No Rainbows in Warwick

[Dimocritus]

The rain.

And she spoke, and I couldn't make it out. I responded automatically with yes's and no's. And the rain kept coming down.

The veiw of the world through the car window was grey and diffused. Droplets hung on the glass, clinging desperately to avoid crashing onto the asphalt, that final raindrop afterlife where they will become one with all the other raindrops. I lit up a cheap cigarillo. I made an another automatic response to another irrelevant question. The thick smoke mingled with today's grey and hung there, making curled semi-patterns in the damp air. Was someone talking to me?

"Yeah," he said. "whatever you'd like."

As I cracked the window the raindrops fought their way in. Heavy, with a desperate velocity. I stared into the fog while the drops made a sop of my face. I didn't care. I couldn't. I didn't even notice.

The wipers cut a line on the windsheild. The left blade cut it straight, and the right blade curved it. Back and forth it went. The line cut in the splattered rain could be bent, and it could be straightened, but no matter what the wipers did, no matter how effectively they cleared the glass, that line was always there. And for some reason, that bothered me.

And the rain.

The mist kicked up by the tires of the other vehicles added a new dimension to  the grey. I stared at them, making a face.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah." he said.

And the rain came down.

Indeed many things will come to pass...

[Richter]

Dirty old town...dirty old town.

[E.O.T.]

MOAR

          please

WITH

          hail

[Triple Zero]

Dirty old town...dirty old town.

hey my gf has a poster with a poem on it that ends in these two lines, some pop culture reference I'm unfamiliar with?

MOAR

          please

WITH

          hail

YES

[Dimocritus]

MOAR

          please

WITH

          hail

Is my content not fluffy enough as it is? 

Ah, what the hail....

[Richter]

Dirty old town...dirty old town.

hey my gf has a poster with a poem on it that ends in these two lines, some pop culture reference I'm unfamiliar with?

I know it from an old folk song.  Not sure if there are any more recent instances.

Who is the poem by? 

[Triple Zero]

I will ask. The poster is at her bedroom in her parent's place in Germany so I can't check right now.

Could of course just be that it's not a poem but the lyrics of that song.

It's got some gritty picture of a young guy, who's a factory worker or something, old setting, maybe the 30s. The text has a line "I kissed my girl near the factory wall" or something like that.

[Dimocritus]

I will ask. The poster is at her bedroom in her parent's place in Germany so I can't check right now.

Could of course just be that it's not a poem but the lyrics of that song.

It's got some gritty picture of a young guy, who's a factory worker or something, old setting, maybe the 30s. The text has a line "I kissed my girl near the factory wall" or something like that.

TBH, the last line was more a mis-quote from the HBT from Illuminatus, so I'm not really sure if anyone else had used similar wording.

Aside, would it be better if I corrected the quote?

[Triple Zero]

No not your writing, what Richter wrote "Dirty old town, dirty old town"

and yeah it's probably (part of the) lyrics of Dirty Old Town by Ewan MacColl:

http://www.mysongbook.de/msb/songs/d/dirtyold.html

Not exactly which part, but at least the first four lines.

Sorry bout the threadjack

[Dimocritus]

No not your writing, what Richter wrote "Dirty old town, dirty old town"

and yeah it's probably (part of the) lyrics of Dirty Old Town by Ewan MacColl:

http://www.mysongbook.de/msb/songs/d/dirtyold.html

Not exactly which part, but at least the first four lines.

Sorry bout the threadjack

Oh, my bad. No worries.

[Suu]

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

[Dimocritus]

I thought you were on an island

[Richter]

"This house will be an island, she said." - Covenant

[Suu]

I thought you were on an island

"Rhode Island is neither a road, nor an island. DISCUSS! Pat Buchanan!"

[Eater of Clowns]

It's funny, isn't it Dimo?  All this torrential rain ought to wash away the filth and leave it sparkling new but it doesn't.  It's a magnifier for the grime.  If you look at that one rain drop that clings to your windshield you can see the world in its view, the distorted buildings and blurred features.  It's more beautiful that way; it doesn't provide clarity enough to see the trash choked gutters and winter ravaged grasses and mud.  And mud.  Some places are impervious to efforts both human and natural toward improvement.  If there was a rainbow in Warwick the hues would be as dingy as the paint in the half rate used car lot nearby.  And the passers by would show just as little interest.

The rain feels like it's inside the car too; inside your head maybe.  On a day less drowned by splashes and patters maybe that conversation would have the vibrancy of a mountain vista.  Or maybe it's time for greener pastures rather than waiting out the weather.  But it sounds like you've got a plan.

It was good work, Dimo.