I AM AN ARTIST
CAN YOU CONCEIVE IT?
I WAS WORKING WHEN THE DAWN WAS STILL A PROMISE, WAITING TO BE BROKEN.
I LIVE INSIDE THE NETHER TIME BETWEEN TODAY AND TOMORROW BEFORE YOUR EYES ARE EVER OPEN.
WHEN YOU AWAKEN THINK OF ME I’LL BE DRIVING HOME.
WHEN YOU’RE FRYING BACON FOR YOUR FAMILY I’LL BE HERE ALONE.
I AM AN ARTIST.
WHAT ELSE COULD I BE.
NO ONE ELSE CAN ORCHESTRATE MY LIFE AS WELL AS ME.
AND I’M COMMITTED TO THE PATH I SET MY FEET.
IF I SHOULD PLACE THE SALT UPON MY TONGUE
TO BETTER TASTE THE SWEET MY LIFE’S BECOME
YOU’D TURN AND WALK AWAY.
AND IF I PLUMMET TO THE DEPTHS TO SEE
HOW SUBLIME MY GREATEST HEIGHTS CAN BE
I’VE CHOSEN THE WRONG WAY.
I AM AN ARTIST.
I’M ON MY OWN.
ANY MAN WHO FEELS MY THOUGHTS CAN CLAIM ME FOR HIS OWN.
BUT NO ONE FEELS AS DEEPLY, AND NO ONE IS MORE ALONE.
DON’T CALL ON MONDAY
I WILL BE SLEEPING
WAITING FOR THE TIME
WHEN ALL MY WRITING WILL BE DONE AT LAST.
PERHAPS THERE’LL COME A DAY
WHEN YOU CAN SAY
YOU KNEW ME WHEN
WE WERE FRIENDS
BUT THAT WAS IN THE PAST.
WHEN YOU AWAKEN THINK OF ME I’LL BE DRIVING HOME.
WHEN YOU’RE FRYING BACON FOR YOUR FAMILY
I’LL BE HERE ALONE.
I AM AN ARTIST.
NOTHING I EVER COULD SAY
HEARING THE TELEPHONE RING,
I ANSWER.
HEARING YOUR VOICE ON THE LINE,
YOUR LAUGHTER.
HOPING THAT THIS CANNOT END.
I LOVE YOU.
I NEED YOU.
DON’T LEAVE ME.
AFTER THE PLAYS AND CHARADES,
OF WORKING.
AFTER THE LAST CURTAIN FALLS,
ITS LURKING.
LONELY IS ONLY A WORD,
OF MADNESS,
OF SADNESS.
OOOO, BELIEVE ME.
NOTHING I EVER COULD SAY EXPRESSES,
FEARING THAT YOU MAY NOT STAY DEPRESSES
ME.
YOU’LL SEE.
IT’S HOW IT’S GONNA BE.
KNOWING THAT I WAS ALONE,
YOU HEARD ME.
THE VOICE, IN THE NOISE OF THE CROWD,
YOU LURED ME.
MAKING THIS SAFE AND SECURE,
THIS FRONNING
OF LOVING.
OOOO
YOU ARE EXACTLY THE ONE I NEEDED.
I FEAR SHOULD YOU LEAVE I WOULD DIE.
INDEED I DO,
FOR YOU.
MY WORDS ARE ALL TOO FEW.
NOTHING I EVER COULD SAY EXPRESSES,
FEARING THAT YOU MAY NOT STAY DEPRESSES ME.
SALLY AND SAM
SALLY’S EARLY AT THE BREAK OF DAWN
WHILE THE DEW’S STILL WET UPON THE LAWN.
SALLY WATCHES FROM HER CUSTOMARY PLACE,
HIS KISS STILL WET UPON HER FACE.
SALLY CLEANS THE HOUSE.
GOES TO BRUNCH AT 10.
WHEN SHE RETURNS UMM
SHE’LL CLEAN THE HOUSE AGAIN.
A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING AND ALL THINGS IN THEIR PLACE.
AND FOR EFFECT, A TINY BIT OF LACE.
AT THE OFFICE THEY THINK SAM’S THE TICKET,
AND SALLY’S BRIDGE CLUB FINDS HER ALL THE RAGE.
SEE THE PERFECT COUPLE
MADE UP FOR DISPLAY.
ALWAYS JUST THE SAME,
EVERY DAY AN EMPTY PAGE.
I NEED MORE FROM LIFE, SHE CRIES.
I AM JUST A SIMPLE MAN, HE SIGHS.
SO BACK TO BACK
THEY SLEEP AT NIGHT,
AND FACE TO FACE
THEY LEAD THEIR SEPARATE LIVES.
ON SUNDAY NIGHT THE ROOM IS COLD AND STILL
AND IN THE AIR THERE IS A TOO FAMILIAR CHILL.
THEY WATCH TV AND SIMPLY STARE
AS IF ON ABC THEY’LL FIND THE HAPPY DAYS STILL THERE.
SAM COMES HOME AT DINNER TIME
HE LIGHTS CANDLES WHILE SALLY POURS A WINE.
THEY PLAY SOFT MUSIC
BUT DON’T FIND MUCH TO SAY
SO, SILENTLY THE EVENING FADES AWAY.
AT THE OFFICE, WELL, THEY THINK SAM’S THE TICKET.
AND SALLY’S BRIDGE CLUB FINDS HER ALL THE RAGE.
SEE THE PERFECT COUPLE
MADE UP FOR DISPLAY.
THEY’RE ALWAYS JUST THE SAME,
EVERY DAY AN EMPTY PAGE.
I NEED MORE FROM LIFE, SHE CRIES.
I AM JUST A SIMPLE MAN, HE SIGHS.
SO BACK TO BACK
THEY SLEEP AT NIGHT.
AND FACE TO FACE
THEY LEAD THEIR SEPARATE LIVES.
ON SUNDAY NIGHT THE ROOM IS COLD AND STILL
AND IN THE AIR THERE IS A TOO FAMILIAR CHILL.
THEY WATCH TV BUT SIMPLY STARE.
AS IF ON ABC THEY’LL FIND THE HAPPY DAYS STILL,
THEY’LL FIND THE HAPPY DAYS, THEY’LL FIND THE HAPPY DAYS
STILL THERE.
At Any Price…I Have to Pay
PLAN THINGS CAREFULLY AND COVER ALL THE BASES.
IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU WEAR A HUNDRED FACES.
SUCCESS IS EASY IF YOU’VE ACCESS TO A KEY.
WELL, THAT’S THE WAY I’VE ALWAYS HEARD THAT IT SHOULD BE.
BUT IT SEEMS LATELY WHEN I LOOK INTO A MIRROR
THE FACE THAT’S SO FAMILIAR DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
THE LINES AROUND THE EYES ARE DEEP AND UNATTRACTIVE.
WHO IS THIS STRANGER HAUNTING ME?
I’VE GOT SOMETHING MORE THAN THE REST
AND I WON’T BE SECOND BEST.
THESE WALLS AROUND ME WILL NEVER HOLD.
I DON’T WANT JUST TO SURVIVE
I WANT TO BE MORE THAN ALIVE.
NOW EVERYTHING I TOUCH MUST TURN TO GOLD.
I CAN TELL HOW FAR I’M GETTING
BY THE ASHTRAY.
THE MORE IT OVERFLOWS
THE CLOSER I HAVE COME.
SEEMS I’VE READ THIS SCENE IN A DOZEN WORHTLESS NOVELS.
OH YES,
I KNOW.
I DON’T WANT JUST TO SURVIVE.
I WANT TO BE MORE THAN ALIVE.
NOW EVERYTHING I TOUCH MUST TURN TO GOLD.
MY LIFE REVOLVES AROUND THOSE MIDNIGHT SESSIONS.
MY MONEY SPENT ON CAFFEINE AND CIGARETTES.
AT BEST THE WORK IS HARD, THE NIGHTS ARE OFTEN LONELY.
BUT THERE ARE MOMENTS,
I CONFESS.
WHEN I FEEL AS THOUGH NO ONE WILL EVER CATCH ME.
THEY’LL BE STARING AT MY BACK
AND I AM BREAKING AWAY.
AT ANY PRICE I HAVE TO PAY
IT IS A BARGAIN.
I’VE ALWAYS HEARD IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY.
I’VE GOT SOMETHING MORE THAN THE REST
AND I WON’T BE SECOND BEST.
THESE WALLS AROUND ME WILL NEVER HOLD.
I DON’T WANT JUST TO SURVIVE.
I WANT TO BE MORE THAN ALIVE.
NOW EVERYTHING I TOUCH MUST TURN TO GOLD.
I’VE GOT SOMETHING MORE THAN THE REST
AND I WON’T BE SECOND BEST.
THESE WALLS AROUND ME WILL NEVER HOLD. (FADES)
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