1. Wednesday, October 2, 2002

    Billy Joel 

    Glass Houses Columbia Records

    “Close To The Borderline”

    Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide

    The bums drop dead and dogs go mad

    In packs on the West Side

    Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide

    She wants to hit those bricks

    ‘Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline

    While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place

    The bag ladies throw their bones in my face

    I get attacked by a kid with stereo sound

    I don’t want to hear it but he won’t turn it down

    Life is tough but it’s just enough

    To hold back the tears until it’s closing time

    I survived, I’m still alive

    But I’m getting close to the borderline

    Close to the borderline

    A buck three eighty

    Won’t buy you much lately on the street these days

    And when you can get gas

    You know you can’t drive fast anymore on the parkways

    Rich man, poor man, either way American

    Shoved into the lost and found

    The no nuke yell we’re gonna all go to hell

    With the next big meltdown

    I got remote control and a color T.V.

    I don’t change channels so they must change me

    I got real close friends that will get me high

    They don’t know how to talk and they ain’t gonna try

    I shouldn’t bitch, I shouldn’t cry

    I’d start a revolution but I don’t have time

    I don’t know why I’m still a nice guy

    But I’m getting close to the borderline

    Close to the borderline

    I thought I’d sacrifice so many things

    I thought I’d throw them all away

    I didn’t think I needed anything

    But you can’t afford to squander what you’re not prepared to pay

    I need a doctor for my pressure pills

    I need a lawyer for my medical bills

    I need a banker to finance my home

    I need security to back my loan

    It isn’t new what I’m going through

    But everybody knows you got to break sometime

    Another night I fought the good fight

    But I’m getting closer to the borderline

    Close to the borderline.

    sadly, this is one of only a handful of songs that i have completely memorized. sadder still, it was one of the most punk rock song i had to grow up with.