St Edwards University - Tower Yearbook (Austin, TX)

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202 Light up light up Light up you lazy blue eyes Moon’s up night’s up Taking the town by surprise a Ae ae “-ee27 ° Night time night time Day left an hour ago City light time Must you get ready so slow There are places to come from and places to go Night in the city looks pretty to me Night in the city looks fine Music comes spilling out into the street Colors go flashing in time Take off take off Take off those stay-at-home blues Break off shake off Take off those stay-at-home blues Stairway stairway Down to the crowds in the street They go their way Looking for faces to greet But we run on laughing with no one to meet Night in the city looks pretty to me Night in the city looks fine Music comes spilling out into the street Colors go waltzing in time. Night in the City by Joni Mitchell

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in Dr. Strangelove in which Peter Sellers is begging Keenan Wynn to shoot open the com box of a Coke machine so he can get a dime to call the President and explain why the world may be about to end. Keenan Wynn reluctantly complies with the request, saying, “Okay, but you're gonna have to answer to the Coca-Cola Company for this.”’) Of course, this kind of sociological analysis is somewhat remote from the ad’s ability to touch people emotionally. On a more personal level, I think it appeals to that sense of com- munity that many of us long for but so rarely experience in contemporary urban life—in fact, you may have lost the knack to experience. The irony about an idea like buying the world a Coke and keeping it company, though, is that it is so abstract it can be employed only in the mind, which means everyone has to experience it alone. Still, the ad always puts me in a mood of buoyancy and good will, although then I don't quite know what to do with these feelings. The words and music inevitably make me smile and think any day now I will begin to show the world all the love I have in my heart, but, need- less to say, I never do. Unfortunately, the “world” is made up of individual people, any one of whom is much more difficult to love than is mankind in general. [ can sit alone and respond to that ad with a sense of joy; but later that same day, if I see an acquaintance who doesn’t see me in the supermarket, [ may still duck down some aisle and linger behind the shelves until he or she is out of sight. It is not that I dislike the person but that I wish to avoid the degree of involvement required for even the most casual conversation. What makes the jingle in the Coke ad so appealing is that it allows you to participate momentarily in a kind of love that is not dangerous or painful to you, a kind that makes no demands. Actually, loving an- other individual (the real “real thing’’) always involves the terrible risk of being hurt, which simply does not enter into the notion of buying the world a Coke and keeping it company. Ann Nietzke From “The American Obsession with Fun” Copyright 1972 Saturday Review, Inc., August 26, 1972 201 pe

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Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where Never mind their questions there’s no answer for The roll of the harbor wake The songs that the rigging makes The taste of the spray he takes And he learns to give He aches and he learns to live He stakes all his silver On a promise to be free Mermaids live in colonies All his seadreams come to me The Dawntreader by Joni Mitchell City satins left at home I will not need them I believe him when he tells of loving me. Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you Leave behind your streets he said and come to me Come down from the neon nights Come down from the tourist sights Run down till the rain delights you You do not hide Sunlight will renew your pride Skin white by skin golden Like a promise to be free Dolphins playing in the sea All his seadreams come to me Seabird I have seen you fly above the pilings I am smiling at your circles in the air I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping Fold your fleet wings I have brought some dreams to share A dream that you love someone A dream that the wars are done A dream that you tell no one but the grey sea They'll say that you re crazy And a dream of a baby Like a promise to be free Children laughing out to sea All his seadreams come to me