I met her at that party
Pretense & Chateaudun
Lots of tipping cups
And glances around the room
She folded herself
Up against the wall
I took more morphine
And paraded down the hall
She fancied the pants off
I fancied the pants off
She's a good lover
She's a little blue
We drank wine by the litre
And grinned through red teeth
We looked down on Paris stars
Red lips met through grief
I prayed she'd know love, joy
She waited for me alone & sad
Cold and dark in wet winter Brixton
She was the best girl I ever had
She fancied the pants off
I fancied the pants off
She's an amazing lover
She's a little blue
She waited all the way
From Brixton to Philadelphia
I took dope to kill our pain
Pain too painful to share
I prayed childrens' prayers
And I prayed for death
My prayers were never answered
I was dying and she left
She fancied the pants off
I fancied the pants off
She's a lovely lover
She's a little blue
Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison...Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons. -Montaigne
Intro
O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
Oft have I watched to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,
With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,
Freely, some mountain height sublime,
Round mountain caves with spirits ride,
In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Goethe: Faust I.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
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