Its four in the morning, the end of december
Im writing you now just to see if youre better
New york is cold, but I like where Im living
Theres music on clinton street all through the evening.
I hear that youre building your little house deep in the desert
Youre living for nothing now, I hope youre keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
Youd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobodys wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see janes awake --
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
Im glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Monday, 25 August 2008
and hushh...
and all these wrinkles covering your face
around your eyes, under your eyes
in your eyes..
you're hiding behind diaphanous dust
behind lost twenty years, are they eating you up inside?
piece by piece...?
did your rouge fade to blue or to white ? or now its just grey?
so i am what you made me now, you, how can i destroy you ?
and hell is just the echo
of god’ s angry words
What a surprise
The You I despised was nothing but another me inside
and i feel older than you do
crying out for her, what you call the cure
to purify my troubled soul
to feel youth encore, encore.
and thank you for having her on my side.
my miserable twenty years has just began
and oh, how lovely.. i started the first year
while she's laughing with two tears ..
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