you see red but I see cherry, blush, merlot, and rose
I’m always seeing stuff like that
neon of the new shining and flashing;
scat singing boldly with the music of the night at the speed of sound
in the clubs and in the bars where you can see the stars
I must do my part…no bar left behind
I’ll have the usual and if you don’t have that, I’ll take what you got
scotch, gin -- that’s the mood I’m in
no matter what time it is, it’s later than you think
so sup up and have another
tonight’s dream/nightmare will be sponsored by cognac
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emptying a bottle and listening to the tom-toms of the rain on the windows
the wind is blowing with criminal intent
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here it was after 2 a.m. and Miss Sagittarius walks in the place
I’ll be going home with Miss Superbuzz though
with her leather jacket and tight jeans of blue and whiskey breath
when the morning weasels its way through the crooked blinds in my room
she’ll be long gone down the road waiting for me the next night
I can find her standing behind a bar somewhere
what label will she be wearing tonight?
it should be illegal for there to be unhappiness in the world
I may be in the gutter but my spirit is in the milky way
riding along in the sparkle of constellations and galaxies
I may not have much, but I’m probably happier than most men
