tramlife (or Why I Love Melbourne)

[Raz]

There's a tiny old lady with a funny square head wearing way too much make-up and an expression that says she's happy. She likes McDonalds, she tells me, and she likes spaghetti. She's more like a character than a person, a beatific gesture of fate to remind us to be nice to ourselves.

When did we forget to be nice to ourselves?

Two b-boys down the back of the tram, giving me something to tap my fingers to. One of them's popping and beatboxing, and the other one's smiling like a kid on Christmas Day. "Do you think I could ever do that?" he asks. His excitement is infectious.

People write songs about this city, I think to myself as I wander its streets.

It's not hard to see why.

 

[up all night]

Where would we be without public transport?

 

[knight_marshall]

dude... very, very nice

 

[(Wordy)]

People write songs about this city, I think to myself as I wander its streets.

They sure do! (I love this line)

When did we forget to be nice to ourselves?

Very good question.

 

[yakksoho]

I've met many people from there, but it's your words that make me want to see it.
One day, I'll go to the other side of the world and see your trams, write songs for the sky, each passerby.
Infectuous!

 

[Innocuous]

I don't know if I like this because I feel the same way about this city, or because you captured that feeling.

I like it all the same.

 

[breakyaself]

I would say its because he captured one those private moments you have in Melbourne, that makes you love where you are , even for a few moments.


Good work fine sir.