Can You Be True?
Can you be true?
Can this possibly be real?
I knew quite suddenly
Do you sense how I feel?
I long to hear you whisper my name
'Til you tell me
"My Darling, you may be my man."
There will be days when you must go from my sight
There may be nights when clouds deny us starlight
Episode Of Blonde
I spy for the "Spirit of Curiosity"
All the scandals of each vain monstrosity
I gossip and I pry and I insinuate
If the failure is great
Then it tends to fascinate
A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
Her lovers fell like skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane
But nothing could compare with the explosion of fame
Figure hanging on a leather band
Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand
Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time
Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime
So stay the hands, arrest the time
Till I am captured by your touch
Blessings I don't count
Small mercies and such
Siren is bending, the radio humming,
Sun is breaking through and the storm is coming
The score is obscure, the melody fractured
It went by my window
Refused to be captured
I hope that I wake up in time
Good King Neptune came flipping up my street
He was a sad case tripping up the staircase
My Flame Burns Blue (Blood Count)
As the last light glimmers
And the evening hours dim
Maybe I'm too proud to utter it out loud
Even though my flame burns blue
As the night's descending
Once again I find I'll tarry and pretend
My confidential friend
Will suddenly appear in view
Put Away Forbidden Playthings
Put away forbidden playthings
Amusements and distractions
And dismantle the contraption and carry it away
In time as beauty dissolves into glamour
It slips from your heart and falls under the hammer.
Put away forbidden playthings...
And never return to pluck out that jewel
Or find the thrill that slumbers still
Speak Darkly My Angel
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
Entangled as the gloom is strangled by the clinging briar
That ventures out to gather in the gloom
That perfect mouth is ruined now
That's How You Got Killed Before
Well, you're standing on the corner flagging all the girls you see
Now do like EC and let those ladies be
You know that's wrong, man, you know that's wrong
Boy, you better get control - that's how you got killed before
That girl you just met who got a big guy for a pal
Who'll put knots on your head for messing with his gal
So take it steady, man, let those women go
Well, I'm just trying to tell you - that's how you got killed before