Feel The Noise?

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It is so quiet outside.

It’s not just that people aren’t going to work, or hanging out at whatever stores they can get into where like Walmart- where it will interest you to know the Coronavirus does not exists so there so you can meander and wander around all you want. I don’t know that for a fact. I hate Walmart and don’t shop there, but I know people who do.

No, it’s cemetery quiet outside in the real world.

That’s why I have chosen this song for Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday where the theme is togetherness.

I decided upon Slade’s ” Cum on Feel The Noize ” because even my friends and family who are under Stay At Home Orders in a house full of people they still  feel separate from the world and each other.

So, if you gotta start feeling something together… feel the noise.  It’s fun. Remember fun?

I do.

 Slade

Baby baby baby!
Yow!

So you think I got an evil mind, well I’ll tell you honey
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
So you think my singing’s out of time, well it makes me money
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no

So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door

So you say I got a funny face, I ain’t got no worries
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Say I’m a scruff bag well it’s no disgrace, I ain’t in no hurry
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no

So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door
Yow!

So you think we have a lazy time, well you should know better
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
And you say I got a dirty mind, well I’m a mean go-getter
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no

So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door

So come on, feel the noise (come on, come on)
Girls, grab your boys (grab your boys)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (yeah)

So come on, feel the noise (feel it, feel it)
Girls, grab your boys (grab ’em, grab ’em)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)

Come on, feel the noise (can you feel it, can you feel it?)
Girls, grab your boys (feel the noise)
We get wild, wild, wild (come on, get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (get wild)

So come on, feel the noise (come on, come on, come on)
Girls, grab your boys (feel the noise)
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild

Prompt: Song Lyric Sunday- Relationships

The 2nd Avenue Nomads

RDP SATURDAY: NOMAD

I travel the same gray path

from my front door

to my car

to the train that takes me to work.

 

From the station

it’s few steps to where I work

below the sidewalks, cracked with hard use

under the streets bumpy and worn

where 12 elephants walked shoulder to shoulder

just above my head

in 1903.

 

We are all just ghosts

from  different times

haunting 2nd Avenue.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso