If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Well I'm going to New York City
and I'm leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind and
wait til I come back again
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
If you want to go
where the rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye
all our dreams come true
baby up ahead
and it's out where your memories lie
well the road's out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow's tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
(Waits / Brennan)
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On dark nights gods come.
They walk between the houses
like tall black towers,
with darting eyes.
With hard hands they feel the roofs,
they speak the language of men
who lived on the earth before us
and died and went away.
In the morning sometimes there's a rock in front of the door
and a broken stone wall at the side of the road
and in the field the print of heavy foot
and in the sky the reflection of violent storms.
- Gregor Strnisa
Down it goes.
Shitting away one last
bout of hypochondria
like newborn worlds out
of some aussie outback whore
Backtracking my way
through another five
ten pages of the latest
blood work stool samples nerve
mustard cambodian loempia snack.
On to the den with my jeans
belted around my ankles
buckle dragging chink-a-clack
as with the Scottish undead
walking armour
Still the colours so vivid.
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