The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68 And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café You laugh he said you think youre immune Go look at your eyes theyre full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies pretty lies When you gonna realize theyre only pretty lies Only pretty lies just pretty lies He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said Drink up now its getting on time to close Richard, you havent really changed I said Its just that now youre romanticizing some pain thats in your head You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet Love so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright Im gonna blow this damn candle out I dont want nobody comin over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin behind bottles in dark cafes dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase these dark café days
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 20:02:48 +0000
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