One Crowded Hour Lyrics - Singles - Augie March

Should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen 

In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen; 

If love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw? 

And that doesn't hold nothing together 

Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sick 

And I know it's making you sick 

There's nothing there, it's like eating air 

It's like drinking gin with nothing else in 

That doesn't hold me together. 

But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room 

And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom 

I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June 

But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin 

Now I know you like your boys to take their medicine 

From the bowl with a silver spoon 

Run away with the dish and scare the fish by the silvery light of the moon 

Who were taught from the womb to believe to the tune 

In as far as their bleeding eyes see 

Is a pleasure pen, meant for them, built for and rent for them 

Not for the likes of me 

Not for the like of you and me 

And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room 

And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom 

I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June 

But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin 

Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the song land 

She takes into hers my hand 

She says, "Boy I know you're lying 

Oh but then, so am I," 

And to that I said "Oh well." 

They put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion 

In fact I know the language well 

I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell 

That night, the silence gave birth to a baby 

They took it away to her silent dismay 

And they raised it to be lady 

Now she can't keep her mouth shut 

But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room 

And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom 

I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June 

But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin 

One crowded hour, you were the only one in the room 

Well I played a few songs for those bumps in the night 

In fact I played this very tune 

You said, "What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent doom?" 

And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.