Over your shoulder, please dont mind me. If my eyes have fallen onto your magazine. Oh, Ive been watching and wondering. Why your face is changing with every line you read.
I should know to leave them home. They follow me through the store with these toys I can't afford. Kids, take them back, you know better than that. Dolls that talk, astronauts, t.v. games, airplanes.
Mercy, mercy, why didn't we hear it?. Mercy, mercy, why did we read it. Buried on the last page of our morning papers?. . The plan was drafted, drafted in secret.
Here is the store house of Her Majesty. Well guarded by sentry but looks are free. . Call this the ray-less and benighted age. Witches by tallow candles shifted.
How did they teach you to be. Just a happy puppet dancing on a string?. How did you learn everything. That comes along with slavish funnery?. . Tell me something, if the world is so insane.
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines. Down prairie roads, pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?. . There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky.
Hey Jack Kerouac. I think of your mother. And the tears she cried. They would cry for none other. Than her little boy lost in a little world that hated.
Greta's cedar hope chest. Is full of pamphlets. Glass shelves of romantic vignettes. A journal laced with sedimentary prose. . Norma gathers and collects vintage photoplays.
These are the days, ohh. . These are days, you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise. Will the whole world be warm as this and as you feel it.
Come as we go far away. From the noise of the street. Walk a path so narrow. To a place where we feel at ease. . Some think iit's so haunting. To be drawn to the.