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LUNCH
Kinda like ice cream the affect she has on me
tantalizing but cold kinda sweet but sticky
Kinda like coffee an addiction that you crave
picks you up to knock you down in a maniac kind of way
Kinda like a breakfast cereal a little milk is all it takes
to make a soggy mush out of those fortified flakes
An opiate, a cancer, a supplement, a rush
a stockade, a dancer, powder snow that melts to slush
an omnipresent hunger and an ominous hunch
a sandwich laced with cyanide she's kinda like lunch.
TATTOO TEAR - Colorado Springs 1990.
A young chicano waitress at the Denny's on Bijou. Didn't fit the
mold. She was petite and beautiful except for the crude homemade
tattoos that embellished her epidermis.
Waitress in the night she shines like a dime in the sun
pours coffee for three at the only place open past 1:00
Theresa Valdez, by her eye there's a tattoo tear
changed her name to Hill
'cause they don't hire Mexicans here
and there are questions with answers that weren't meant to grasp
by strangers in diners still I had to ask
she cast down her eyes and her smile disappeared
Porqué anjelica, the tattoo tear?
Waitress in the night she shows off her other tattoos
like scars from a fight like proof she's been paying her dues
there's a rose on her arm and a name she want's to remove
and one that said 'mom' now all that is left is a wound
and she says that the story is long and it's one that should not
be told here
still the sorrow forever lives on in the shape of a tattoo tear.
WAITING FOR JUNE - Europe 1985
May morning thunder crash rain and wash me out of bed
without warning sudden flash visions of you dancing in my head
you know I know I tried to forget
came halfway 'round the world to start a new
but all I'm left with is regrets for ever having run away from you
Nothing comes easy nothing comes too soon
there's nothing like the rain when your waiting for June
I rolled my lucky dice set me cards down on your table
now you got me thinking twice I hadn't heard the moral for your
fable
however I hear the winds of romance
whistling through the back door of my mind
I come down from the cloud to see if our love withstood the test
of time
Will it make a bit of difference when I come back to you on
bended knee
please don't make me share your love now I know you mean so much
to me
I don't know that I'll convince you
but I know that it's with you that I want to stay
my balloon is parked outside your door come on let's sail away.
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