Hear silver trumpets will trill in the Arabic Streets of Seville. Oranges roll in the gutter. And you pick them up. And peel back the skin. To the red fruit within.
Times are tough for English babies. Send the army and the navy. Beat up strangers who talk funny. Take their greasy foreign money. . Skin shop, red leather, hot line.
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent. To throw them off the scent. Just let them guess, it's what they expect. Who in the world has bitten her neck?.
While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World". You request some song you hate you sentimental fool. And it's the force of habit. If it moves then you fuck it.
The tempest blows up from a squall. Past the Cape of Bad Conscience. Into the Gulf of the Cauldron. Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten. Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern.
I want a girl to make a mess. To do no wrong she must confess. And then perhaps hitch up her dress. 'Cos when the flashbulbs explode. She's such a sensitive soul.
Speak darkly, my angel. Or do I have to plead?. The sweetness has gone out of it. And all that's left is bitter barren greed. . A needy lover with her almost vanished liar.
Now everybody's breakin' up somebody else's home. Before somebody else starts breaking up their own. I get you in my dreams. You should hear the things you say.
The soldier asked my name, did I come here very often. Well, I thought that he was asking me to dance. In my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnet.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Giving you more of what for. Always worked for me before. Now I'm a shabby doll. . What's going on behind the. Green elevator door. With just a shabby doll.
Senior service. Junior dissatisfaction. It's a breath you took too late. It's a death that's worse than fate. . Senior service. Junior dissatisfaction.
Forever. It doesn't mean forever anymore. I said forever. But it doesn't look like I'm gonna be around much anymore. . When the heat gets sub-tropical.
Oh, I used to be disgusted. Now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted. You know the angels wanna wear my red shoes. . But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain.
Signal fading, listen to what I'm saying. Testing, testing. This better be worth all of the breath I'm wasting. Maintaining radio silence from now on.
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial. doing anything my radio advised. with every one of those late night stations. playing songs bringing tears to me eyes.
Put away forbidden playthings. Amusements and distractions. And dismantle the contraption and carry it away. . In time as beauty dissolves into glamor.
I've been on tenterhooks. Ending in dirty looks. Listening to the muzak. Thinking 'bout this and that. She said "that's that". I don't wanna chitter-chat.
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide. voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time. the night is my companion, and solitude my guide.
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun. To try to recapture his anger. He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs. Until he begins to feel younger.
The poisoned rose. That you gave to me. It left me half alive. And half in ecstasy. . But if half of your love. Is all I can win. Give me just a fraction.