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Tropicalia
When they beat Upon a broken guitar And on the streets They reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay When they dance in a reptile blaze You wear a mask An equatorial haze Into the past A colonial maze Where there's no more confetti to throw You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be evicted You're out of luck You're singing funeral songs To the studs They're anabolic and bronze They seem to strut In their millennial fogs 'Til they fall down and deflate You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be evicted Now you've had your fun Under an air-conditioned sun It's burned into your eyes Leaves you plain and left behind See them eyes and fall Into the jaws of a pestilent love You didn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waiting in vague hotels To be a victim |
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Have you got a fine place to slip to when you're feeling down?
Have you had a week or two just to get your troubles down? Found a lot of life and laughter with a grandfather in the bowery She had a body of sixteen or seventeen She had a mind of forty I met her on a cold day In a city far away With the worlds about zero And I saw at once into her soul She's gonna call me her hero Never like a walk in the rain or the lane I found a lot of death that day With the grandfather in the bowery 'Cause I like her like the world She had a halo of gold Told me stories of her life and the courage was sublime Pantomime I walk the line 'Cause you're blind I walk the line |
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