spent the weekend in the country
out on the island with my nieces and nephews for my birthday
they threw me a party out there
what fun
shhhoooo
f’get about it
spinach farms as far as the eye can see
all the way past port jefferson
what a beautiful place!
they got potato farms out there
long island potatoes
fifty pound bags — three bucks
and tomatoes
you should see those tomatoes
they’re not like those pink rocks they sell in the city
anything you want they grow out there
pumpkin fields all over the place
and moss farms
ever seen how they grow moss?
unbelievable!
big long fields smooth as a pool table
spread out in every direction
they sell the stuff to lawn companies and ballparks
oh — and the cornfields they got out there
you should see the farmers riding these big tractors they use now
it goes underneath the soil
brings it up and flips it back
bud di de doo
bud di de doo
bud di de doo
gina’s got this great big pool
the pool’s the size of my whole apartment
with all nice tile and everything
beautiful
it’s a beautiful place
the air out there is so fresh
you could die!
i was standing out in this field yesterday
trees all around me
nothin but green grass and trees you know
and i’m breathin that nice fresh
pure
clean
air
and i don’t know if it was killing me or what
but after three days in the country
i started to panic:
what are they tryin to do
clear me all out with all this nature air stuff?
i can’t handle it
there’s no noise
nothin
you can hear your heartbeat out here
i’m used to the sound of ambulances
and fire engines and car crashes
i’m used to the screeching subway cars
and wall-to-wall traffic
and people screaming outside my window
i’m used to the sound of them ugly alarms going off all the time
i’m used to the smell of garbage and piss in the alleyways
and the carbon monoxide
and the smoke and the filth
i’m even used to the mobs of people tramplin over me
to get to wherever the hell they’re goin
i’m used to the fast pace
the zip pe de rop
snap snap
next
you’re next
get there get there
bim boom rop
i’m used to watchin my back for the pimps
and the drug addicts
and muggers
i’m used to times square
the neon
the flashing lights
all them beautiful girls
i’m used to walkin to the corner to pick up my ham’n swiss
and a lottery ticket
i had a nice time out there
but three days is enough for me man
i gotta get back to the city
i can’t spend my time chasin wild rabbits all day
i’m a city kid!
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