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#16: Rapunzel

Well it was forty-five
Past midnight
The bouncers had just
Ended a fight
You materialize
In the stage-light
Sit at the piano
And plink That’s Life

I swear you appear to be
A mirage to me
Wearing an Arabian dress
And rosary beads
With a pink guitar pick
Between your teeth
Playing like falling rain
Patient certainty

Then you spit the pick
In the palm of your hand
And stride over
To the microphone stand
Tune the house guitar
Strum This Land is Your Land
Singing your own lyrics
About Afghanistan

1.Hey Rapunzel
Come down
From your tower
Return to me
At this witching hour
Sing to me
Your song of tender power
I need you

You sing like a volcano
Erupting honey
Lyrics raw
Concerning blood money
Your closing line
Eurydice can judge me
You put me in tune
With my heartbeat

Well I approach the stage
After your set
You’re like lightening up there
What can I expect?
I’m just a thin white man
You could see as a threat
But you’re convivially curious
All you want’s a drink and a friend

Well we talk until
Its thirty past three
You, the bartender, and me
A holy trinity
I ask for a date tomorrow
Please be free
Let’s talk forever about
Religion, death, and comedy

2. Hey Rapunzel
May I have
Your address?
I didn’t get your number
And I must confess
Without your voice
I am under duress
I need you

Well her eyes turned down
And she calmly explained
She lives in a tower
And can only descend for a stage
If there’s no stage
She evaporates
It was the bargain she made
To reverse her fate

I ask Fred the bartender
If he slipped us some LSD
He said come on now
I’m a man of dignity
She left her tip
Said I knew you wouldn’t believe me
I always get your admiration
I never have your sympathy

She doesn’t say goodbye
Just departs immediately
And I’m still fumbling for an apology
Not thinking expediently
I’m trailing her silhouette
Shouting please, wait for me
And when I get to the sidewalk
I only see the indifferent city

3. Hey Rapunzel
I built a stage
In the middle of Washington Square
And now the skaters can’t skate
Nor can the folkies and junkies
Until you re-animate
I need you

She’s such a knockout talent
And she actually talked to me
But now she’s gone and I’m just staring
At this family of gutter leaves
Dancing and swirling
Then falling in the breeze
Performing for that moment
Before retiring for eternity

All these nights I search
But haven’t found her again
Walking uptown to down
From Silvana to the Bitter End
If I could have believed
Or made myself pretend
I know she was real
The prophesized amend

All the while dreaming
About us on a fire escape
Her hair between my fingers
Upon her back a starry cape
Then we hold each other close
And simply fly away
Above the bodies and the buildings
This city of love and hate


#8: Stem of Time

A gray afternoon
On Fifth Avenue
Where dreams and reality
The homeless man
Wants to dance
With you
While you walk through
Filament truths
You thought knew

The folkies negotiate
Their record contracts
While slugging pills
For panic attacks
God forbid their truth is a lie
Like those secrets kept
Between you and I

Ten pretty lyricists
Atop Carnegie Hall
Tangled in parachutes
Thrashing for their fall
Meaning means nothing
At all

And on the stem
Of Time
You and I
Comprise a 21st Century
Though the roots are strong
The stem does bend
We climb and we don’t know why
For the rose
That must be our end

Another twilight
Over Riverside Drive
The fortress shines
Like it could be alive
An accident ahead
A stranger might’ve died
You are impatient
Because you need
To drive

Back to the neighborhood
You want to escape
Where they haven’t calculated love
Without their hate
And your meat is waiting
Don’t be late
For all the ways you call
Emptiness fate

And what you deem ambition
Annihilates the self
Because your happiness
Is owned by someone else
In you, I loved me
In the age of media
Connection’s an anomaly

Now you are gone
And I drive alone
Passenger seat empty
I could call you on the phone
I want to but I can’t
And I know I won’t
And you will and you might
But you don’t

I never wanted you to be a ghost to me
We were young and we were flesh
And for a second we were free
Now I am once again
Someone like me
Rubbing static crumbs of light
Within America’s dream

#6: Maniac Town

I don’t know
Why I need so many words
To say I’m stunned by
Your beauty
You might have heard
My regrettable words
That’s just what beauty
Can do to me
Out and around
This maniac town
I try to replace
My disgrace
With a beautiful sound
That will ultimately drown
The experience I wish to
I got in the game to a lie
To you it’s no surprise
You could see I was in
For the escape
The first time we met
My only regret
Was not realizing
Love can be felt for a place
Pleasure, pleasure
My instant treasure
I wanted to lie my way
Out of the crushing pressure
Man, I wish I had the right word
Time is like a blur
You only remember feelings
And who made you felt

#2: Joi De Vivre

Joie De Vivre

A mid-winter’s night dream
Rumors of sleet
And the ghost houses are sleeping

An absence of squirrels
Among the crushed leaves
My joie de vivre weakened

I search old coat pockets
For traces of you
A mystery deepened

You know
Time goes on
Without you
I never had designs
To doubt you
You constructed a façade
With perfect symmetry
We crafted our identities
In a new century

A summer night scene
Edible pink clouds
And the city’s fever dreaming

Teenage tribunals
Grimy communion
Small world scheming

I lost you
In my jean pockets
I know you’re out there
Hope you’re still feeling

And I know
The rhyme breaks
Without you
I loved your mirage
Enough to tout you
Before inevitable mimicry
Returned us to familiar company
But you’re more than a memory
To me

#1: American Virginity

You came around town
Post-fantasy, full breakdown
Looking to make an apology

The bell’s tolled twice
Upon the concordat
Of materialism
And monogamy

Its Queens and we don’t call this
The city
We dream of freedom
Not meaning
Being an object of pity
I hope it was love
Love that made me

American Virginity
American Virginity
Innocence is annuity
American Virginity

Sativa in a red dress
Loaning her caress
Said you need to get
Over it

You conversed with her pimp
Over cold dead shrimp
In the hotel
Where her father
Laid the brick

An understanding man
With a dollar in his hand
Said conversations with you
Really made him think

Well its life and there are bare walls behind
All your
Artistically worthless
Made for the purpose
Of separation
Now I know
It was hate
Hate that broke you
And I hope
That love
Can recreate you

In your

American Virginity

John Dillinger

It’s a simple point
In a simple plan
You take the money
Like slaughtering a lamb
A farmer watched his family starve
And only the rich can steal
So the fedora covers your eyes
And you forgot how to feel
They dropped you in a hole
Long ago
John Dillinger
Destroyer of the world

The police shoot, too
The police can shoot you
The nonviolent citizen
Who reads the news
So Dillinger went cold
After suffering in jail
Who’s the tormented and tormentor
Who’s the dragonhead and dragon tail
He liked Chicago
He liked to disappear
But to anyone paying attention
He’s still right here
At your side, tonight
Outside the Biograph
Strolling the sidewalk
Before the bloodbath
The G-Men scream
See! See! See!
See the color of the flood
The truth is red and mean
They dropped him in a hole
Long ago
John Dillinger
Destroyer of the world

And are they going to bury you
With that money
You know innocent got hurt
Innocent got slain
Over all that fame
I guess you’d say
You don’t care

A Thousand Kisses Deep by Leonard Cohen

You came to me this morning

And you handled me like meat.

You´d have to be a man to know

How good that feels, how sweet.

My mirror twin, my next of kin,

I´d know you in my sleep.

And who but you would take me in

A thousand kisses deep?

I loved you when you opened

Like a lily to the heat.

You see, I´m just another snowman

Standing in the rain and sleet,

Who loved you with his frozen love

His second-hand physique –

With all he is, and all he was

A thousand kisses deep.

I know you had to lie to me,

I know you had to cheat.

To pose all hot and high behind

the veils of sheer deceit

Our perfect porn aristocrat

So elegant and cheap

I’m old, but I’m still into that

A thousand kisses deep

I’m good at love, I’m good at hate

It’s in between I freeze

I’d work it out but it’s too late

It’s been too late for years

But you look good, you really do

They love you on the street

If you were here I’d kneel for you

A thousand kisses deep

The Autumn moved across your skin

Got something in my eye

A light that doesn’t need to live

Doesn’t need to die

A riddle in the book of love

obscure and obsolete

To be witnessed here in time and blood

A thousand kisses deep

And I’m still working with the wine

Still dancing cheek to cheek

The band is playing Auld Lang Syne

But the heart will not retreat

I ran with Diz I sang with Ray –

I did not have their sweep –

But once or twice, they let me play

A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened

Like a lily to the heat

You see, I´m just another snowman

Standing in the rain and sleet,

Who loved you with his frozen love

His second-hand physique –

With all he is and all he was

A thousand kisses deep

But you don’t need to hear me now

And every word I speak

It counts against me anyhow

A thousand kisses deep

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