Later, That Same Evening

Later, that same evening, she ran.
I think she ran alone.
Later, she had early warning from
A hidden phone.
Checked with the embassy ---
She might have been
A million miles away.
Should I circulate her likeness
At all airports without delay?
It was later ---
Later that same evening.
Earlier, we had had a drink or four
In some kensington hotel.
Hard --- it was hard to keep my mind
On what she had to sell.
And with all business done
We took a cab ---
Should it be her place or mine?
Good security prevailed
And I was home just after nine.

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At Last, Forever

So why are you holding my hand tonight?
Im not intending to go far away.
Im just slipping through to the back room --
Ill leave you messages almost every day.
And who was I to last forever?
I didnt promise to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
But well cling together:
Some kind of heaven written in your face.
So why are you holding my hand tonight?
Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch?
Do my eyes seem to focus
On some distant point?
Why do I find it hard to talk too much?
And who was I to last forever?
I didnt promise to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
But well cling together:
Some kind of heaven written in your face.
So why are you holding my hand tonight?

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Pied Piper

Now if you think ray blew it, there was nothing to it. they patched him up as good as new. you can see him every day --- riding down the queens highway, handing out his small cigars to the kids
School. and all the little girls with their bleached blond curls clump up on their platform soles. and they say ''hey ray --- lets ride away downtown where we can roll some alley bowls. and
Rins from ear to here, and whispers... so follow me. trail along. my leather jackets buttoned up. and my four-stroke song will pick you up when your last class ends; and you can tell all your f
S: the pied piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you, Ill do what you want to: if you ride with me on a friday anything goes. so follow me, hold on tight. my school girl fancys flowing in fr
Ight. Ive a tenner in my skin tight jeans. you can touch it if your hands are clean. the pied piper pulled you, the mad biker folled you, Ill do what you want to: if you ride with me on a frid
Ything goes.

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Pussy Willow

In the half-tone light of a young morning
She sighs and shifts on the pillow.
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
To kiss the pussy willow.
In her fairy-tale world shes a lost soul singing
In a sad voice nobody hears.
She waits in her castle of make-believing
For her white knight to appear.
Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs for the train --- see, eight oclocks coming
Cutting dreams down to size again.
Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size again.
She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing
An apartment in old mayfair.
Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring
Or to die for a cause somewhere.

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Teacher

Well the dawn was coming,
Heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, ''my names the teacher,
That is what I call myself.
And I have a lesson
That I must impart to you.
Its an old expression
But I must insist its true.
Jump up, look around,
Find yourself some fun,
No sense in sitting there hating everyone.
No mans an island and his castle isnt home,
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.
So I took a journey,
Threw my world into the sea.
With me went the teacher
Who found fun instead of me.
Hey man, whats the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I cant seem to find

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Astronomy

The middle lane has trapped my car
In red-light claustrophobia.
I slip the shackles, cut the rope ---
Stand naked with a telescope
As the cat walks alone
Under a big sky.
Against the dark so thin and white ---
Gonna be a big sky night.
Miss galileo, come with me
And view the new astronomy.
Black hole dressing on salad plate ---
Quasar at the kissing gate.
Now the cat, he walks alone
Under a big sky.
Umbrella dome pin-pricked in lights ---
Gonna be a big sky night.
My spectacles, my white lab coat ---
My coffee, thermos and my notes.
I pat my pockets. I got the keys
To the secrets of the observatory.

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Crazed Institution

Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull;
Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul;
You can wear a gold piaget on your semaphore wrist;
You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist.
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,
Live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man that you think (know) you really are.
Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh as your agent scores another front page photograph.
Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo awaiting someone else to pull the chain.
Well grab the old bog-handle, hold your breath and light a candle.
Clear your throat and pray for rain to irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain
Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains.
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,
Live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man that you think (know) you really are.

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I Am Your Gun

Blew my smoke on a sunny day
When the first black powder came my way.
Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold
To win fair lady and take your gold.
I know it hardly seems the time
(I am your gun.)
To talk of blue steel so sublime.
(I am your gun.)
I can understand your point of view.
(I am your gun.)
To tell the truth I'd scare me too.
Match wheel and flintlock; they all caught your eye;
Pearl-handled ladies' model, scaled down to size.
I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes
But I don't choose the company I keep, and it shows.
(I am your gun.)
(Drop me, I'm your gun.)
Maxim and Browning, they helped me along.
[???] thrill to my song.
Now one of me exists for each of you,

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Jump Start

In the dark of the city backwoods, something stirs then slips away.
Law and order in darkest knightsbridge. crime and punishment at play.
Hey, mr. policeman wont you come on over. hook me up to the power lines
Of your love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
And through the bruised machinery, the smoking haze of industry.
Another day with ball and chain. I do my time, then home again.
Hey, mrs. maggie wont you come on over. hook me up to the power lines
Of your love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
Well, should I blame the officers? or maybe, I should blame the priest?
Or should I blame the poor foot soldier
Whos left to make the most from least?
Hey, jack ripper wont you come on over. hook me up to the power lines
Of your love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
You can blame the newsman talking at you on the satellite t.v.
And if youre fighting for your shipyards, you might as well just blame the sea.
Hey, mr. weatherman come on over. hook me up to the power lines
Of your love.

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Queen & Country

The wind is on the river and the tide has turned too late,
So were sailing for another shore where some other ladies wait.
To throw us silken whispers: catch us by the anchor chains ---
But we all laugh so politely and we sail on just the same.
For queen and country in the long dying day,
And its been this way for five long years,
Since we signed our souls away.
We bring back gold and ivory; rings of diamonds; strings of pearls ---
Make presents to the government
So they can have their social whirl
With queen and country in the long dying day.
And its been this way for five long years
Since we signed our souls away.
They build schools and they build factories
With the spoils of battles won.
And we remain their pretty sailor boys ---
Hold our heads up to the gun
Of queen and country in the long dying day.
And its been this way for five long years
Since we signed our souls away.

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