Mayfair strange in the morning light. Mayfair strange in the summer night. Mayfair strangest in the afternoon. Mayfair stretching far above. Full of fame but lacking love.
Monkey And Bear. . Down in the green hay. Where monkey and bear usually lay. They woke from a stable-boy's cry. . He said; someone come quick!. The horses got loose, got grass-sick!.
My Flower Sky. -------------. I have tried to paint it. My own flower sky. A garden of color. I cannot describe. . And I have made a way there. Through these corridors.
No sign of heaven here. Just some run-down imitation white cloud. So you been crying hard. Wake up and up. to what you been lying on. I don't ask for the earth.
Elvis (?) is probably 30 years old. He looks like a Saab in '45. Cliff says he's got a headache. . Looks like shit and it feels like America. Looks like shit and it feels like America.
She walks slowly past your eyes. And you know it's no surprise. That you will never know Miss Temptation. . You'll go out and touch the trees. Feeling the warm breeze.
She never should have rented this apartment in the Mortal City. The cold comes though every crack she puts her hand up to. The radiator's broken so she has to use electric heat.
The blue it speaks so full. It's like the beauty, one can barely stand. Or too much things dropped in your hand. And there's a green like the peace in your heart sometimes.