He's a man-sized Eldorado, Hooved a doo
and who could blame him. Where we going?
What's the ticket? Just the mention of Berlin makes me sexy
and tired of thinking about drinking
for thinking of drinking while thinking
about drinking and thinking about drinking
It's a man-sized inside
Look in here it's all hardwood.
What's that smell? Smells like coffee
If you regret it please say something,
I've got no genius for evil that makes me common
and tired of loving, recovering, loving, recoveringlovingrecovering
recovering. It's a man-sized inside.
He's a man sized - Eldorado, whoopty-do
if you can't take it. Where he's going?
What's that ticking?
Just the mention of Berlin makes me sexy
and tired of thinkingaboutdrinkingforthinking
ofdrinkingwhilethinkingaboutdrinkingandthinkingaboutdrinking.
Tired of lovingrecoveringlovingrecoveringlovingrecoveringloving
recovering. It's a man-sized inside. It's a man-sized inside.
October 92
Dear You;
I know I'm not much at keeping in touch.
That's me in the Everglades, that's a
picture of me in the Everglades. Standing
beside me that's my sister. I've heard
that thinking someone can be spiritual,
but I become so quietly eloquent that
I can hardly beleive it's me. It's the
obscene silence of a broken-down system.
Maybe if I was a barracuda, ya know -
a compulsive killer that destroys more
than I eat?
I know making love is not priority one in
the future-fo-you-is-now-or-else-you're-
history business. I understand that
there's no sense in searching for perfection
when you're making successful mistakes
and I know that a slave is not a slave
if he's simply satisfied with less. Ah, but,
to know the routine is to know the man,
& I'm not much at keeping in touch. You
know; guidance, patience, nutrition, inspiration,
employment, instruments, airplay, production,
hospitality, company, conversation,
representation, friendship and the
routine. You even know who you are. Thank you
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