Baby looks good in blue.

Baby's gone in too deep
she's livin' on fruit loops
and given up sleep.
But no need to offer, cause
there ain't nothing much you can do.
Baby looks good in blue.

She frequents the circus
just to frustrate the clown.
she's been up there so long
she'll convince you it's down
There's got to be hundreds
of hues to go round
and go through.
Baby just looks good in blue

Yeah, Baby looks good in blue
she's not crying crocodile tears
The reptiles lie down just to
be in her shoes.
When her mood's dark enough
for the national news
And the weather report gets overcast, too.
Baby looks good in blue.

There once was a girl with
tats on her wrist
(Baby looks good in blue)
She quotes lines in language
that doesn't exist
(Baby looks good in blue)
Then she beats on the stage
till she bloodys her fists
but she never misses a cue
Yes, Baby looks good in blue.

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Surprise Me

Whatever's in the heart of you,
surprise me.
Can't seem to make a start with you,
surprise me.
You  mystify my every plan
you keep me wondering what to do.
Been like this since it all began
I think I have you pegged and you
surprise me.

If mercy means a thing to you,
surprise me
Reveal to me the real you,
surprise me.
I'd like to share the mystery
Behind the secret of your smile
I wish you felt the same for me
But I think you don't.
Oh, won't you please surprise me?

What's hidden deep within your heart?
Surprise me.
This waiting tears me all apart.
surprise me.
I stumble over bluff and blind
and still I can't make heads or tails
I think that you've made up your mind
Then all else fails
and again I realize
how deeply you surprise me.



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When Worlds Collide

There is an aspect of your essence
which draws me to you instinctively.
A sequence in my DNA which
becomes all too clear in the vacuum
of my present space.
Engulfed in the exotic atmosphere,
your gravity will influence my trajectory:
Moving me only fast enough to circle,
too lazily to ever break free.
I harbor no affinity for the icy
independence of an asteroid. 
But it seems I've been an eternal satellite
This familiar dance
which I perform so well.
Facilitating the phases;
presiding over the tides;
Always facing the central sphere
as she encompasses my horizons.

Just once, before the invisible
threads of the universe unravel
and I am cast off
to disintegrate in the void,
I want to know how it might feel
to be the Planet.


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When you haven't the longing any longer

Do I have the 'je ne sais qua'
your senses require?
The chemical intensity
to ease your frantic fire?
I'd be the eager pup
responding at the first
to simply quench your thirst.
Just a stop gap; tap-tap,
are you still up?
You never have to rattle 'round
letting the darkness surround you.
You don't need to raffle off
your body and soul forever.
I'm pleased to simply be around you.
And then go away
at the break of another day,
when you're feeling that much stronger.
If you haven't the longing
any longer.
There's a difference,
I know in the description
between first aid and  prescription;
Between an occasional tick
and long term addiction.
I'll gladly put my arm around you,
and then 'come what may'
at the break of the new day
when you are that much stronger.
When you haven't the longing
any longer.
Call me a door mat? That's that.
are you so sure?
You have the right to call it what you like
I think I'll think of it as a cure.

And at the breaking of  the day
I will go away
If the need goes faint
instead of stronger;
if you haven't the longing
any longer.


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blues and grey areas

I tell myself don't write
letters I can not send.
She's not in the market
for servants or slaves.
I don't even know what
she might want in a friend.
It would take alchemy
to make something of this
that will never be.
So I have to help
my hapless heart behave.
I have no place to speculate:
One can't caress treasure
encased in glass.
So my emotions must be
stillborn and sedate.
Yet the soul will be quenched,
I believe, by and by,
even when rain
that falls from the sky
is swallowed by the soil
while the lips remain dry.


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good soldier

You enlisted
my loyalties and
I believed we
would serve seamlessly,
indentured to fight
at the same front;
disciplined to obey and
protect each other's skin.
When did you receive
a change in orders?
Was I out keeping watch
against primal threats
from the dark
of some deserted post?

When the end arrives
and I am blown apart
by friendly fire
I will have seen it coming
and I will perish
at your pleasure
like a good soldier.


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Daisy (She Loves Me Not)

You summoned me to your gate
and said come in, but not too far.
You asked me for my blessings,
accompanied on guitar.
Caught a glimpse of who you want to be
but you don't know who you are.

Daisy, Daisy it's terribly sad, but true
You're half crazy but
I could easily fall in love with you.
Each time we're together
I feel more alone
Must be a bit like trying to get
love out of a stone.

Said you read all about my tribe
in a quarterly magazine:
A race of men who should only be heard,
and rarely, or never seen.
A mixture would yield a headier brew
but you can't have your beef cake
and converse with him, too.

Another day, another 24 hours;
another sunrise and sunset
lining up to break through.
Another 'been there, done that'
while I think about seeing you.
Another batch of bright brochures
painting April rain;
moon lit cruises and Eiffel Towers.
Impossible dreams to share
with someone who isn't there.

Daisy, Daisy. Sad but still true.
It's totally crazy I know, I know
but now it's me, crazy for you.
But each time we're together
I'm left on my own
I'd be better off trying to squeeze
love from a stone.

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