THE RAMONES

       The moon is full the air is still
          All of a sudden I feel a chill
  Victor is grinning flash rotting away
      Skeletons dance I curse this day
And the night when the wolves cry out
Listen close and you can hear me shout
                Pet Cemetary - Ramones

AUGUST 1971,NEW YORK CITY. SCATTERED BOWERY RESIDENTS PAY LITTLE NOTICE AS FOUR YOUNG MEN FROM FOREST HILLS , QUEENS, ENTER A SMALL CLUB CBGB IN MANHATTAN'S LOWER EAST SIDE . THE OWNER ,HILLY CRISTIAN ISN'T SURE IF THIS STRANGE-LOOKING GROUP-IDENTICALLY DREASSED IN LEATHER JACKETS, T-SHIRTS, RIPPED JEANS AND SNEAKERS AND CALLING THEMSELVES THE RAMONES -ARE THE ONES WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AUDITIONING FOR A GIG OR JUST A BUNCH OF HOOLUMS WHO'VE COME TO PENCE STOLEN MUSICAL EQUIPMENT. THEY TAKE TO THE STAGE AND PLAY A SET, BUT EVEN AFTER THEY'RE THROUGH , KRISTAL STILL ISN'T SURE IF THEY'RE  A REAL BAND OR JUST A BUNCH OF HOODLUMS. ALL OF THEIR SONGS ARE VERY LOUD, VERY SHORT AND VERY FAST. IN FACT THE ONLY THING SEPERATING THEM ARE THE BASS PLAYER'S SHOUT OF "1-2-3-4" DURING THE MILLYSECONDS IN WHICH THEY STOP. HE DECIDES TO BOOK THEM ANYWAY; BUSINESS IS BAD. THEIR FIRST PUBLIC PERFORMANCE DRAWS NO ATTENTION FROM NEWSPAPERS , RADIO OR TELEVISION AND IN POINT OF FACT, IS WITNESSED BY A GRAND TOTAL OF FIVE WARM BUDIES-SIX IF YOU COUNT THE BARTENDER'S DOG NO MATTER.

FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD, ROCK'N'ROLL WILL NEVER AGAIN BE THE SAME!

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  She's a little lost girl in her own little world
   she looks so happy but she seems so sad
   She's a little lost girl in her own little world
   I'd like to help her , I'd like to try oh yeah

   She talks to birds , she talks to angels