top of page

Trash

Streets of the city 

A filmic embrace

Pop Art whispers

 In a vibrant chase

Trash to treasure

In the artist's spree

A canvas of life

Where the soul is free

Canvas and film

An artistic blend

Pop Art whispers

Where pictures transcend

In the echoes of Pop

In the Factory's songs

Trash finds beauty

Where it belongs

 

Trash drifts like

An invisible breeze

The city doesn’t sleep

In the rhythm of sleaze

In the midst of trash

Where beauty lies

Truly magic

In vibrant skies

 

Between skyscrapers

And the subway's hum

Lies a tale

That is long gone

Silver screens flicker

In the Factory's pain

Icons and idols

In a glamorous reign

 

Trash drifts like

An invisible breeze

An invisible breeze

The city doesn’t sleep

In the rhythm of sleaze

In the rhythm of sleaze

In the midst of trash

Where beauty lies

Where beauty lies

Truly magic

In vibrant skies

In vibrant skies

 

New York City

New decade

Holly and Joe

A sad parade

Strip for me

At rock bottom

Can’t you see

You might be forgotten

 

Trash drifts like

An invisible breeze

An invisible breeze

The city doesn’t sleep

In the rhythm of sleaze

In the rhythm of sleaze

In the midst of trash

Where beauty lies

Where beauty lies

Truly magic

In vibrant skies

In vibrant skies

Trash drifts like

An invisible breeze

An invisible breeze

The city doesn’t sleep

In the rhythm of sleaze

In the rhythm of sleaze

In the midst of trash

Where beauty lies

Where beauty lies

Truly magic

In vibrant skies

In vibrant skies

bottom of page