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Vaudeville nights of yesterday,
Looking for love and escape in all the wrong places,
These days I see nothing but pretenders and intoxicated wise man....
where a few only check in and many check out,
As I talk to all these bar psychologists and preachers who have now ran out of words and belief,
I think deep to myself....what a wonderless façade!! In the heat of saturday night I hear all the mad and desperating Troubadours,
Telling me beautiful things through terrible words,
As the tainted cigarette haze clouds my aloneness and pain once more
I Think deep to myself.....where did it all go wrong?
Around here woman kiss me with their scythe lips telling me of lost innocence,
Let them come to our gathering gallows and try to write and capture our madness and suffering,
We are like old tainted postcards with no return adress or destination,
Either you fight your own escapism or you join it in your routine maddening Lullaby,
Where are all the straight Trees now that the weight and craziness of life has caught up with them and has cut them down?
While the crooked Trees grow unique and more beautifully strange,
I Think deep to Myself...... It is Closing time in the bar, but never in your scars and your soul.
I am not a ghost looking for rough diamonds at your feet,
But for your wounded ghosts to warm and serenade me,
It is 2 a m and I said what should not have been said,
The frozen moon is making me drunk and more estranged,
I spend my small hours between *warm beer and cold women,
Between catharsis and nocturnal emissions I shed my soul once again,
She was like an abandoned skid row waiting for me at my worst,
As night-owls and drunks look for their silver lining upon the strung out skies,
I Think deep to myself........ Between broken hearts and an abandoned Piano there are no lies. * words by Tom waits © John Restrepo
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