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Split seconds can carry quite a surprise Diffuse white matter will close my eyes Thus brutalized I will sleep as if I were dreaming Emergency downbeat Code Cool begins rapid sequence intubation IV squeeze and circulation thus stabilized I inspire as if I were preaching I square dance slow make love with my lips Read eyes like books read books like science I remember and fix citation to case Case to form Discombobulation and I can cook up a storm Im Michelangelo's David tested and worn Distal extremity return my new shoes are wide They are smooth light brown fat soles and ties Thus mobilized And I walk as if I were dancing I will speak as if I were teaching I will live as if I were loving I have loved you a thousand times Cared not a whit you were not mine The wise men say I dove too deep But fools can swim and breathe in sleep Under the blue, under the air Magicians we can conjure where The slightest sigh above the floor Is like a scream we do bear more Interest to cease Desire within split seconds of a pause so thin This shooting breathes like molten glass And so we blow it is our task To tender well the shyest need The silent prayer as thought were deed

You'd be so easy to love So easy to idolize, all others above So worth the yearning for So worth keeping the home fires burning for We'd be so grand at the game So carefree together that it's It does seem a shame That you can't see your future with me 'Cause you'd be oh so easy to love We'd be so grand at the game So carefree together that It does seem a shame That you can't see your future with me 'Cause you'd be oh so easy to love They say that I don't know love I say, yes, I do They say they are counting Love I say, I am too They mark the years with rings Like a tree, they say I count on smaller things Minutes, seconds, days… __ I wait for late afternoon and you The industrious bunch Through breakfast and lunch Parlay a hedge fun hunge Or two I wait for late afternoon and you The Monday sun softly pales By two Though the bulk of the clerks Thinking diligence works For pension and perks outdo I wait for late afternoon and you If we agree to meet at three The concierge and I will see The shades are drawn The staff is skilled Our lunch prepared The champagne chilled And if we skip the duck confit Your arms and lips will reach For me These walls were meant Never to speak Of souls content Within the week So on this late afternoon With you Other salesmen reserve All the rumors they've heard That this fool may deserve a A review And still I wait and I wait for you I wait for late afternoon an I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true I get a kick out of you? I get no kick from cocaine I'm sure if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrificly too But I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you Standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me You obviously don't adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you Standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me You obviously don't adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But I get a kick out of you At words poetic I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting it off my chest To let 'em rest unexpressed I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar But if this ditty is [...]

the perfect shade of lipstick a red that belies insouciance carefully weaved into a style eyeliner drawn with an artisan's hand replication makes perfection she's just a button short of trash matching toes and fingers the peek-a-boo shoe manipulation as subtle as the perfume a South Beach tan under a sun-streaked do orchestration and precision the girl works harder than you primitive inspiration packaged in modern disguise disposition permitting a glimpse of the thigh masculine resolve with a feminine plan domination and submission she smells the gas then lights the match stylish deliberation the chattel of Calvin Klein obsession calculation of color and design glamour defined by supply and demand education and graduation she's just a culture short of class a moment of indecision cool wind from the edge of the cliff intoxication feels like love when it looks like this if Truth is the price for a superficial charm the night is laughing watching us turn absolutely nothing into form the season changed and the sky turned gray without the sun there is no night, or day the hours stack like sand in a glass i suppose i should sleep till spring like the grass but there's reason to believe that spring won't arrive there's reason to fear that when you left, I died when i look in the mirror, my face is too white when i check for a pulse, i'm afraid of the quiet definition is blurred by the shadows of white movement is stalled by the absence of light i can't bear the cold without the heat of my blood i can't find my heart without the warmth of your love If i start to cry the tears freeze on my face If i start to smile my skin cracks in place if i start to scream the snow buries the sound i slip on the ice that covers the ground like a snowman, with arms open wide i'll remember the spring i'll remember the light i'm petrified, like stone in the cold but i'll wait forever, frozen, and alone if i were blue like David Hockney’s pool dive into me and glide under a California sky inside your mouth and nose and eyes am I if i were blue like Edward Hopper’s afternoon lift the sash to air the breeze left my summer flush your cheek lie supine beneath the soft and gentle season would that this were that this is more like black dark as darkest indigo sickly sweet and ripe like nothing smothering light bring on the pelting rain palpable sensual pain like Goya in his studio in the thick of night absence is dull and silent if i were blue a pale Picasso blue as beauty is to sorrow let me cover you in sleep and in your melancholy i would give you peace if i were blue when i smile do my eyes scramble and scan off center as the question direct? does the corner of my [...]

verse should I leave Erebus to his own device what Chaos when the curtain rises and the houselights dim with whitecake on my face the actress backstage contemplates laying a Universal egg still a broken heart is a broken heart and Illumination is in fact Performance chorus In the dark In the cold In the sky I can fly I am old But I can see For miles And miles I am silver I am gold I am white I am blue I am rock I am chaste I am time I am truth When twilight falls among the stars I sit and tinker with your moods I hear your thoughts I move the tides I am your God I am your Muse I can be fire I can be war I am the daughter of Zeus But tonight there won't be light 'cause I can't shine without you Downright tired in this winter white Though my best sleep is dressed in black Ample hours to dream, still I lack Repose, and wander through the night A drink or two, blackjack straight through Till dawn, ever unrequited love Nothing brings peace, Heaven above Send Morpheus to me, for I am due Will you sing softly? Will you keep Watch as the light begins to wane? Steadfast and sweet, will you remain God of my dreams, and let me sleep? cold as stone, possessor of bone-chilling beauty I, alone, wanting but not wanting to be scratching and clawing at this waiting for something to give so give me a sign a shiver, a sigh a look in your eye a reason to live fantasy still captor and captive are we strangers until desire and goddess intrigue a slanting and movement of hips a flush, a warmth of the skin as night falls I wait for breath, for fate the sweet salty taste pressing lips on lips unrequited love is what I know of love spellbound I will stay imagination may be for fools imagination may be cruel to be kind at the end of the day ivory girl chiseled and cooler than clay icy reserve is provocation. will you betray eyes that linger and hold too fast? if you stumble, if the mask should crumble or fall warm blooded after all the longer you stall so shall I last Verse Everything is food, everything is fair game. The second it's gone is the second I crave more animal, vegetable, mineral feed, more fodder, more fuel, more cake and ice cream. In Scythia, where the pickings are slim, I'm gorgeous and grateful it's "in" to be thin. Wan and pale, I court emaciation in high style and endless mastication. With cheekbones and ribs that tighten my skin, wildly attractive and seductive as sin, the closer you come, the more you want me, the more you want, the more you want to be free. There's no slaking of thirst, no quenching of need, and there's never, ever enough to [...]

did you ever think a piano could fall on your head? do you look over your shoulder at all? on the dark side of passion comes a taste for revenge in the night is there a rustle just under your bed? are the bolts dead? is the phone live? are you wide, wide awake? are you surprised a battle-ax has an ax to grind? it's tit for tat and all's fair in love a mercenary man with a dutiful wife the tables have turned the plot is prime are the lights on? cause the bet's off are you wide, wide awake? i gotcha comin' i gotcha goin' the IRS is on your tail a private dick is in your mail your edifice is starting to crack and peel your girlfriend is starting to panic and steal whatever's left of a small piece of a small pie of a small man with a much smaller life did you mistake "fat and happy" for stupid and blind? do you know that I knew from the start? a tooth for a tooth an eye for an eye this taxidermist has skinned you alive are the dogs in? cause the cat's out are you wide, wide awake? refrain (adapted from poem by Verlaine) Dansons la gigue! J'aimais surtout ses jolies yeux Plus clairs que l'etoile des cieux J'aimais ses yeux malicieux Dansons la gigue! Elle avait des facons vraiment De desoler un pauvre amant, Que c'en etait vraiment charmant! Dansons la gigue! Mais je trouve encore meilleur Le baiser de sa bouche en fleur Depuis qu'elle est morte a mom coeur Dansons la gigue! Je me souviens, je me souviens Des heures et des entretiens Et c'est le meilleur de mes biens Dansons la gigue! there's a piece on the chair a piece in the hall a nice piece of me stuck to the wall divide and conquer the jigsaw in you has left me asunder all over the room there's a piece by the clock clinging awkwardly to time there's a piece at the piano clinging stubbornly to rhyme there's a fun piece of me in a crack in the floor an innocent piece who walked out the door BRIDGE call me a doctor or a structural engineer draft me a past and a future that consent to adhere give me a pill that makes cohesion a pharmacological thing bring me the tape and the twine the blueprint design to fit that scraps and the threads to the feet and the legs there's a piece that was pretty for a moment or two but my mouth and my lips are somehow askew a piece of a hero is behind the TV the piece with the glue is looking for pieces of me there's a piece in Detroit a piece in LA New York is a critic she's funny that way there's a piece prone to panic a big piece is blue all the pieces agree the best piece went with [...]

should I leave Erebus to his own device? what Chaos when the curtains rises and the houselights dim with whitecake on my face the actress backstage contemplates laying a Universal egg still a broken heart is a broken heart and illumination is in fact Performance in the dark in the cold in the sky i can fly i am old but i can see for miles and miles i am silver i am gold i am white i am blue i am rock i am chaste i am time i am truth when twilight falls among the stars i sit and tinker with your moods i hear your thoughts i move the tides i am your God i am your Muse i can be fire i can be war i am the daughter of Zeus but tonight there won't be light cause I can't shine without you but tonight there won't be light cause I can't shine without you where is the green in the leaf? where is the movement in the molecules? where is the up in the beat? where is the thrill in the chill of the night? where is the bee in the sting? when did the earth lose circumference? when did the map lose relief? where is the salt in the tear in my eye? where is the gold in the pot? where is the sense in the common? where is the time in the rag? where is the play in the vein of the game? where is the soul in the food? where did the second hand slacken? when did the burn lose the sun? where is the dawn in the break if the day? i'm lost in this love where is the ring in the truth? where is the pearl in the oyster? where is the pillow in the talk? where is the friend in the girl and the boy? where is the heart in the ache? where is the snap in the dragon? when did the dust lose the star? when did the mind lose the peace and the frame? where is the cream in the ice? where is the sky in the scraper? where is the home in the run? where is the wind and the town and the down? where is the grand in the slam? where is the sweet in the bitter? when did the tap lose the dance? when did the night lose the good and the gown? i'm lost in this love i'm lost in this love i'm lost, lost, lost in this love the moment slips by in silence like dying in your sleep peripheral vision could save you if the movement weren't so fleet like the burning smell of flesh before the brain records the heat the flash of an explosion the second before defeat if Truth could sound a warning instead of stealing in the night if blunder would blaze like neon or a Christmas tree with lights if words spoken in [...]

Pack up all my cares and woes Feeling low here I go Bye bye blackbird Where somebody waits for me Sugar sweet so is she Bye bye blackbird No one seems to love or understand me And all the hard luck stories they keep handing me Where somebody shines the light I'll be coming on home tonight Bye bye blackbird Nobody seems to love or understand me And all the hard luck stories they keep on handing me Where somebody shines the light I'm coming on home tonight Bye bye blackbird Just for a thrill Hmm, you turn the sunshine into rain Hmm, baby, for a thrill You gave my heart nothin' but pain Hmmm, to me, you were a pride and a joy But to you, I was only a toy A plaything, just to toss around at will Hmmm, just for a thrill You know that you did me wrong Just for a thrill You made my life just one sad song But now you're free And you're havin' your fun But to me, you're still the only one Just for a thrill, hmmm You made my heart stand still You give your hand to me and then you say, "Hello" And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so And anyone can tell you think, you know me well Well, you don't know me No, you don't know the one who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips and longs to hold you tight To you I'm just a friend that's all I've ever been No, you don't know me I never knew the art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by A chance that you might love me too You give your hand to me and then you say, "Goodbye" I watched you walk away beside some lucky guy Oh, you'll never, never know the one who loved you so No, you don't know me What's it all about, Alfie? Is it just for the moment we live? What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie? Are we meant to take more than we give Or are we meant to be kind? And if only fools are kind, Alfie Then I guess it's wise to be cruel And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie What will you lend on an old golden rule? As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie I know there's something much more Something even non-believers can believe in I believe in love, Alfie Without true love we just exist, Alfie Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie When you walk let your heart lead the way And you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie Those autumn leaves go past my window Those autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips those summer kisses Those sunburned hands I [...]

And the beat goes on, the beat goes on Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain La de da de de, la de da de da Charleston was once the rage, uh huh History has turned the page, uh huh The miniskirt's, the current thing, uh huh Tennybopper in our newborn king, uh huh And the beat goes on, the beat goes on The grocery store's the supermart, uh huh Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh And men still keep on marching off to war Electrically, they keep the baseball score And the beat goes on, the beat goes on Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss Cars just keep going faster all the time A bum still cries, "Hey buddy, have you got a dime?" And the beat goes on, the beat goes on And the beat goes on, the beat goes on lord, let it rain i can't stand the lie of a blue sky one more day can't you make the pitter, patter sweet teardrop splatter against my windowpane c'mon, bring down the sky let those clouds and me have a good cry let it rain lord let it rain take away the glare of the empty shape of the day can't you make that liquid fly, bubbles rise, heatwave die, the water slip and slide me away your sun makes me feel like a fool god your weather just don't match my mood let it rain let the thunder crack, let the lightning snap the tension of a long, dry afternoon wash away the time, cover me in shadow, then forgive me for lying in bed listening to the rain fall on my roof lord let it rain i can't stand the sound of the silent sun on my face can't you make those downtown hopping, grocery shopping perky, plodding, cheerful folks go away c'mon bring on the flood let my soul have its day in the mud let it rain c'mon bring down the sky and let those clouds and me have a good cry, let it rain the perfect shade of lipstick a red that belies insouciance carefully weaved into a style eyeliner drawn with an artisan's hand replication makes perfection she's just a button short of trash matching toes and fingers the peek-a-boo shoe manipulation as subtle as the perfume a South Beach tan under a sun-streaked do orchestration and precision the girl works harder than you primitive inspiration packaged in modern disguise disposition permitting a glimpse of the thigh masculine resolve with a feminine plan domination and submission she smells the gas then lights the match stylish deliberation the chattel of Calvin Klein obsession calculation of color and design glamour defined by supply and demand education and graduation she's just a culture short of class a moment of indecision cool wind from the edge of the cliff intoxication feels like love when it looks like this if Truth is [...]

the perfect shade of lipstick a red that belies insouciance carefully weaved into a style eyeliner drawn with an artisan’s hand replication makes perfection she’s just a button short of trash matching toes and fingers the peek-a-boo shoe manipulation as subtle as the perfume a South Beach tan under a sun-streaked do orchestration and precision the girl works harder than you primitive inspiration packaged in modern disguise disposition permitting a glimpse of the thigh masculine resolve with a feminine plan domination and submission she smells the gas then lights the match stylish deliberation the chattel of Calvin Klein obsession calculation of color and design glamour defined by supply and demand education and graduation she’s just a culture short of class a moment of indecision cool wind from the edge of the cliff intoxication feels like love when it looks like this if Truth is the price for a superficial charm the night is laughing watching us turn absolutely nothing into form the season changed and the sky turned gray without the sun there is no night, or day the hours stack like sand in a glass i suppose i should sleep till spring like the grass but there's reason to believe that spring won't arrive there's reason to fear that when you left, I died when i look in the mirror, my face is too white when i check for a pulse, i'm afraid of the quiet definition is blurred by the shadows of white movement is stalled by the absence of light i can't bear the cold without the heat of my blood i can't find my heart without the warmth of your love If i start to cry the tears freeze on my face If i start to smile my skin cracks in place if i start to scream the snow buries the sound i slip on the ice that covers the ground like a snowman, with arms open wide i'll remember the spring i'll remember the light i'm petrified, like stone in the cold but i'll wait forever, frozen, and alone no one must know no one to call but for the lipstick and perfume there would be no trace here of me at all blinded by your tenderness crushed beneath your kiss i'm your silent partner in this a ghost in this room waiting for you but for the naked desire that promises to shelter a love-sick fool lost inside your wilderness exiled by your kiss i'm your silent partner in this intoxicated on the violence of this fire feeding the greed that burns my fingertips suffocated on the sweetest brutality and the warmth and breath and whisper of a liar nowhere to go beg me to stay can't you hide the kindness in your eyes that leaves me bleeding on and on this way? blinded by your tenderness crushed beneath your kiss i'm your silent partner in this for company i like lots of MTV stylish imagery, advised, connived, and contrived [...]

The bluest morning ever broke today forego the nighttime find the moon in the afternoon cry all day one is forgiven much too soon Another year has come and gone my way my blood is thicker showing signs of pathology fast on the track to decay remorse as company here to stay I need you I lost you What a shame The smoky faces lost in this café their lips forever chat a grey uniformity cry all day amazing lethargy here to stay I need you I lost you What a shame no sunrise no coffee What a shame No seaside no poets, no backbeat no lover, no mother no mainline, no downtime What a shame If today I follow death Go down its trackless wastes Salt my tongue on hardened tears For my precious dear time's waste Race Along that promised cave in a headlong Deadlong Haste Will you Have The Grace To mourn for Me? Will you Have The Grace To mourn for Me? The thrill is gone The thrill is gone I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your sighs Feel your touch and realize The thrill is gone The nights are cold For love is old Love was grand when love was new Birds were singin', skies were blue Now it don't appeal to you.. The thrill is gone This is the end So why pretend And let it linger on? The thrill is gone This is the end So why pretend And let it linger on? The thrill is gone "Here is something definite, something real. Thus, waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent, worshiping the chest of drawers, worshiping solidity, worshiping reality, worshiping the im- personal world which is a proof of some existence other than ours. That is what one wants to be sure of .... Wood is a pleasant thing to think about." "The Mark on the Wall" Virginia Woolf I've got a brain that's black and blue a waking state that feels like slumber can't find guitars that scream like you a raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success the chilling glare of younger failure a stranger turns away the rest and finds in me a well-worn savior This is too rich for my blood A heart that's torn, a sun still shines a broken man finds strength to labor a memory that's past it's prime will burn my frozen nights forever This is too rich for my blood I've got a brain that's black and blue a waking state that feels like slumber can't find guitars that scream like you a raw desire that pulls me under This is too rich for my blood Inside the cold of small success the chilling glare of younger failure a stranger turns away the rest and finds in me a well-worn savior [...]