Tom:
Intr.:
Last time I saw Richard was Detroit In'68
And He told me all romantics meet the same fate some day
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café
You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're fool of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When You gonna realize they're only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, just pretty lies
He put a quarter in the wurtilzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirl
And a barmaid came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And She said "Drink up now it's getting on time to close."
"Richard, haven't really changed," I said
You've got tombs in your eyes, but the songs
You punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of loves so sweet
When You gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, loves so sweet
Richard got married to a figures skater
And He bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drink at home now most nights with the tv on
And all the house lights left uo bright
I'm gonna blow this dam candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this aways some day
Hidin' behind bottless in dark cafes
dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days
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