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Excuse me, could I use your pen
I have mislaid my own
Somewhere out here in space and time
Between this place and home
Maybe she lies on the subway platform
Forsaken and forlorn
All of this and more and that's not all
I can't recall
What was on my mind in Amsterdam
In 1984?
And what did I want from the pouring rain
Was it phonographic score?
And why was my head in the unmade bed
With a girl who's name I lost?
I can't unwrite the tune
Or discount the cost
I can't recall
I met a bartender at 3 of Clubs
Which is somewhere in LA
I thought, maybe, he was a friend of mine
I almost knew his face
Reluctantly impressionist
No star to chart my course
Ships pass in the night and take on board
More than I recall
Excuse me, could I use your pen
I have mislaid my own
Somewhere out here in all this space and time
Between this place and home
Maybe she lies on the check out station
Forsaken and forlorn
I've half a mind to find myself
And half...
I can't recall
Precise Coordinates
I can't recall
Entire relationships
I can't recall
The colour of her eyes
Or the feeling of her skin
Pressing against mine
I can't recall
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
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
Smile, she said, and if you want
I'll look the other way
Until you regain your melancholy disposition
Or until you get over yourself
You're such a European SOB
Could you exist without your irony?
I guess that you're afraid to alone or be alive
Or be a boy without a girl
Monday morning feeling alright
What's wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all
Open your eyes, there's nothing but blue skies
What's wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all
Could you believe in anything?
Could I believe in you? she said
And maybe I don't want to be you mother
And could you bear to be sincere for just one day?
Smile, she said, and if you want
I'll look the other way
And you can go back to your Five Leaves Left
And you can call me when you get over yourself
Monday morning feeling alright
What's wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all
Open your eyes, there's nothing but blue skies
What's wrong with this picture?
Nothing at all
Independent reader I
Looking for a better quality of life
Seeking to depart from lonely hearted page
Sensitive to greying hair
Looking for a w/sense of humour
Do you have a script
Perchance, I could rewrite?
Man on the verge
Of the nerve
For "Hello, I love your shirt"
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge
9/11 subway train
You had yellow hair and mine is grey
You half smiled
Got off at Astor Place
Man on the verge
Of the words
to "Hello, I love your shirt"
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge
Waiting for the kiss of life
seemingly lost without a TV Guide
Boyish 37
Sorely uninspired
Single melancholy male
Owning up to loneliness is no big deal
Everything is gone tomorrow miss you much
Man on the verge
Of the nerve
For "Hello, I love your shirt"
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge
Man on the verge
Mouthing the words
And the air between them
Could it hurt?
Man on the verge
Look at the world through a rose tint lens
I get mine from a poison pen
I've got a negative attitude
And I don't mind
You want to paint the renaissance fair
I want to try to relate to your colourful hair
Is that a negative attitude?
Why be content with the sky
when there's higher to go?
Get off the floor
Help your self to some more
Because it's free to be you
And it's free to be me
and I know
Look at the girl on the bad hair day
Look very close, I think I like what she's trying to say
She's got a negative attitude
Why be content with the sky
when there's higher to go?
Get off the floor
You can dance if you're bored
Because it's free to be you
And it's free to be me
and I know
I heard it on my radio
You want to sleep in an Ono sack
We want to live in a prefab shack in New Hampshire
We've got a negative attitude
Why be content with the sky
when there's higher to go?
Get off the floor
Help your self to some more
Because it's free to be you
And it's free to be groovy, I know
I heard it on my radio
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
Too much music
Too many bars
Too much traffic
Too much art
Too much information
Too many jams
Too much zen
Too much medication
Too much of everything
Too many stations
Too many waves
Too many sponsors
Too much to save
Too much much demographics
Too many lists
Too much entertainment
To much ink
Too much of everything
Too much progress
Too much space
Too many futures
Too much to case
Too much analysis
Too many pills
I'm in rehabilitation
I've taken too much
Too much of everything
I tried to rock
I tried to rock
And still I tried to rock
I did not try to fail
I did not fail to see
That what it takes to rock
Is that which I have not
I didn't try for such a long time
I didn't try so very hard
Maybe I could have been more focussed
You see, I wanted to be blind
I tried to rock
I grew my hair
My walls were bare
I had one red wine glass
It was self fulfilling
I had four girlfriends
No visible means of support
I lived on credit card rye bread
And maybe I should have tried in Memphis
Maybe I should have stayed home
Maybe I should have taken a little something
You know, I wasn't even stoned
When I tried to rock
And if you think I let you down
And if I called you babe
I didn't mean to say that you were just a babe
Babe, you're such a babe
I lay down here
I woke up over there
I lay me down somewhere else
I guess I needed to
try on something new
I tried to no avail
I guess I'm glad I failed
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?
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?
