They hit you with their papers when you're living On loan. they're the ones who say nothing when you Answer the phone. you see them in the alleys when
By jim carroll and lenny kaye I don't believe in sin But maybe I'll begin A vagrant evil's climbing up my skin The shadows from last week Are dancing
"Bobby died of leukemia. He got it two years ago, but had such a strong body. He was always the best at sports that he kept biding it off. They gave
The bell rings . . . It's a decade past my decadence My beast wears rings and he's waiting In the shadows of my hesitations, my silent Hesitations . . .
If give me your ear I'll whisper you wind that could soothe your burnt blood The door is right here Breathing the air filled with powders and porn Now
She's an all-night all-night rental She's a rental oriental Suki-lee... Oh, her eyes, yes her eyes... You better pass her by Suki-lee... each night she
It must be strange to just fall from the stage And snap a bone that is so close to the brain And be attended to by so many down below I saw a doctor tie
Everything you ever wanted Is passing with the driving rain I died like a salamander On my heart heavy like a chain I been waiting here at the uptown
By jim carroll We should have left at once We should have never stayed Now they have drawn the line Now there is a barricade Now there's a barricade
I'm walking uptown I hear a most peculiar sound Like a seashell in my ear Like the ocean was near I go inside this store To get my head clear Once I'
"Every crowd of younger has had its little games to prove if you're punk or not. My cousin in New York plays 'Chickie', which is two cars heading towards
By jim carroll and wayne woods Evangeline My first lady, She wears satin gloves Since her hands got dirty She travels here She travels there . . . She
It's when billy's whores are re to seeorkin' They're workin' with the skeleton crew It's when the sky over jersey That sky starts to drain from view It
It's a garbage truck hour, I'm sleeping in the shower I'm feeling like I'm waiting on a train By the sounds from my bed I think somebody's bled All over
I want the angel Whose dreams are fatal They cause the snake's milk to run and curdle I want the angel Whose darkness doubles It absorbs the brilliance
I write your name Everywhere I go Like a worn out code Just to let you know I write your name On my loneliness On the closet hook where you hung that
She moves through the black door She turns toward the desperate light With her breath like iodine, with her filigree design She summons the fire from
He was feeling invulnerable That was foolish but wonderful But of course the first one was always free He's got one wrist in heaven, one ankle in hell