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~ a minute in black and white ~
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if it's the spice of life I follow tonight,
I carry a soldier's knife.
I'm working on Circus Street,
for something as sweet as strychnine;
(an evening's trick or treat).
I believe
she told me everything
but some of them can SWITCH to love
at a moment's notice,
I've noticed.
I'm looking for love
to light her cigarette (bright and burning)
for A MINUTE IN BLACK & WHITE
A MINUTE IN BLACK & WHITE
to be anybody
another day under glass!
I shouldn't have asked for silence -
the feeling may never pass;
and the gathering appetite
I carry tonight
is for A MINUTE IN BLACK & WHITE
*
catch
the start of it,
the heart of it
all
*
I believe she told me everything,
but some of them may STITCH to love
at a moment's notice,
I've noticed
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a tell tale heart
04:14
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A TELL-TALE HEART
baby's arrived in Limbo,
as I planned;
holding a reservation,
in her hand.
she's got
the underside of the night
in her sights;
American banners, baby ...
below ...
but will she ever know?
that
everything she says
everywhere she goes
everybody knows.
she don't mind if it's whole or part
THE TELL-TALE HEART
she sold.
was it the wind
who bought her penny pearls
(strung like the lights of Broadway
on the the girl)?
she's got the bitter end of the sweet
in her teeth ...
American banners, baby ...
below ...
but will she ever know?
*
(I'm going to stack the odds
on womankind -
to double
the double-knotted
dotted line ..........................)
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3. |
a year in the shade
04:30
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A YEAR IN THE SHADE
here are the arrowheads
where they fell,
a hundred years ago,
to the day;
marking a dead line;
marking a crime.
(if you ever come this way
for A NEW YEAR IN THE SHADE.)
you shake like a rattle here
in the dark.
the brush of trembling skin
in the dark
paints a scene upon the wall
that needs no correction.
if you ever come this way
for A NEW YEAR IN THE SHADE,
for a minute yesterday,
for an hour dressed in time
gone time gone time gone
by.
no moon tonight
to see where you go
no candlelight
to make where you fell,
taking the high wire.
through all our solemn endings,
you remain my solemn friend
till the rains have gone
again
till the rains have gone ...
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i write the news
04:02
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I WRITE THE NEWS
I WRITE THE NEWS,
I WRITE THE NEWS,
as sad as it may seem,
with one eye glass
and one eye glycerine.
as the days go by ...
stalling every minute of my time ... my time ...
to sit beside the breathing wine,
as the days go marching by.
can I depend on them?
can I depend on all ...
of them all of them all ...
of them all ...?
I take the blues
I take the blues
I shadow them, for you,
and raise a song I never thought I knew.
as the days go by ...
stalling every minute of my time ... my time ...
to see the ap.par.it.ion die,
as the days go marching by.
*
stalling every minute of my time,
I trusted so completely in a word -
never seen ...
never heard ...
the days go marching by ...
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5. |
drinkdrinkdrink
04:21
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~ drinkdrinkdrink ~
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summer times spent beating metal
in dim bars,
and here we are ...
in the cracking shell of a grey car
sometimes I can't help remembering.
sometimes I can't help remembering
these embers
know a cool thing
which left long ago.
and through the night
it rages;
DRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINK
drink it away.
I'm sometimes found
sifting through the rubble of your town;
a mangy clown
who fills the shelves and cupboards
with your gowns.
sometimes I can't help dismembering;
my head wrapped your skin
which wrapped everything.
hotel close!
she takes her suitcase and goes ...
and through the night
it rages;
DRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINK
drink it away.
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SEA SALT SAND SEA SIDE SONG
sienna and tan ...
shores where the sunshine and sand
were planned.
all the sea's a mirror -
but there's nothing there ...
nothing at all ...
and it begins to fall.
SEA
SALT
SAND
SEA
SIDE
SONG
bring everyone
brine everyone
along.
and how they shone, like frost,
from swelter to blonde
(so long)
I remember slowly ...
remember it
and never return.
when will I ever learn?
*
I see rubies.
I see emeralds.
I see... all of that.
I see topaz ...
and sapphires ...
o, take me to the breakers, love;
it's seven in the morning.
*
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all that fall
05:41
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ALL THAT FALL
I was waiting
for her
to sketch the action of love
as only she could.
I was prepared
to clear the stage again
but then she comes ...
with her distant answer to love
her doors and windows
seem so IMPROBABLY tall;
and this time ...
I fall.
only a token heart
only a token heart
tonight.
they were waiting in line;
who would rather they find the time ...
of their lives?
she was prepared
to be the one I could have loved
in another way ...
but at another time.
her doors and windows
seen so IMPOSSIBLY tall;
and this time ...
I fall.
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this time tomorrow
04:57
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THIS TIME TOMORROW
I talked about you
I talked about the reasons
for the sorrows that you find.
I lied about you.
(but) it's alright
this road can hold us both
forever.
it's alright,
and you may find you feel the summer breeze.
somewhere ...
the sounds of her crying;
THIS TIME TOMORROW
she may call.
somewhere ...
the sounds of her crying;
she's open wide and sideways -
inside ...
I caught your meaning.
I saw the summer melting ...
from the secrets
that you wore.
I knew the meaning.
(but) it's alright.
this room may hold us
for an hour.
It's alright -
and you may find you feel the summer breeze
*
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bright penny
07:20
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BRIGHT PENNY
her flame,
let me explain,
is a gentle rain
that falls a week or maybe longer.
now.
she'll stand
at your command;
take her hand
and Penny burns a little brighter.
now.
through veins
the fountain drains;
in city squares the pennies stare
a little brighter.
now.
so many ways
on sad days.
so many ways
to play ...
a BRIGHT PENNY.
her flame
is not the same;
a withered wrist waits for its kiss
a little longer.
now.
I'll lead you
to the scene
where Penny tests the blackest dress you ever ....
brighter now, you beggar!
brighter now.
so many ways
on sad days.
so many ways
to play ...
a BRIGHT PENNY.
I'll make my wound -
you have one or two, I see,
so this is nothing new.
and tango singers are a virgin's prayer
and they'll make their moves,
but not one,
not a single saviour,
will lift those pennies from your eyes.
(but) maybe I might.
tonight, Penny.
your eyes ...
are bright pennies
*
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