MonaVox
Rock n' Roll Doggie
Buying Fate
The American Romantics were tragic and new and borrowed an exit wound;
And this one, he made me us it and promised me background music,
All jazz and strings like distant bees and be-not-anybodies,
Notes like spiral staircases, born not belonging, just free.
And I wasn?t one for complications unless they were played in my own game.
I just wanted to be different, and you to feel the same.
Heroism escapes him in a world safe again for striped sneakers
And sleeping in on Sundays, while I waited for Eustacia?s fever.
I said ?Two-step while you?re young and wanting to get through to yourself;
You?ll just second-guess when you?re older and can?t do anything else.?
You were the baggage to take and the traffic to make and I was a Tinpan Alleycat that year.
I had no money but I had a chance. If I hadn?t swallowed the world, I wouldn?t be here.
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
You can slip on a ring or expensive things
And pretend you belong to somebody?s small talk backwash news
I didn?t love you first, but I loved you best; and I?m telling you
something beautiful.
Well the contact was a big band kiss across a smoky jungle room.
You said, ?baby, I just tried to be good, I tried to stay young for you.?
You get down but don?t get down on me, and the next day you felt better.
I took all the love under the bridge and went through it like water.
Maybe someday I?ll be older and feel it all at once, maybe someday.
I spent my pushing days saying words I wish I had made.
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
Something of your blood looks to the outside then looks to the ceiling of the streets.
I crossed with the man hired to clean the city, and came back with fields on either side of me.
It?s New York at the end of August, and you feel grand and grown at only 17.
?cause you can sit still for the street musicians? stories of seven seas
And you still believe in the distant bees and the be-not-anybodies
Yeah, you kill for what kills you
You?re born not belonging, just free.
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
Two-step while you?re young and wanting to get through to yourself.
You?ll just second guess when you?re older and can?t do anything else.
I?m telling you something beautiful.
I bought my fate in the wine-soaked days when I got tired of machines
I bought my fate from a street musician in front of the Uptown screens
Theatre voice saying ?I?m singing soft but talking big
And that is my big stick
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
Two-step while you?re young and wanting to get through to yourself.
You?ll just second guess when you?re older and can?t do anything else.?
The American Romantics were tragic and new and borrowed an exit wound;
And this one, he made me us it and promised me background music,
All jazz and strings like distant bees and be-not-anybodies,
Notes like spiral staircases, born not belonging, just free.
And I wasn?t one for complications unless they were played in my own game.
I just wanted to be different, and you to feel the same.
Heroism escapes him in a world safe again for striped sneakers
And sleeping in on Sundays, while I waited for Eustacia?s fever.
I said ?Two-step while you?re young and wanting to get through to yourself;
You?ll just second-guess when you?re older and can?t do anything else.?
You were the baggage to take and the traffic to make and I was a Tinpan Alleycat that year.
I had no money but I had a chance. If I hadn?t swallowed the world, I wouldn?t be here.
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
You can slip on a ring or expensive things
And pretend you belong to somebody?s small talk backwash news
I didn?t love you first, but I loved you best; and I?m telling you
something beautiful.
Well the contact was a big band kiss across a smoky jungle room.
You said, ?baby, I just tried to be good, I tried to stay young for you.?
You get down but don?t get down on me, and the next day you felt better.
I took all the love under the bridge and went through it like water.
Maybe someday I?ll be older and feel it all at once, maybe someday.
I spent my pushing days saying words I wish I had made.
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
Something of your blood looks to the outside then looks to the ceiling of the streets.
I crossed with the man hired to clean the city, and came back with fields on either side of me.
It?s New York at the end of August, and you feel grand and grown at only 17.
?cause you can sit still for the street musicians? stories of seven seas
And you still believe in the distant bees and the be-not-anybodies
Yeah, you kill for what kills you
You?re born not belonging, just free.
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
Two-step while you?re young and wanting to get through to yourself.
You?ll just second guess when you?re older and can?t do anything else.
I?m telling you something beautiful.
I bought my fate in the wine-soaked days when I got tired of machines
I bought my fate from a street musician in front of the Uptown screens
Theatre voice saying ?I?m singing soft but talking big
And that is my big stick
Right now the silence is growing, but someday I know I?ll sing.
Two-step while you?re young and wanting to get through to yourself.
You?ll just second guess when you?re older and can?t do anything else.?
