Moonchild Diva

I know her.
Once she was a young beauty
but now she's an old woman.
Once she was full of hot rising sap
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The rainbow and the ravens
made me feel hopeful,
as they always do.
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There’s a breeze blowing
through the Hollywood Hills tonight,
whispering secrets to the trees,
and I’m climbing a stairway to the stars,
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The buttons on my shoes won’t stop staring at me,
and I’ve taken the pins from my hair.
I feel some kind of futuristic pull, singing in the air.
I don’t remember who I am or what I wanted to find,
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I met the dead poet in a Mexican cafe,
I knew him right away.
Some say he disappeared,
that he never died,
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Come out of the picture,
it seems like you can.
It seems like you smile at me
every now and then.
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I sat on the pirate's headstone with a sandwich after a walk,
I heard his voice say he didn't mind as long as we could talk,
and he told me all about the days
when he was young and bold,
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I don't like to look in mirrors
anymore.
She looks back at me,
she isn't me,
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My father made it home from the war with just a touch of insanity,
married, made children, four including me
and he never had to wonder if his brother made it out alive,
his brother was shot, in the back, by the cops, in 1929,
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In the 60s, World War II vets weren't like anyone else,
and so my Father and I didn't get along.
Catholic school girls are pretty screwed up, too,
so we were probably a lot alike.
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I was alone in the dark,
I had the blues that night,
the club was closed, everyone had gone home,
but I had one last drink
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Oh the things I don't remember could almost fill a book,
but I remember those blue nights of love,
under stars when you were my man,
cool breeze on hot skin,
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If the heart melts down to the size of a stone,
and the blood goes black in the veins,
how long does it take to fry up the brain,
and what becomes of the soul?
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Carnivals and the homecoming parade,
it’s autumn and I’m in second grade.
The Fun House.
(We never went in, every year we talked it over again.)
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I've never been desperate, I don't know if I would steal,
I've never been so frightened that it might make me kill,
I've never been so lost I was afraid I might be found,
so how can I understand the vagaries of man?
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Penthouse apartment, city lights, lamps on low,
click of a Zippo, cigarette smoke,
invitation to a party slipped under the door,
let’s not go.
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I'm sorry that I
don't remember you,
but I was hypnotized once to forget someone.
Maybe he was you.
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HOPPER
I'm the redhead in Nighthawks
and the coffee at Phillies is good.
Joe behind the counter puts me in a fine mood.
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It snowed all night and I was dreaming,
so warm under covers,
deeply sleeping,
felt like hours of holiday past
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No one was staying in the motel that night,
the vacancy sign was lit.
I sang my songs in the party lounge
till the owner said I could quit.
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