I apologize, seem to have arrived Home with items in my bag from your house There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessey And a book on presidents deceased I'll have them Fed-exed to you, it was a strange thing to do I hope we can still be friends Ah, it was not me but someone else, you see Twisting the steering reins Put a penny in the slot And make an artificial light shine Leave, go, my golden arm I don't give advice but be wise and think twice Before getting involved in a game Where the minority face the majority You are faceless and born without name Was it knock, synch when we came across three men? They had church candles wrapped in newspaper I bought two from them and I lit one for you I hope the message made its way down the wire Put a penny in the slot And make an artificial light shine Leave, go, my golden arm The soul of a dog, he's alive and not gone To the farm like the others said A Rhodesian Ridgeback off the beaten track In a furniture shop down on the quays For the loneliness you foster I suggest Paul Auster A book called 'Timbuktu' Put a penny in the slot And watch the drunken sailor boy dance She will not let you be her lover She goes out looking for the taxi Her phone is ringing straight to message-minder Send out a battalion to find her Put a penny in the slot And count the swans through a telescope I can't help from cryin', I wish you were mine When I was seventeen I followed my dream Up into a high-rise block 'The Adventures Of Augie March' by Saul Below Was all I had for company At night time I'd lie in Buckingham Park With tears like flashbulbs And recall my treasure-searching days In the rock coves as a kid To the remains of the cherub plains Or around the bonfire in Nailers Cove Good company and grief sit like a dark leaf Sits beside a stinging nettle Put a penny in the slot And make an artificial light shine Leave, go, my golden arm © REVERB MUSIC LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com