Kings of Queens Village

for what was about a week/ I was feeling unique/ New to what I used to speak/ and do/ to do it deep/ when I used to sleep/ when dreams I used to keep/ I used to count useless sheep/ and use 'em to boost the streets/ Tried to use two feet/ to walk more/ and speak less/ but would speak best/ to a friend/ had a deal that we'd press/ for recess from a past we'd freak less/ down times/ we'd rest/ try not to regress/ be DEpressed/ time for/ our own reset/ We get/ further and further/ from third/ street/ of converters/ where our names are verbally murdered/ while they're servin up burgers/ Comin at us like/ "So I heard ya?/ or "didn't you do this?"/ Immediately dismissed/ like who they fuck are you to jist?/ Speak my name bitch/ my name ain't your entertainment/ refrain from it/ the shit talkin'/you ain't gettin acclaim from it/ I'll make sure your veins are slit/ or your brain is split/ If you every mention my name/ it's IT/ so tame your spit!!!/ On the Boulevard of Broken Balls/ all dopes will fall/ closin up all open jaws/and/ I fuckin' AIN'T jokin' yall/ I'll be chokin' yall/ loose lips/get nooses/ I'll rope 'em all/ You wanna provoke a brawl/ You better have some folks to call/

Old neighborhood pizza and phone number rhythm

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Talented Actress Touches Lives Even After Death

Sarah and her mom, Lorraine

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"Solve is a bad word," says Det. Rob Mooney of the Manhattan North Homicide Squad. "We don't like to use that word. We clear cases here. Solving the case says you actually know everything that happened, and you almost never have all of it."

For Det. Mooney, nearly 30 years on the force has given him a front row seat to some of New York's toughest cases. But there's one case -- one victim -- who has touched him more than any other.

Sarah Fox was born into a loving family; she was the baby. As a child, Sarah's mom says she was a "wild child." But as she grew, Sarah turned quieter, and became an introspective thinker. As a middle school student, Sarah read an article in a local New Jersey paper about a new high school that was opening for performing arts. She cut out the article, circled the headline and taped it to the fridge with a note saying, "Mom, I want to go here."

In high school, Sarah fell in love with acting. Her charm, dedication and devotion to her natural talent led to an audition and full scholarship to the prestigious Juilliard School of Performing Arts in Manhattan. They say if you can make it there you can make it anywhere. Sarah not only excelled as a student, but also grew as a person, leaving a remarkable impression on both her co-eds and the faculty.

On May 19, 2004, around 4:15 in the afternoon, Sarah went out for a late afternoon jog in her New York City neighborhood. Inwood Hill Park, a 196-acre virgin forest a block away from Sarah's five-story walk up, is home to running trails, tennis courts and baseball fields. A nature lover, Sarah often ran through the park which borders the Henry Hudson Parkway.

"I came back that night and I didn't see her there. I knew something was wrong, so I called the police from there."

Eerie Disappearance Sparks Massive Search

Sarah was a third year student at The Juilliard School for Performing Arts when she was brutally murdered in Inwood Hill Park. Photo credit: Jessica Katz

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But when Sarah didn't come home on the 19th, her live-in boyfriend reported her missing.

"I came back that night and I didn't see her there. I knew something was wrong, so I called the police from there," Matthew Damico said.

When word got to her fellow Juilliard students and to her family and friends in her hometown of Pennsauken, N.J., a massive search effort was organized to comb through Inwood Hill, the last place Sarah was seen. For days, volunteers scoured the dense vegitation, but found no sign of Sarah.

Six days later, a group of family friends made a devastating discovery: Sarah's nude, decomposing body was found lying face up on a steep embankment in the park.

Sadistic Ritual, or Memorial?

Inwood Hill Park is a 196-acre park in the northern tip of Manhattan.

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But what puzzled even veteran detective Rob Mooney was not where Sarah's body was found, but how. In a rough circle around her remains were yellow tulip tree petals. At first, police thought the petals were blown there naturally, but upon further inspection, cops say the petals were placed there days after Sarah's murder.

Investigators also recovered Sarah's pink CD player yards away from where her body was found. But, so far, because of the advanced decomposition of Sarah's remains, police have been unable to recover crucial evidence.

Now they are turning to you for help. If you know anything about the senseless murder of the 21-year-old woman, call our hotline right now at 1-800-CRIME-TV.

Eva- Voie (See)

Here is a French song ("Vois", i. e. "See", that was adapted in English - under the title "Go" - and sung by many great performers such as Della Reese, Vikki Carr or Lana Cantrell), performed by the French singer Eva, gifted with a very original, deep and powerful voice.
Born in Berlin, of Russian and Lituanian origin, she goes to Paris at the age of 18 years and discovers the French repertoire in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. She begins singing in cabarets and, in 1964, her first album gets her the Grand Prix of the first record. Eva has sung everywhere, in Europe, Lebanon, Iran, Canada, Africa. In Paris, she has performed in the most famous cabarets and in the greatest theaters (Olympia and Bobino).
In 1972, Eva represented France at the festival of Sopot in Poland where she won 2 prizes, of interpretation and of composition. Recently she has performed in Canada in front of more than 5000 spectators. In her very last album "À Marlene" ("To Marlene"), made in Quebec in 2005, Eva sings in French, English and German the most beautiful songs of Marlene Dietrich.
Enjoy her powerful performance!

Frances Bergen- You're getting to be a habit with me

Eye to I

Eyes behold, behold the wise eyes of old
to eyes lies are told, when eyes see gold
Told eyes are the windows to our souls
Sometimes eyes see a window that is cold
Sometimes in eyes you see a soul that is tortured
The eyes are the most important tool to the reporter
Eyewitness report of victimized eyes that could water
In eyes we should see her as our daughter
eyes should view through eyes of a good father
eyes renewed through the eyes that would bother
eyes close, sometimes this was what tired eyes chose
but sometimes eyes close and love in the living eyes eyes froze
Eyes anew in a new birdseye view of eyes of two
eyes of me, eyes of you, eyes of the true, like skies of blue
what can eyes do? lookin' at too many types of glue
what are eyes to you? with them what do you like to do
the doors to perception, and the enterprise of a lesson
eyes present in a childs conception,and of the wed transmit reception
eyes covered in clouds, from above that hover, the demise of lovers
in eyes surprise is discovered if seen through the eyes of each other
eyes feel like a gift and a curse, when eyes see the best and the worst
eyes the only rescue and search, of the missing in the question of worth
in eyes are impressions since birth, that later decide the direction to surf
eyes with an an investment in earth, soiled in painful depictions of hurt
when in focus we should all let our eyes provoke us
and evokes us to fight against the eyes that broke us