........ohhh so good, ohhh so fine
My inspiration comes in small waves that drown well before the shore- Hokusai would sneer and spit and I'd have nothing left to do but shrug and admit the fundamental lack....Just let me off the fucking hook, for now at least....so of course I was working up a intensely bitter Schopenhauerian diatribe with trite bullshit like "Woman is deception, even as her performance is her most purely authentic moment"...but since that's a load of shit and the hot lights have been out for too long, now I'm left with nothing to do but enjoy baring the grisly wounds:
(He appears on stage, hand in hand with the glassy-eyed shade of Linda Ronstadt. His feet trace out a slow shuffle as Linda sings plaintively...)
Oh don't get me wrong
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
YES, ANY GUN CAN PLAY
And I ain't saying you ain't pretty
All I'm saying is I'm not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
KILL THEM ALL AND COME BACK ALONE
So...
...good-bye...
I'll be leaving
I see no sense in this
crying and grieving
We'll both
live a lot longer
........if you live without me
...(CURTAIN FALLS- The ghost disappears in a puff of marijuana smoke. He stands inside the darkened flat, the monument for something whose time even now slips wordlessly away. He speaks to the air and the past exhalations of a pair that can no longer be present: "You have made danger your vocation; there is nothing contemptible in that. Now you perish of your vocation: for that I will bury you with my own hands.")
(He appears on stage, hand in hand with the glassy-eyed shade of Linda Ronstadt. His feet trace out a slow shuffle as Linda sings plaintively...)
Oh don't get me wrong
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I am not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
YES, ANY GUN CAN PLAY
And I ain't saying you ain't pretty
All I'm saying is I'm not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me
KILL THEM ALL AND COME BACK ALONE
So...
...good-bye...
I'll be leaving
I see no sense in this
crying and grieving
We'll both
live a lot longer
........if you live without me
...(CURTAIN FALLS- The ghost disappears in a puff of marijuana smoke. He stands inside the darkened flat, the monument for something whose time even now slips wordlessly away. He speaks to the air and the past exhalations of a pair that can no longer be present: "You have made danger your vocation; there is nothing contemptible in that. Now you perish of your vocation: for that I will bury you with my own hands.")