Must be love that whispers in my ear Must be love that we keep trying to hear 'Cause I imagined this kind of wonderful choice I imagine you hear the very
Eddie's got one crazy eye that turns him into a cartoon when a pretty girl walks by and there's nothin' here to do
My funny valentine My sweet comic valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks they are laughable They, they're un-photographable But still,
And my hands are flickering And the water turns to tracing paper and I watch you dry I'm an army of stills like you flick between your fingers You will
Well we were born forever We are twinned in a fugitive mind Friends should stay together and Light the world with the fugitive kind So you keep talking
We go down round The far side of the tracks Lolita's playing dominoes and poker Behind their daddy's shacks Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys On a pearl splashing
I would call him, Hey Bub He had a little place he kept for me And he would tell me (Poof) Boy, we were so in love He moved us to a home there A place
A distant light finds me when I'm with you A distant light knows me when I'm through Once I mistake you For somebody else Mistook you for somewhere, mistook
about your different lives On this is here people farm I heard some of you got your families Living in cages tall and cold And some just sit there and dust away Past
I say this was no game of chicken, you were aiming your best friend That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck I think you picked this
They were reaching to get to They was a rapping the flat scat Diamond dialectos of points and taps Between the chicken and the back They drew themselves a be-bop Midnight
The tigers come at four Shaped like the curtain and the floor Like the stars they once were wild and cold Your turn to see me I can?t believe it?s really
Take a walk around midnight in the city Young blood is hiding there somewhere If you're looking for something to do There's always something happening
Every time I hear that march from Lohengrin I am always on the outside lookin' in Maybe, that is why I see the funny side When I see somebody's brother
Sal was working at Nyro's nook in downtown Selling articles of congress to these people downtown He was pretty sleezy when I met him A weasel in a poor
He's an ugly man He always was an ugly man He grew up to be like his father An ugly man And he'll tell you lies He'll look at you and tell you lies He
She was pregnant in May Now they're on their way Dashing through the snow To St. John's, here we go Well, it could be a boy It's okay if he's a girl
The most as you'll ever go Is back where you used to know If grown-ups could laugh this slow Where as you watch the hour snow Years may go by And years