Went to visit a SUNY my youngest boy was accepted to. Long drive, place reminded me a factory, a degree factory. After two hours, my son told me:"This place sucks, let's leave." He didn't even want to see the Dorms. I was glad he made several SUNYs, they are fantastic values for a great education. The competition for SUNYs and CUNYs this year was stiff because of the economy. He will go local-private, but was able to get a nice grant to make ends meet.
Listened to some good music on the road, an old CD had lots of Laura Nyro. Man, she was great. Should be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Poverty Train - Laura Nyro.
Last call for the poverty train
Last call for the poverty train
It looks good and dirty
On shiny light strip
And if you don't get beat
You got yourself a trip
You can see the walls roar
See your brains on the floor
Become God
Become cripple
Become funky and split
Why was I born?
Oh baby, I just saw the devil
And he's smiling at me
I heard my bones cry
Devil, why's it got to be?
Devil played with my brother
Devil drove my mother
Now, the tears in the gutter
Are flooding the sea
Why was I born?
Oh baby, it looks good and dirty
Them shiny lights glow
A million night tramps
Tricks and tracks
Will come and go
You're starvin' today
But who cares anyway?
Baby, it feels like I'm dying
Now, I swear there's something better than
Gettin' off on sweet cocaine
It feels so good
It feels so good
Getting off the poverty train
Morning...
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