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Lyric of the Week: WILDWOOD WILD RIDE

Don’t be shy, give it a try

C’mon big guy, don’t just walk on by

C’mon girls, let’s give it a whirl

It’s a punky junky funky swirled world

I know a place where anything goes

Where everybody goes once the clubs close

The Underwood Hotel, and we can make it work right

All we gotta do is dodge the searchlight


Boardwalk trash and go cart crashes

Embers glowing from inside the ashes

Forget Rockaway and Asbury and Coney Island

What’s dead there is alive here, so keep on smilin’

This ain’t the place for a groom to bring a new bride

Unless he’s gonna send her head first down the waterslide

Rollercoaster vehicular homicide

Kicked in the head by a Wildwood Wild Ride


Watch the tramcar please

Wa-wa-watch the tramcar please

Slices, slices, we got the prices

It’s water ice here, not Italian ices

Silly philly stuff like cheesesteaks and haeiougies

Tasteless pizza, tasty cakes, and fudgie wudgie wudgies

High on the boardwalk and low on brains

The waters are raging, the shoobies are lame

‘Scuse me sir what did they all say?

Je ne sais pas, non parlez Anglais


This is no town for the poet or the priest

Or a first place for a taste of the great northeast

This is where you go when you want a cheap treat

A summer retreat from the heat, beat, and concrete

Tacky chic and junkfood America

Noisey Joisey’s vacation hysteria

Call it sacrilege or call it treason

But I think I prefer it here in the off season

I say take this whole scene and put it on the great white

Spin it on a centrifuge and bungee it to great heights

White sand, white light, wide mouthed, wide eyed

Whipped around the tracks by a Wildwood Wild Ride


Watch the tramcar please

Wa-wa-watch the tramcar please

Watch the tramcar please

Wawa-wawa-watch the tramcar please


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"WWWR #9" - original AI art by The Hesh Inc.
Whipped around the tracks by a Wildwood wild ride.

This is where I go rapping on my Soul In Exile opus, utilizing all sorts of images and expressions from that second-childhood paradise by the sea along the southernmost stretch of the Jersey Shore. Much has been written in description of the place so I'll let my rhyming speak for itself here. Musically, I'd have to say the biggest influence was "Flip Fantasia" by Us3, as much of a pop-rap standard as there ever was, from the 1990s, but with a monster funk bass riff that I learned from my late musical mentor, Emil Leuchter of blessed memory, back in Israel. This is intended for Soul In Exile 6: From the Land of Dreams, the last of the EPs that wrap up the whole opus, and I want to employ the services of a proper DJ and MC to do this the right way ... even if in terms of rap styles, this is some 30 years old.

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