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Idealised vision of a woman through a smokefilled
twentieth century screenplay
Advancing
Towards protagonist with paperback and beer
Manifestly failing to disappear
Now that the children are asleep
You want to play
But you’re so lazy
She walks into the bar
And there you are
Still life watercolour Woman In A Window
Considers role of kitchen sink drama queen
Stage left - protagonist with cigarette and pen
Considers form of racehorses, IBM
Declining issues led advancing two to one
In slow trading
She walks into the bar
And there you are
No longer angry
No longer young
No longer driven to distraction
Not even by Scarlett Johansson
A few moving parts
Need to be replaced
The engine starts
But only on Tuesdays
But look at it this way -
Now that the children are asleep
You want to play
But you’re so lazy
She walks into the bar
And there you are
She walks into the bar
And there you are
Clearly you can see that I am bleeding
Clearly you can see my clothes are torn
Clearly this demands an explanation
Only I can offer none
My other life
Witnesses have placed me at the crime scene
Forensic evidence concurs
Samples taken from under my fingernails
Support the prosecution's case
My other life
Analysis has failed to find a motive
Hypnotists have failed to beak the code
Journalists are camped out on my doorstep
Perchance that I might slip and drop the key
My other life
Welcome to my made for TV movie
I look strangely placid on the stand
You can be the judge and you the jury
Consider please the allegations
My other life
I slip away to my other life
With no regret or remorse
Happy and gay in my other life
No need to wake me Monday morning
From my other life
When you're nothing to no one
And you're less to your kin
And you're looking for someone
Who won't cling to anything
So you're stuck in some motel
With the sound of her sleeping
Don't you feel kind of old now
Well, ain't that a funny thing
I used to wake up early
I used to try to believe
But life seems neverending
When you're young
So you're back on the highway
And there's wind in her hair
And you know that it's no time for thinking
About somebody up there
Beause you'll turn her to drinking
And you'll lead her to hell
With her bible beside her
She surely looks like an angel
I used to wake up early
I used to try to believe
But faith is never easy
When you're young
I used to wake up early
Now it's hard, hard enough to sleep
But life seems neverending
When you're young
I've been bought and sold and
I've been hung upside down
So you can hear me breathing
Do you think it's easy?
I've been aching all through summer
I've been aching, just to fall
Cut me down
I've been Billy Name and
Filled my pockets with sand
I've seen everything
I hang upon your pretty frown
I have wasted all my summer
I've been aching, just to fall
Cut me down
All she had too much class to mention
Were the things he never knew
All the things she left unspoken
Were the things he needed so
(I'm not hurting anymore..)
I've been bought and sold and
I've been hung upside down
Can hear me breathing
Do you think it's easy?
I may find it had to follow
I've been aching, just to fall
Cut me down.
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Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days
She says a girl needs a gun these days
Hey, on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
She is less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San Jose
And her neverborn child still haunts her
As she speeds down the freeway
As she tries her luck with the traffic police
out of boredom more than spite
She never finds no trouble she tries too hard
She's obvious despite herself
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She says all she needs is therapy yeh all you need is love is all you need
Jodie never sleeps because there are always needles in the hay
She says that a girl needs a gun these days
Hey, on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
As she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
Her heart.. her heart is like crazy paving
Upside down and back to front
She says”Ooh it's so hard to love
when love was your great disappointment.”
June is busting out all over
I think she's trying to bare her soul
And I don’t mind just looking at her
But she's just taking off her clothes
She's in love with him
I'm in love with her
Here we go again
More vin ordinaire
June is smoking with a vengeance
She's trying to look like Patti Smith
I think she's trying to make a statement
But neither she nor I knows what it is
She's in love with him
I'm in love with her
Here we go again
More vin ordinaire
She's sitting on my bed
Having taken off her dress
After everything she said
She's settling for less
She looks right through me
She knows it's moving me
But she doesn't want to know
And there's no beauty
There's no communion here
Just a time to fill a hole
She's in love with him
I'm in love with her
Here we go again
More vin ordinaire
She's sitting on my bed
Having taken off her dress
After everything she said
She's settling for less
You were an innocent child before I laid my hands on you
And all that pain that you held inside
Was just waiting to bloom in a darkened room
And you just flew right into the light and came alive
My little butterfly
Well, you'd never known love and you'd never known pain
But you found out that they were just like wine and champagne
You could drink a little more, then you hurt a little less
And you'd get that butterfly feeling underneath your dress
And your promises would turn into lies
then you'd fly
My little butterfly
Now I'm lying here, babe, on your side of the bed
And I've got unclean thoughts flying through my head
And I'm thinking about love, yes I'm thinking about pain
And I'm thinking about some way that I might feel good again
Yes, I'm thinking about my little butterfly
Just another bunch of torn down college graduates
Trying to find a place to set down for a while
Too pumped up to fake it
Too belligerent to take it sitting down
Early town
Just another bunch of would be desperadoes
Failing to pace themselves against the grain
Strung out on semantics
Holiday Inn vigilantes
Late night, early town
Oh, Los Angeles
How do you sleep?
You seem so full of cocaine
and self belief
If I could get me some
I'd take it and I'd run
Oh, but it's just another
Late night, early town
Is t too late to be post modern lovers?
Is it too late to straighten out the show?
The sky is turning grey
and now the afterparty fades
We're coming down
on an early town
Oh, Los Angeles
How do you sleep?
You seem so full of cocaine
and self belief
If I could get me some
I'd take it and I'd run
Oh, but it's just another
Late night, early town
Late night, early town
Am I supposed to sleep
Here all alone?
Beneath the shadow of the minibar
With the promise of a Spectravision girl
A Spectravision girl
Oh, those Spectravision girls...
In the prime of your life
At a time when a crisis is common in men
Old enough to know better
In the middle of life
Equally distant from mother and maker and
My, old enough to know better
Look at you man, she says
You're mutton dressed as lamb
Fancy yourself, very gentleman's quarterly
What in the world would a home county girl want with you?
Opportunity waits
In the window for men in a moment of weakness
Old enough to know better
And when it's too late, she smiles, takes your hand and says
Sorry I ruined your life
Old enough to know better
Look at you man, she says
You're mutton dressed as lamb
Fancy yourself, very gentleman's quarterly
What in the world would a home county girl want with you?
There's no release in your life
Even though the skies are blue
Don't they let the sun shine through?
Because he is a jerk, I guess
Does that mean he loves you less?
Could you forgive that boy?
Could you find some part of your aching heart
To forgive that boy?
Could you take him home?
Could you hold him in your arms
Until the morning comes?
When he's all cried out
Could you be that girl?
And what if it were you who fell
Would he have you go to hell?
Because he is a man, it's true
Well, wasn't she a woman too?
Could you forgive that boy?
Could you find some part of your aching heart
To forgive that boy?
Could you take him home?
Could you hold him in your arms
Until the morning comes?
When he's all cried out
Could you be that girl?
Rather than you, she said
I prefer solitude
Rather than company
I prefer cigarettes
Even Los Angeles
suffers occasionally
Do you have somewhere to stay?
But no more love songs
Not for me
I gave her whisky
and she gave me everything
There was a boy, she said
Beautiful, eloquent
He went to Spain
and where he went, she went
No Joan of Arc
She was broken, discarded
And that was a long time ago
Still, no more love songs
No more love songs
Still, you might as well live
I'll drink to harmony
Peace and disarmament
I'll dance the victory waltz
But no more love songs
No more
The sheets and I in disarray
In evidence before the light of day
A robe is strewn across the floor
The wind blows in through the open door
and I'm gone
The sky is clear
The road is wide
There's not a single sign of life
A suitcase filled with memorabilia
And one last shot in a magazine
and I'm gone
And how could it be so wrong
When it was so right?
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She drove her mother's car it was a 2CV
I was most impressed by her casual dress
I was most impressed
Inside a rented room coloured deepest blue
I suppose we found some kind of happiness
To fill the emptiness
We were simply wasting precious time
Hiding from the cruelest summer sky
She took her mother's car to get away from me
Heaven knows that I.. I can sympathize
Oh, I can sympathize
For we were never close if the truth were told
All we ever shared was a taste in clothes
No, we were never close
We were simply losing everything
Underneath the cruelest London sun
We were simply wasting precious time
We were simply wasting precious time
We were simply wasting precious time
Strange to see you babe, ain't nothing down here free
Did you lose your ticket? hope you weren't looking for me
I'm still wearing the scars I got from being your fool
You messed me up pretty good babe I didn't mean to ruin you
I remember when I first saw you babe you were looking pretty good
You said you were looking for love, well then why didn't you?
You just sat there taking everything you could get
Never thought one day you might have to pay for it
Did you ever dream baby one day you might fall
And feel your back against the wall?
Did you ever dream baby one day you might crawl
did you ever dream?
Now when you're putting on your face I guess that you feel kind of low
Knowing that you past your best and you've got nothing to show
Well, baby, you know just as well as I some fool is going to fall your way
Only this time around you might have to pay for it
Did you ever dream baby one day you might fall
And feel your back against the wall?
Did you ever dream baby one day you might crawl?
Did you ever dream, baby?
When you had no need, baby
Did you ever dream
That you might have to
Pay for it?
So she lay down on the floor
Couldn't stand it anymore
She said so
Another planet for the girl
Another boy against the world
Who almost prayed
And when she says
I want you, boy
Don't lose your head
It couldn't possibly be true
She's the impossible girl
Girl impossible
Bloody Monday afternoon
You want to blame it on the moon
But she says "No, no"
Because there isn't any fair
Because there is no antidote
To her
She calls collect
You cancel everything and yet
Friday she's not there
She's the impossible girl
Girl impossible
She's impossibly beautiful
And she's impossibly something else
Is that her lipstick on your shirt?
Hell, your so mannish, it must hurt
..Another planet for the girl
Another boy against the world
Who almost said
I think I fell in love with you
And then again, my friend
It couldn't possibly be true
She's the impossible girl
Girl impossible
Absolutely sweet impossible girl
Another planet for the girl
Another boy against the world
I am cold, distant, increasingly resistant to your smile
And this I don't deny
You are bold, beautiful, I'm always going to be in love with you
Amphetamines or none
You say - Give it to me straight
Well I already did
There isn't any more
And what pale fire I ever had is gone
But you don't want to hear that in a song
Music in a foreign language
Words that we don't understand
Melodies won't come between us
And even if you wanted - we can't sing along
La la la...
I heard a voice - resonant, born of Scandinavian descent
I didn't comprehend a single word, sentence
My stunted sensibility content
To listen without words
I'll try to give it to you straight
My heart is almost full - there's not a lot of space
And so forgive me if I'm less than awed
By your world weary twenty-six year old
Music in a foreign language
Words that we don't understand
Melodies won't come between us
And even if you wanted - we can't sing along
La la la...
You say I'm dry - a scientist
No mate for the lioness you are
Yes - I can hear you roar
Somebody somewhere must pay
Not you, you just walk away
To the foot of her stairs
She at the top with her head in the clouds
Was she easily led?
well, can you tell me that you were not
You, unwashed and undressed
She with her head full of your cigarettes
She is oh such a pretty one
Wrapped up in needlecord and coincidence
And you don't know what to want
'Til it's gone, gone, gone
Pretty gone
Somebody somewhere must pay
Somebody else will confess all your sins
You'll be saved then you'll step on that face
She will laugh, she will kiss she and tell
She is gone, she is pretty gone
She's under your thumb
Oh you little man
And you don't know what you want
'Til she's gone, gone, gone
Pretty dress
Full of nothingness
To confess, she is nothing less
She was half way to holiness
when you said
Won't you put on your dress
and come down to Magazine Avenue
Won't you put on your dress and come down?
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
and double pneumonia in a single room
and the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you?
This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
with ashtray clothes and miss lonleyhearts' pen
with which I wrote for you a love song in tatoo upon my palm
'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand
You see I, I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
Too easily
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
and my aim was taboo, you
could we meet in the market place
did I ever hey please, did you wound my knees?
You see I, I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
Yes it's too easy
There's nobody else to blame
Will I hang my head in a crying shame
There's nobody else to blame
Nobody else except my sweet self again
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
that the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you?
Looking like a born again
Living like a heretic
Listening to Arthur Lee records
Making all your friends feel so guilty
about their cynicism
And the rest of their generation
Not even the government are going to stop you now
But are you ready to be heartbroken?
Are you ready to be heartbroken?
Pumped up full of vitamins
On account of all the seriousness
You say you're so happy now
you can hardly stand
Lean over on the bookcase
If you really want to get straight
Read Norman Mailer
Or get a new tailor
Are you ready to be heartbroken?
Are you ready to be heartbroken?
Are you ready to bleed?
What would it take
What would it take to wipe that smile off of your face?
Are you ready to be..
Are you ready to bleed?
I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement they're all down in the cellar
with their government grants and my IQ
They brought me down to size academia blues
Louise is a girl I know her well
She's up on the pavement yes she's a weather girl
And I'm staying up here so I may be undone
She's inappropriate but then she's much more fun and
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin
Shame on you you've got no sense of grace Shame on me just in case I might
Come to a conclusion other than that which is absolutely necessary
and that's perfect skin
Louise is the girl with the perfect skin
She says turn on the light otherwise it can't be seen
She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
And she's sexually enlightened by Cosmopolitan and
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
for her perfect skin
Yeah that's perfect skin
She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
of her family life pretty weird at times
At the age of ten she looked like Greta Garbo and I loved her then
But how was she to know that
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin
Up eight flights of stairs to a basement flat
Pretty confused huh being shipped around like that?
Seems we climbed so high now we're down so low
Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one.
They were married in June
She was gone before the leaves were even turning
She said "Well, I knew he was a fool, but somehow I
thought my welfare concerned him"
Must the one always have to change
Whilst the other must always remain?
Must the cards all be dealt facing down?
Turn away, turn away, turn your blue skies to grey
Now, when it comes to September
I've got my own unhappy song
October, November, December
And still she is gone
Unhappy song
He was torn between the romance and the mundane
He was torn every morning.
He was surprised or was he horrified to find
The mundane the more rewarding
She was upon him before he even knew it
And anyone who had a hat would surely know
It only rains when you leave it at home,
And all the umbrellas are broke.
Oh, save yourself a fiver, you're already soaking
Come on September
and sing me that old unhappy song
October, November, December
And still she is gone
Unhappy song
They were married in June
There was ice beneath the snow
And everywhere else was closed,
But the locks had been changed
Sure, the neighbors were the same, they said
"You never should treat someone so bad."
She was gone before the leaves were even turning
She said "Well, I knew he was a fool, but somehow I
thought my welfare concerned him"
Must the one always have to change
Whilst the other must always remain?
Must the cards all be dealt facing down?
Turn away, turn away, turn your blue skies to grey
Now, when it comes to September
I've got my own unhappy song
October, November, December
And still she is gone
Unhappy song
