A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Co-op,To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear, it's a big decision in a town called malice.
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Just where the Treasury's marble front * Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations, Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont * To throng for trade and last, quotations; Where, hour, by hour, the rates of gold * Outrival, in the ears of people, The quarter-chimes, serenely tolled From Trinity's undaunted steeple.
edmund clarence stedmanIt is more than a little ironic that "capital accumulation" once a rather tendentious Marxian view of a supposed capitalist obsession, should have become - of all things - Wall Street's own slogan.
The Street's alive as secret debts are paid, Contacts made, they vanished unseen. Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades Hustling for the record machine. The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street, down in Jungleland.
Bruce Springsteen