says beware, but we laugh, we don't care. Memories build beyond, compare Tides, ride them high, feel Under the sky. No rules here, just freedom's call. Dancing waves will never fall. Beach bonfires, light in the night, stars above shining so bright. Friends, all gathered. Hearts are light. Moments like these, pure delight. Shells and pebbles, treasures we find Leaving footprints. Watch them unwind, lost in time. No worries, blind. Yesterday's waves in our minds. Bye, and waves will never fall. Thank you, bye. The.

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