I can't articulate this sudden need for space. You ask me where it hurts. And the circle closes. Our demographic, digital static. Are we stillborn?. Are we still brothers?.
You're the same old bore. I know that, no need to remind me. I know from experience that nothing gold can stay. Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan.
Pull the world out from underneath you. There is no one here to greet you. Just days like snakes crawling up your leg. The work seems worthless, at least hardly worth it.
One, two, three. . Won't you let me walk you home from school?. Won't you let me meet you at the pool?. Maybe Friday I can get tickets for the dance. And I'll take you.
She's bright and you're bleak. Then she kicked you out into the street. You call her when you're weary and weak. And the coma you slip into. Will hold all this against you.
Folding love letters and carefully placing them. in a box underneath my bed. When I drink I read over them. I'm much stronger than I was when I knew her,.
[Originally by Joni Mitchell]. The last I saw Richard was in Detroit '68 and he told me, "All romantics meet the same fate someday: cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe." "You laugh," he said, "you think you're immune, well go look into your eyes they're full of moons, you like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies, pretty lies, when you gonna realize they're all just pretty lies, only pretty lies?" Put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whir and the barmaid came by in fishnet stockings and a bowtie and said, "Drink up now, its getting on time to close." "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "just now that you're romanticizing some kind of pain that's in your head, you've got tombstones in your eyes but the songs you picked to dream on, listen, they speak of a love so sweet. Love so sweet, when you gonna get yourself back up on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater and her bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator, and now he drinks alone most nights with the TV on and all the house lights off, crying. "I'm gonna blow this damn candle out, I don't want nobody coming over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about" All good dreamers end this way, staring down bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes, only a phase before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away, only a phase, these dark cafe days..
Something inside me tells me not to wait,. makes me so happy just to see your face. and I know were both scared to call this fate.. Forgive me for sadness, it's been a long wait..
I always had, always chose, to play with fire.. I never tell, until now, my heart's desire.. . Wade up to the line, and reach up to the other side,. it's me I find..
He's got eyes like burning embers. He's looking for relief. Going faster double blind. His reputation is getting loud, yes. . That's a man. That's a man.
I could retire on a Caterpillar tire. Somewhere on a river in the great US. The world slidin' by, every day is July. Just tubin' down the river with my mind at rest.
(Clive Gregson). . Sometimes it hurts so much that I wonder. What kind of spell I am under. That makes me feel this way. I know the ways of love aren't easy.
Theres a light. Certain kind of light. Never shone on me. . And I want my love to be. Livin' with you. Livin' with you. . Now theres a way. Everybody say.
(Bill Cuomo/Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson). . The neon sign lights up the room. She lifts the shade to feel the night. The universal song is playing again.
She works real hard in an all night cafe. She says, she loves her job, wouldn't have it any other way. Then he walks in wearin' cheap cologne. She said I'll take off early if you'll take me home.