Celebrating the Shoe Repair Shop
Some Brooklynites see the shoe repair shop as a dying institution, replaced by bank branches and cell phone stores. So Brooklyn Based has tracked down the borough’s best, extant, cobblers: Yelena in Greenpoint; Express in Boerum Hill; Roman’s in Windsor Terrace, to name a few. Their list continues here. You got nominees? Photo by gkjarvis.
Some Brooklynites see the shoe repair shop as a dying institution, replaced by bank branches and cell phone stores. So Brooklyn Based has tracked down the borough’s best, extant, cobblers: Yelena in Greenpoint; Express in Boerum Hill; Roman’s in Windsor Terrace, to name a few. Their list continues here. You got nominees? Photo by gkjarvis.
I knew that. We had the Brougham/Coupe deVille discussion a few weeks ago.
^^^People, before you get up in arms or afoot that I’m using lewd language.
I have a caddy!!!
Biff, 12:55 post – the Corny Meter is on overdrive.
I don’t get it??? What is this supposed to reference.
But I do like this line: ‘So strike a pose on a Cadillac’
By the way, it was for DIBS’ benefit that I threw in a song that mentions Japanese, Chinese and party boys in the lyrics.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1QF-my2638
Divine….Walk Like A Man.
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Sorry, I’m just not as deep as the rest of youze folks!
http://www.fetbot.com/Articles/featured/bootboy-465.shtml
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don’t you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They’re falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They’ve got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They’re walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They’re hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Don’t judge me
You dont know me
Don’t think I’m some small town phony
Got nothing, up on me
You ain’t walking in my shoes
I’m just one out of many
Hailin from a third world country
Got nothing, up on me
You ain’t walking in my shoes
No I won’t stop,
Gotta make it to the top.
Hell no i won’t stop,
Aimin for the sweet spot.
Powers to the bald heads and the dread locks
Let me make it clear
No we won’t flop.
Got a plan, got to make anyway I can
Putting in the work with my own two hands.
Better check it, respect it