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Perpetual
Adoration
In your
alligator shoes It
could be a revelation And if
I could be those shoes It
would be a revelation There’s
something in the blue Of your
eyes Leaves
me perpetually adoring you In your
alligator shoes It will
be your salvation If I
could be those shoes It
would be a revelation There’s
something in the blue Of your
eyes Leaves
me perpetually adoring you If I
could be those shoes I will
see you when the time comes See
when the time goes home If I
could be those shoes Always
walking with you I sway
towards a swamp Ask me
why I loved you Something
in the blue Of your
eyes Leaves
me sometimes Perpetually
adoring you Perpetually
adoring Your
psychosomania In time
come Psychosomania
Born and raised by
sugar cane Latta was her name Not needed anymore Like svetlov on the
moor She didn’t speak
a word She was out of her
fence Had to get abroad In the interests of
self defence Didn’t show no
fear She’s walking
down the lane Then she appears Like a swallow
through the rain She threatened to
show him the letter He threatened to
show her the gutter This is the only
thing he was heard to utter When I broke my
wings She was there to
break my fall When she heard my
call She came running
down the hall When I broke my
wings She was there to
break my fall Born and raised by
sugar cane She plays guitar
like Tom Verlaine
Didn’t he fall
over At your fancy dress Why did his little
heart Play that tune He didn’t see her Look of unrest Was there too much
heat In that two-faced
room? Always in the
shadow Of young flowers There eyes that
drag you Jealous to their
door Always in the
shadow Of these young
flowers And with a killing
slenderness So nearly gone Albertine dried her
legs on The edge of the
bath Cast you a look of
unease You’ll never hold
her In your
outstretched arms You will never
arrange her In a frieze Who talked the
least? Who talked the
most? Who shrugged it
off? Who lied? Who lost? Arrange a fast Arrange the past Arrange a frieze Arrange a cast All the flappers
flapping Over Sam Cooke Asking Couldn’t we
escape While we are young? Why are you? Always in the
shadow Of young flowers There eyes that
drag you Jealous to their
door Always in the
shadow Of these young
flowers And with a killing
slenderness So nearly gone You keep a captive In the bower Who’ll ask you To join her In the shower Who talked the
least? Who talked the
most? Who shrugged it
off? Who lied? Who lost? Arrange the fast Arrange the past Arrange a frieze Arrange the cast All the flappers
flapping Over Sam Cooke Asking Could we escape While we are young? Always in the
shadow Of young flowers Didn’t we fall
over At your fancy dress
It was your
midnight song All the cause of
admiration Partly intoxication With the ladies In their evening
gowns Stood on the windy
drive Hardly looked
accustomed To her soporific
drugs Stood on the windy
drive What would you have
to say Yes what would you
have to I was stood on the
roof tops Shouting in absurd
Italian How sweet Is a moonlight
caress if your gone How sweet I can see your
distress until your gone I don’t know who
you are I don’t know
where you stay Until intoxication
brings me time Can I trace you Can I forget you In case I forget
you No I can’t forget
you Can I? As if Harlow could
be getting to you Half in the
listening sky Partly being closer
to you Partly through
Clarke’s cacophony H Or was it Warhol Or De Beauvoir Would it make you
laugh At the bottom of
the page? How sweet Is a moonlight
caress If you’re gone How sweet Partly hypnotised
by song Intoxication wrings
me dry Imagination brings
me time Will a Jesus make a
Pax With nobodies Until intoxication
wrings me dry Imagination brings
me time Can I trace you Can I forget you In case I forget
you No I can’t forget
you Can I?
You asked me Out for lunch To Brooklands House You said Ennui is
plastic But I love plastic And I enjoy Entertaining a
mouse Was it not the
sandstone frontage Before which we
stood alone Was it not your
frightened eyes Which upon we shone How can I miss you? I did not kiss you Ceremony of love
begin I love you in funny
strides Make me an
assignation with a joy ride Don’t know much
about slenderness Don’t know much
about the way you are Take me back to the
Brooklands Take me back to the
Brooklands Take me back to it
all Lovers in funny
strides An all night
assignation It’s a joy ride Well how can I fire
him I did not hire him To lead me this way Take me back to the
Brooklands Take me back to the
Brooklands Take me back to it
all Take me back Take me back Ceremony of love
Handsome pink
fleshed girl Long-sleeved
organza Pink fleshed girl Lounging with the
bathers Ah isn’t she fine What’s going on
in the body What’s going on
in the mind Longed sleeved
organza A girl in a wide
brimmed hat Candide You gave what you
wanted to give Indeed It’s a different
kind of reasoning Alive between silk
sheets Unreasoning She wants you to
know It’s a purely
recreational thing It’s a purely
ornamental thing Indeed Candide Jump the big black
cars All the big black
cars And bright colours The jockeys in the
rain The honeys in the
wings A girl in a wide
brimmed hat Candide
Place names Every body left
some baggage Into a real
frenzied state Maybe your friends
like you Feeling that way You have the venal
music Taxing the soul Cover you over with
rage On the verge of
that venal success Your duplicity I
will have to proclaim Maybe I’ll be
hearing Before you’re
gone You could not kiss Above the loudness Of the Ju Ju music Like a ju ju peach All that ju ju
music Like a ju ju peach In low low Sin sink at sunset May the bare chest Of your amour Leave
you shaking And the place names Pleasures for the
taking In the place names There’s only you
Will
you dream about me The way
I dream about you Walking
into the light Lead me
from the hive Oh what
it is to be alive Take me
with you Unusual
places Unusual
places to drive If you
can’t love her madly If you
can’t love her madly Better
not love her at all Will
you dream about me The way
I dream about you Oh what
it is to be alive In
unusual places Unusual
places to drive
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