piano man

Shuffling along he spouts music theory
To a bus of obviously uninterested people
But the piano man plays on
A horrid stinch of a hard life and alcohol pour from every key
The women beside him slurs her words but malice can be felt
it's clear their history
He has led her to the bottom and her anger holds her there relentlessly
He patronizes her with old bible scriptures of the nativity story
She spits and raises her cane as if to strike him in disgust
She has fallen into womens historic problem
Believing in the brillance of a man to her demise hoping desperately he will fullfill his promises
In the end nothing but pain has come to furition
The piano man plays on seeming not to notice
Concrete wisdom that now without status falls on deaf ears
A rambling bafoon
To be chastized like a dog for the rest of his life

needle park

Corruption spreading like a disease
Baby who are you trying to please
With your hand on your knees
Oh I know that disease
Where do your morals lie
Only concerned with your piece of pie
Hey baby I'm just tryna get by
Yeah and I'm trying to die
So what do you supply
Sinking into empathy
Pill popping Johnny sold  that girl without sympathy
and the doctor said I can't help her without money
Bills to pay and people to impress slow that car down honey
Another dead girl to read about
Another dollar to sing about

shirt to give away

Im leaving you in the past
Where you belong if we are being fair
But love isn't fair is it?
Worn shirts with too many holes in them
 A comfort I can't let go
It's time for a new season
For snow to fall and presents to be unwrapped
but I'm stuck in the blaze of summer
Sitting on park benches drinking 40s
Talking about how great life has been and where the stars are going
and I can't let go
But it's time, time to leave yesterday and live today
and become who I'm meant  to be for tomorrow
I can't do that wearing this old dingy shirt
who now belongs to someone else
and maybe, just maybe, they wear it better
but before I let you go
I'll nustle my head in your soft fabric
Smell your masculine scent
I'll keep all the good times
and conviently forget the bad
Yes, yes I do believe it's time for a new shirt
One that fits all of me
And wants only me
A shirt to wear through all the coming seasons and not just sunny days
That doesn't wear too much and gets better with time