Are, to me, two of the best descriptions of what it's really like.
The first is by Ewan MacColl, the great Scottish folksinger, playwright and life-long revolutionary. He was writing about the "Travellers"(the Roma, formerly "Gypsy" people who travelled the length and breadth of Britain living a nomadic lifestyle, and driven from town-to-town by local bigots and bourgeois types, but it applies to anyone in the homeless world: )
Moving-On Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eJiZutTZMk(This performance of the song has slightly different lyrics from the one's I'll quote below, and it's introduced by one of Ewan's sons at a concert in tribute to Ewan in the Nineties):
Born in the middle of the afternoon
On a horse-drawn on the old A-5
The big twelve-wheeler shook me bed
The policemen came and the little one said
"Would you mind being born in someplace ELSE?
Oh you better get born in someplace ELSE!"
So move along, get along, move along get along
Go...move...shift!
Born in the tattie-lifting time
In an old bow-tent near a tattie-field
The fairmer said "you're work's all done
It's time that you were moving on
Oh you better get born in someplace ELSE!"
So move along....
Born on a common in a building site
Where the ground is rutted with the trailer wheels
The local people said to me
"You're lowering the price of property.
Would you mind being born in someplace ELSE?"
So move along...
Winter's sky was hung with stars
And one shown brighter than the rest.
The wise men came, so stern and strict
to bring the orders to evict
"Oh, you better get born in somewhere ELSE!"
So move along..
Wagon, tent or trailer born
Last month, last year or in far off days
Born here or a million miles away
There's always men near by to say
"Oh you better get born in someplace ELSE!"
So move along...
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The second song was written by Ewan's daughter Kirsty, a pop singer(killed years before her time in December, 2000)who dealt with modern homelessness, poverty, and class in her song "Walking Down Madison"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26Iibcz2lE0Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun
Walking down Madison - swear I never had a gun
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the bums
See you give 'em your nickels, your pennies and dimes
But you can't give 'em hope in these mercenary times, oh no
And you feel real guilty about the coat on your back
And the sandwich you had, oh no
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
Oh no it's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun
No I never shot no-one - wouldn't do it just for fun
Walking down Madison - trying to keep my head screwed on
I was philosophizing some
Checking out the nuns
When you get to the corner don't look at those freaks
Keep your head down low and stay quick on your feet, oh yeah
The beaming boy from Harlem with the airforce coat
The ones who died
The ones who tried
The ones that sit and gloat
From an uptown apartment to a knife on the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
Within every city and town there's a Madison
Frozen lives for whom nothing's happening
Hungry children is a mother's dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby Emma
So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you
The held out hand that you pay no respect to
Nickels and dimes won't even buy your guilt
Another wino dead burnt to death in his quilt
It's a cardboard city, newspaper metrapolis
The system can't cope or keep on top of this
The outhorities come as you're not for display
Do they solve the problem no they move him away
They're in a vicious circle of no fixed abode
The social won't pay 'em the money they're owed
When you got no money you can't pay rent
Hypothermia kills 'cos the system is bentFrom an uptown apartment to a knife an the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep in the park
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
From an uptown apartment to a knife an the A train
It's not that far
From the sharks in the penthouse to the rats in the basement
It's not that far
To the bag lady frozen asleep on the church steps
It's not that far
Would you like to see some more?
I can show you if you'd like to
In the subway sits a vacous man
His grip on life is a bent tin can
It's a holy shrine where he burns his light
It makes things easy and removes his plight
For an hour or two but he can't escape
They're all penned in with government tape
There are good samaritans who bring them soup
The sally army with their bibles and boots
You can see yourselves it's not too far
One short trip you don't know who they are
Till the night comes then it all comes back
Like the smell of patchoulli and the armies of rats
It's a shame to be human it's a human shame
It seems we've forgotten we're one and the same
One and the same
One and the same
No it's not too far
No it's not too far
We're one and the same