For the New Yorkers who Perished in the Basement Apartments...

And the people in the stands, in the higher crowds, too removed to hear their cries.  What the hell kind of city are you running there?

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear,

You shout and no one seems to hear,
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes,
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"I can't think of anything to say, except...

I think it's marvelous."

All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste, all you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust, all you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune,
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon...

"There is no dark side in the moon really. Matter of fact, it's all dark."  #LifeIsCheapNYC