Old jazz guys being interviewed. Thirty years beyond their prime. With memories of road shows. From the Golden Age of Swingtime. The piano player strikes a chord.
Constancy dwells in. Realms of perfection. I hear the call. Life is free and love is all. Cleave to me. Harmony holds forth. Pleasures abounding. And love is free.
Candy came back to amazing acclaim. Saying if this is love give me more of the same. The people were waiting in crowds for the sight. Of her face in the car driving into the night.
Sometimes it seems unimaginable. That you were ever any other way. With your white rose face and your orphan clothes. Embroidered jeans and silver chains.
One, two, three. That's how elementary it's gonna be. Just fine and dandy. It's easy. Like taking candy from a baby. . Primitive country. Rich in minerals, you.
You told the man in the Broadway Hotel. Nothing was stranger than being yourself. And he replied, with a tear in his eye. Love was a rollaway. Just a cajole away.
The subway station's closed again. Sleeps beneath its veil of rain. My footprints' broken trail behind. Steals the nightlights from my mind. . The dark deserted streets then clear.
When your little world has fallen apart. You'll be living on Beacon Street. In a flat above a laundry. It's warm and forgiving on Beacon Street. Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves.
You've got a bad reputation. All over the street. There's some indication. You've been indiscreet. . Oh I know you can turn on the charm. When you feel so inclined.
When we came to the station all the trains were rusty. The doors were open and the windows broken in. There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty.
Long before I ever saw. The frost upon your face. I was haunted by your beauty. And it drew me to this place. I felt the chill of mystery. With one foot on your shore.
One day you fell. Down from the sky. You oversaw things. Forgot how to fly. You're an angry bird. Walking in circles all alone. Angry bird. Now you don't belong.
Anna, turns out the light. Sits down alone. The echo of his foot on the stair. Turning to stone. No, he didn't take very much. Just your flesh from the bone.
This is the day you disappeared. Your hand was steady and I know that your mind was clear. You left a note up on the shelf. Saying "I would rather be anyone but myself".
Lucy worked a different club every day. And though she put her mind to it. Her heart was never in it. She stayed around just long enough to get paid. She won't pass the time with you.
Every evening. You come around here in your cloak of lies. Half-believing. I sit and listen as you offer up the prize. . Pick up your smile. Just go faithless friend.
Said the apple to the orange:. "Oh I wanted you to come. Close to me and kiss me to the core. Then you might know me like no other orange. Has ever done before".
Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from where she lives. In a car crash, people gathered around the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black.
What if you reached the age of reason. Only to find there was no reprieve. Would you still be a man for all seasons?. Or would you just have to leave.
Nothing that's forced can ever be right. If it doesn't come naturally, leave it. That's what she said as she turned out the light. And we bent our backs as slaves of the night.